Abused of Seychelles
12 June 2021
Can you believe it? I’m the victim of Internet bullying. At my age!
A woman we barely know, in fact, other than her appearing at full volume on our Pacific SSB net a few years ago, we’ve only communicated three times. The first, a comment on our blog about how much money we’d spent on the new boat - rather personal we thought. And unusual. One of the interesting things about cruisers is that, really, nobody talks about money. Nobody cares. We’re all just out here on whatever platform we fancy, enjoying life.
The next communication was when we inadvertently bumped into them on a dock just after we brought the new Time Bandit into Australia when she reiterated her comment about how stupid we were to spend so much on a boat and how they had a far wiser approach - again, just a bit personal we thought. Among other things best left unsaid. Then, earlier this week, taking things to a new level, she took the time to write me a personal email to tell me how boring my blogs were..... among other things.
Jeez. I know the Covid era is driving many to distraction and some folks, myself included, possibly making the odd, stray comment online while trying to while away another mind numbing day, but here, I detect a trend, if not a symptom.
Anyway, it’s 07:30, a stunning morning and we’re anchored just off one of the discrete Seychelles resorts, prettier than the sub-divisions on stilts the Maldivians favour, performing another miracle; turning diesel into water, although I’ve yet to master the final stage of getting the output into a nice burgundy.