Sunday, May 5, 2013

Fifth of May. Cinqo de Mayo

Worked from eight to six on Sunday, Cinqo de Mayo, and was just thinking it was time for a shower to end a long, hot day, when the boat across the dock asked for a hand launching their tender.  So I helped, and then they asked if I'd ever wake boarded with a surfboard, and I responded that I hadn't.  And then they insisted I try.  So I spent sunset in a Trinidad ocean with a towline in my hands and a surfboard under my feet.  Then back in the tender I got a phone call (that's why I got a waterproof phone) from my good friend and captain Tim, wondering where I was, and giving me a great compliment about my time aboard.  A great end to a damn fine day.