Why is the rum always gone?
Sooooooo, back from sailin`having done my part in the Tall Ships Race 2012. I threw up, got sunburnt (like a lobster, as promised), got attacked by topless spanish women, drunk A LOT of rum/port/beer/sangrea/myownurinewaithangonasec, caught cabin fever, nearly got eaten by a shark that turned out to be a lobster pot, really did get eaten by mist monsters, drank pimms on a bond villain island beach, was mistaken for a german tourist on multiple occasions, ate nothing but tinned food for three weeks, stumbled around Coruna looking for rum, found a spanish comic-con, shared a bunk with Gollem and got harrassed by various foreigners at various times.
It turns out that the russians slut-drop. I did not know this.
I lived through it and got some cool photos to prove so. I might post a couple of them up here.
Tell ya whut, I have never been more grateful of the rain than after coming home. Exploring and adventure and seeing the world is fine and dandy, but it makes you realise just how much you miss your own country and unpredictable dready weather systems.
Alas, I am a miserable Englishwoman at heart.
Yarrr me hearties,