Where's Scott?

Seb and I are thrilled to be back in paradise! We decide to take full advantage of it, and make plans for another trip out to our second rock! The only boat we can get, though, is a TINY fishing boat. We try to get three in it and it promptly swamps, so Seb and I carefully crawl in and start to Hawaii 5-0 it out past the breakers.

We do quite well for about 5 minutes, and then suddenly one of the stabilizers is in the air and… up, up, and we’ve flipped and are in the water! OK, we didn’t expect everything to go smoothly, so we hop back in the boat and start to bail. We can see that a “rescue” boat has been dispatched, but we’re determined to do this on our own. We’re underway again before our saviours can catch us, but they quickly overtake us and snare us with a perfect lasso throw! We’re their captives, and they tow us the rest of the way, our egos quite bruised…

They release us at the rock, and we discover we’ve lost a mask in the dump (we later found we’d left it at the house; we’re both incompetent and stupid! Wonderful). We take turns snorkeling and sunbathing on our tiny explorer, and our rescuers leave us to our shark-bait destiny. We manage it back to the beach under our own steam, but our big fat asses break a hole in the poor fisherman’s seat. We promised to fix the seat (it appears to be this tiny old man’s only worldly possession), but our offer is defiantly refused! That’s not how it works here…

Dinner is spam, eggs, shredded pork, spam, rice and spam. I’d never thought I’d say this about a spam dish, but it’s _wonderful_ (and loaded with MSG, which they even use in the fried pork fat/skin that’s equally yummy). It also makes us seriously thirsty, and flush with cash, Rotel’s quickly on hand with some nice bognow beers, and another marathon card session is soon underway.