Well it was our last Friday in Vava-u and time at last to take part in the yacht race round the harbour, we hoisted the Jolly Roger, bundled as many people on board as we could lay our hands on, explained the strict fancy dress rule and off we shot....
We had high hopes that the threat of a 52 foot, 26 ton (concrete) schooner in full sail with a cow on board would be enough to scare the opposition into submission....
...sadly the slick white speed machines had other ideas and I'm not sure the disastrous water balloons helped much with our 'scary' look, but we finished the course albeit a little bit wetter and a little bit later than most of the rest of them, aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, scurvy knaves, we'll get you next time
We had high hopes that the threat of a 52 foot, 26 ton (concrete) schooner in full sail with a cow on board would be enough to scare the opposition into submission....
...sadly the slick white speed machines had other ideas and I'm not sure the disastrous water balloons helped much with our 'scary' look, but we finished the course albeit a little bit wetter and a little bit later than most of the rest of them, aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, scurvy knaves, we'll get you next time
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