Sunday, November 16, 2008
Hey baby, wanne see my...gangway?
Trundled off to the in-the-water half of the boat show...
What is it about Italians? They can be so charming and leave you feeling so LOVELY. Youngest REALLY wanted to walk up one of the hydraulic boarding ramps they have on mega-yachts....
I stood around till the crew appeared on one of them and asked if she could just go up and down the ramp. You can't get on the big boats without an appointment. I assume that while you are attempting to make this appointment they are assessing your wealth in realtion to Bill Gates.
Needless to say, we didn't have an appointment.
They didn't count on Italians though. The guy was from Sardinia...where they do speak some Catalan, so when he heard a blond, not really young woman chatting to him in Catalan with a cute kid in tow we were I.N. Youngest trolled gleefully up and down the ramp then he asked us all aboard (well not the husband, nor the horrifically embarassed teen further up the dock). NOTHING happened...though I will have to mention to youngest about the non-wisdom of accepting invitations from men to go and see their ya-ch-t.
He was keen to show off his......
Nothing like a good GPS system on a 87 foot motor yacht.
You know some of those monsters take 11,000 liters or more to fill and only go about 5oo miles on that?????
They must have a special dial, gallons/minute for consumption. (Those do exist by the way.)
Strangely I thought I would be overwhelmed by cravings at the show, but nothing called out to me. There was nothing there I really wanted. Not even the Italians.
Off to bed.
No photos...it is too late and I am too gross and snotty with this cold.
A giant seething bubbling mass of contagion....aren't you glad you can't get it over the internet?