Up this morning to discover that the
hostel bar has a breakfast menu so after a good feed and the all
important coffee, we set of to explore the waterfront.
With excellent timing we found the sail
NZ booth just in time for the 10am sailing. We were crewing on an
America's cup racing yacht.
Once out in the bay we hoisted sail using
winches called grinders - very hard work - and were off.
Great to be
sailing again feeling the boat heel over and the wind blowing in my
Andrew steered under the harbour bridge.
It really looked like
the mast was going to hit the bridge but we through safely.
had a turn at the wheel and seemed to do reasonably well.
great to steer the boat, reacting to changes in wind just seems to
come naturally to me.
There was also a mad Chinese bloke on board,
who I felt sure would go OB at some point as he seemed determined to
climb and jump everywhere and sit as close to the edge as he
After our sailing we had a walk round the harbour and had
lunch. The sailing experience seems to have given Andrew an appetite
as he ate what looked like a whole lamb. We also met a chap from
Coventry University - it's a small world.
We then continued our
nautical theme with a trip to the maritime museum. I was highly
interested in the exploits of various Kiwi nautical adventurers - but
Andrew complained that I was spending too long reading about them.
Maybe he was concerned that it would give me some ideas and I would
want to do our next round the world trip in a kayak or yacht - now
there's an idea!
After that it was back to the hostel for a rest.
The hostel meal this evening was chilli con carne with rice, with the
chilli looking suspiciously similar to what we had with the nachos
the night before.
We then headed to a couple of bars in town. The
second one we went to seemed to be a cross between an Austrian and an
English bar. It had wood panelling and wood tables with an open fire
and lots of cricket memorabilia hanging on the walls. There was also
a large stack of Jagermeister behind the bar. We had a drink in the
hostel bar before retiring to bed. The barman was concocting new
cocktails one of which Andrew tried and it got named JW after me.
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