Tuesday 6th May
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| The tapir sand sculpture photo reappeared! |
This morning
sunrise over the marina was very pretty.
A big change from the black monsoonal thunderstorms we had in the
evening. We are still loving these
dramatic storms. We sit under shelter
and gasp OOOH and AAAH as we sip cool drinks and admire the pyrotechnics and
the force of the rain. Maybe at some
stage this will become a bit wearisome…but not yet!
Meanwhile under
the boat… Beautiful life forms!
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| Jellyfish! |
The complex here
at Straits Quay belongs to the Eastern and Orient Company. I didn’t realize this until yesterday, but
that explains the grandeur of the buildings
reminiscent of the
original gorgeous E & O Hotel.
One of my very
nicest sailing friends…name protected to
protect her, maybe… I will call her
Rosalie! OK so Rosalie went to the
big posh cocktail party in Phuket
(January) which we missed out on by a day or two.
She was wearing
her new Indian frock, very pretty - deep blue, with red and blue embroidery in
large splashes down the front. Maybe it would all run most dreadfully in the
wet? Her darling SailorPaul* was very
helpful when she was worried about the colours running in the rain, or the
waves, when they got into the dinghy to go to to their boat.
Rosalie needed a
cape! Paul was her knight in shining
armour - a black plastic bag would be ticketyboo! So…at the end of the party, Paul cried, TIME
TO GO! Rosalie obediently rushed into
the toilets, took off her boatful frock, put it in a drybag, and arrayed
herself in…a large black plastic bag, down to her knees, with no armholes… Oh the
glamour!
She emerged,
discreetly, and looked for SailorPaul, who, SO HE SAID, was ready to leave…
Glad cries and laughter from the end of the room… Paul…Paul…
PAUL…No reply, just more tinkling laughter…
Marieke Dirks
(from the yacht transport company Seven Seas,) who had organised the cocktail
party in Phuket, sidled up to Rosalie. I can improve upon this! she said, reappearing with…a twinkly star
wand…Oh goody…Paul, Paul, PAUL!!
Eventually her beloved Paul arrived, nonchalantly ambling in her
general direction.
TIME TO GO!!
They went down to
the dinghy dock and Rosalie arranged herself as decorously as possible in their
dinghy until…a gust of wind, a bit of a rock and roll, and OH NO, her plastic
bag split open, revealing her in her underwear… Fortunately, she** said, it
could have been MUCH WORSE underwear…
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| Peter and Riza in December |
Last night we went
to the nearby marina-front cafés for dinner. I thought this would be our last
opportunity for many weeks, of not months, for fish &chips so we went to
Uncle Alfreds. I had – yes – fish &
chips, very satisfying, and Pete, mysteriously, ordered aglio olio pasta…very
nice but VERY VERY hot and spicy. I went
next door to the Irish pub and found lovely Riza, whose husband works at the
fish & chippery. When I reminded her
of the photos I had taken, and selphied for her, she was thrilled. WHERE
IS SIR??? she cried, rushing off to be photographed once again with Sir
Pete.
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| Pete, Chris, Riza |
We are leaving around
midday to go to an anchorage down the coast.
It is just that bit too far to get to Pangkor in one day (80 nautical
miles, give or take,) especially with the tide against us. Much better to be poised in a nice little anchorage
ready for an easier cruise tomorrow.
*Pseudonym again…
** Rosalie has a
very calm, unflappable way with her…
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