Dancing Naked to the Rolling Stones?
09 May 2012 | Luperon DR
Yes a strange title for a sail blog. What it means is I have time alone on Ooroo.
The last time that happened the crew came home to find me doing just that. Yes, those who know me can believe it.
This anchorage is a little to tight for that to happen again in Luperon.
Oli, Charlotte, Dakota and Mark hired motor bikes this morning and went in search of more young gringos and a good time....as if they have been lacking on board Ooroo. I expect them back late tomorrow.
I do enjoy my "lone time".
Yesterday was a huge day. We spent hours at the waterfalls with helmet and life jackets jumping, sliding and basically frolicking in the 27 waterfalls near by. We had no expectation of what would be there. So needless to say it was surpassed. It was allot more exhilarating than I could have imagined. Putting your trust in a guide who points to the place 10m below and counts to three... Then you jump.
They made us cross our arms across the chest and then shoot down 5m natural rock slides only to hit the water below and then get taken away in the white water, reentering that place were you can breath air another 5m downstream.
The highlight.....was when Charlotte didn't fold her arms and got beaten and bruised by the rocks going down. She emerged coughing and spluttering and crying in pain. Now you think I'm a masochistic bastard...but the highlight was holding my little girl until she regained her composure and then holding her hand as we continued to jump and slide. Priceless. Like Oli she doesn't hesitate. She just jumps, gets bumped and jumps again.
I have also discovered that Dakota likes to talk. Not about anything useful I might add. You sort of tune out up until he says something hilarious. I had to match his bull shit with some of my own just to shut him up. He is great to have onboard and looks after my Charlotte, like any dad would expect. Also priceless.
I hope he knows how to ride a motor bike?
The Dominican Republic is a huge contrast to the Bahamas. Lush green mountains, cattle being mustered on horse back, guys ridding donkeys and lots of cheap fresh fruit.
My first duty of the day was to finely chop some Mahi, add fresh lime juice, chopped mango, pineapple and skinned tomatoes. The final touch was Tabasco and chillies.
It's my special Cevechi Salsa. That's my lunch....just add corn chips.
Last night I cooked Mahi puttanesca, Oli contributed an Argentinian Melbec and Dakota and I shared a Cuban Cigar. Can I say Priceless one more.
I have a wicked plan. Jules knows these plans only too well. This one also includes her.
I'm coming home. Starting 2000nm and two months behind schedule I didn't want the pressure on to push onto the Pacific and miss all the good stuff. My old China and honest boat broker, Tony Brewer has booked me a dry berth in St Martin. Ooroo will have to fend for herself for 6 months while I head home to reconnect with my girl, my parents, my mates and my business.
I will also get new sails, a new loo, dingy and have the rigging tuned.
Mark is heading to South America and may hitch a ride with his mate in Martinique. Oli may come home for Christmas after exploring the jungles of Equadore and Charlotte will walk the Camino in Spain. Oli want to complete the Pacific with me.
So the wicked plan suits all. I'm glad my kids have the get up to go places.