11/05 cops and stalkers

Nicole is not a cook! She’s a detective! Well now, not so sure how useful that is on a boat but should a crime occur that needs to be investigated we now have 2 able bodies… Did I tell you that Johan was a detective for our very own SAPS. Come one! What are the chances… It’s funny though, she’s not exactly GI Jane but cop school taught her to take you down in less time than it takes you to ask if she can cook!


DeV (short for DeVilliers, pronounced like ‘live’ but with a ‘d’) as it turns out is a riot! Yeah, he’s a Afrikaans boy through and through but not like we know them in Pta. He’s a trooper and a real darling. He speaks heavily accented English and Afrikaans like my ouma would if she lived in the Cape. The most colourful and romantic Afrikaans I’ve heard on a curly blonde surfer dude in a very long time.


Oh, as for where we’re off to and when. We’ll be clearing customs on Tues and be off before Thurs. Word has it there’s a bit of a front on the way. After much deliberation about where we’re going and how to get there we’ve settled back on the original plan. Hamilton Island, Aus via Panama. Sources tell me there’s not much of a back log there, anyway… mmm… This week has been most frustrating waiting for directions and permissions and moneys… blah blah blah.



IMAGES: Still wrapping and Nicole wrestling the masking tape

What has been fun though, is our regular drinks at the yacht club. Sort of pre-voyage bonding. There’s this girl, Becky on the boat diagonally opposite us (delivering to Italy) who is an absolute predator and I believe is hunting our DeV. His own silly fault though – the twit went and passed out on their boat the other night. Nicole as picked up a stalker too! Denis (delivering to Tortola) phones her 2 – 3 times a day, under the pretence of trying to get hold of Johan. Johan has been just a busy. I met Mariska coming out of his cabin the other morning at 8am (no prizes for guessing that one). We’re all encouraging this one, cause the whole thing turns him into a big softy and she brings us home made us frikkadels (*sp) for lunch. Me… I’m scarce. My interests remain rooted in Somerset West…

Speaking of which, I was reprimanded for not giving Jannes more attention in these pages. So, just for you babe (and your band of merry supporters)…


You know, I love you and miss you already.

Comments

  1. Elric5/17/2008 5:51 PM

    Big Brother is watching you!!

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  2. Elric5/18/2008 1:25 PM

    This is on behalf of Jill

    Your blog. Shame on you!
    Having said that, it sounds like you're having a blast.Am interested in the I love you at bottom of your blog. No confessions and sharing of happy news?
    Teasing aside. Take care and keep in touch...
    Lots of love, Aunty Jill

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