So an
ARC staff walks into the Las Palmas marina minimarket, to buy a brand new
deodorant. The cashier says ‘would you like a bag for that?’ in surprisingly
good English, but the Yellow Shirt just smiles and says ‘No thank you dear, I’ll
just take it under my arm.’
Ah,
how you Yellow Shirts crack us up. To anyone (if anyone) reading this who aren’t
familiar with the ARC; the miracle workers who make the ARC happen, who sends us
on our way from one port, only to stand there ready at the next one to welcome
us, check us in and make sure we’re taken excellent care of – they wear yellow
shirts. And they pull it off. The reason I’m telling you the joke from last
night’s watch instead of the detail of our very pleasant day at sea, is that my
creative, but not really top-notch joke-telling was pretty much the highlight of
our Tuesday. Besides taking a few naps, having dinner and watching too many
episodes of Friends. Though you really can’t watch enough Friends.
We
have reached our seventh day at sea and we’re talking about 100 nm until we’re
halfway. That’s halfway over ground, not time-wise. But still. How cool is that.
The halfway party should have been the Tuesday’s reason of excitement, but I
guess we’re going to have to save that for tomorrow. We’re talking halfway-cake
and a drop of champagne. Maybe we’ll even do a little dance. We’ll see. Until
then, I’m going to go ahead and hope for maybe a whale or the sight of another
boat before midnight, so this Tuesday won’t just be that day when we weren’t
halfway to Saint Lucia yet.
1106
nm to go!
-Lene