Tied Down

Back tracking a little in this adventure as the memory bank starts to recall some interesting events: A few months ago having arrived at Sabrinas place, in the Cote d’Azure, I knew I was going to enjoy the place – well a girl can tell this by the simple things like: a decent wine can be purchase, that’s two (not one) bottles of red for less than garbage disposal liners or better still where a café crème is double the price of the red brew.... well I’ve needed to cut down on my caffeine and it makes sense in these cost conscious days to drink the more economical of the two.

What’s not to like - a city by the Ocean, surrounded by mega yachts that come with their own sailors; a fortress wall for protection from invaders; plenty of good food and instant friends. Having dumped the travel bags, I gave the bathroom 10 minutes (ok, it was more like 30, too many champers) and to counter the dehydrating factor of flying we went to a local bar to replenish. As can happen, usually not within said guest (moi) arriving only 24 hours before, however, extenuating circumstances (read male & gorgeous), Sabrina has disappeared (with entertainment) and thus my lodgings are not available 'ce soir' (this evening), this event is prior to our relocation to a more entertainment friendly abode.

Hours later…perhaps days (but who’s counting) I find the room moving – don’t panic it’s Ok I’m in a boat….no,no, it’s a yacht….oh, yeah I remember: went to dinner on one yacht and end up sleeping on another (this is the way things should be done….junior girl cadets make note, do not eat and sleep on the same yacht if you can help it, it’s really not good form when you can share your charms)....when I notice, whoah, there’s an extra arm and a couple of legs and a couple of ……. that’s right a phone call was made at some mid-night hour and an invitation was accepted and thus watching the sun come out through a port-hole is the right place to be. Just took another look, yeah my choice was fine, no harm done and even managed to pick an extremely nice yacht – not just is my equation but most of the yachties get a little star struck at the mention of this one. The Italian sailor that has my arm trapped under his waist is starting to wake – hope he has good coffee on board because there was a rope tying competition that’s still to be adjudicated on and an ability to undo what I thought a slip-knot that hasn’t slipped…the other arms getting a real crick and rope burns…oh bugger, do hope someone checks the barbeque on the balcony I tied down at home.