Our skipper Joe (a Swiss guy from Zurich) showed us the ropes
(literally). Apart from learning a bit about sailing, we had lots of time for
fun and games, getting sunburned (Steve) and sleeping our head off
(Monica).
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| Monica, as we
did (or rather didn't) see her the first few days |
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| Steve in full
clothing. He got smart after getting severely sunburned the first
day |
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| Boris, a native
Aussie, really got a kick out of the Oria's Union Jack |
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| Boris, posing
as a POM |
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| Monica, on one
of the rare occasions during the first few days when she was
awake |
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| Steve posing,
yet unburned |
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| The red crab on
the right is Steve, on the left is his doctor rubbing him down with
grapefruit |
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| He must have
used a gallon of after-sun cream to heal his wounds |
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| Of course,
there are parts of the body where you can't administer the cream
yourself |
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| Don't ask what
we were doing here. I don't even remember |
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| Fooling around
with the fish from the wind chime |
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| The three
stooges take to the seas |
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| Having
apéritifs before going out to shore |
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| Monica playing
the teasing releationship... |
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| ...she and
Boris built up during the week |
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| What a cute
couple, though |
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| Queen of the
night |
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| I reckon having
four men around didn't actually bother Monica |
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| Boris and
Steve's traditional midnight swim. NO FEAR! |
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| Relaxing after
all the exhaustion. Don't ask me where Steve's going to put his
hand. I don't want to know |
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| The Oria crew
trying to fit in one picture... |
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| ...and with
more success |
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