Tuna for life!
Making our way onto our vessel for the next week we couldn’t
help but be a little apprehensive. What if the people are shit? What if finally
realise I don’t have a six pack and try and wear a T-shirt in the water? What
if the food is shit? What if no one talks to me? What if no one likes my hair?
Oh no.
There was little reason to be apprehensive as this week long
meander up the coast of Croatia was a sweaty, drink filled, laughter fuelled
experience that rates as of the best of my life. The people that joined us on
this journey were some of the greatest one could ever hope to be in confined
spaces with. Johnny, Simon, Ryan, Kirsten, Kelsey, Dom, Andy, Emily, Ash
(Tash), Ash (Nash), Karen, Dave, Cam, Josh, Matty, Jimmy, Lyndsay, Aly, Kez and
Nick. These people will always be in my mind as more than a fond memory, some
of these friendships will last a long time, whilst all will be there for a
laugh whenever it is needed.
The days were filled with jumping off the boat, swimming,
re-anacting Lord of the Flies and Gilligan’s Island, dodging giant prehistoric
insects, wrestling with wasps, book club, volleyball in three metre deep water,
buying inflatable toys and naming them Fredrik the Frog, Darryl the Duck, Daisy
the Duck, Mildred the Butterfly and Maurice the Butterfly, talking way too much
about pterodactyl porn (look it up. So weird), drinking and of course,
laughing.
Having a bar tab is dangerous on these sorts of adventures
as you never know how much you have actually drank, thankfully for Emma and I
we came away quite cheap, others such as Kez and Nick and Dave and Cam were not
so lucky. Cam continued his bad luck when in all of his infinite wisdom he
decided that he should spend 1600 Kunas in one night. This is the equivalent of
$320 AUD. An incredible feat only matched by the power of his hangover.
The night in question was rather large as Dom, Cam, Dave and
myself found ourselves at a bar that served ten beers for 140 kuna or $2.80 AUD
per beer. They were pints. And cam doesn’t drink beer, he instead ordered one
litre jugs of cocktails. After two rounds we were well on our way to
inebriation, dinner was called and what followed could only be described as a
blur. We did end up back at the boat doing shots of vodka and then made of our
way to Deep, a club in a cave. A cave rave if you will. From here your guess is
as good as mine. All I know is that I had a hangover the size of NSW in the
morning and a fuzzy recollection of doing my best dice throw and punch dance.
Well if my hangover was bad, the pale beast that rose from Cam’s room was
hurting like a man who had consumed 1600 Kuna’s worth of alcohol. Never have I
seen a man in greater pain. If he were a horse we would’ve put him out of his
misery.
The sail unfortunately came to an end. Goodbyes were said.
Facebook, email, Instagram, MySpace, MSN messenger, and telegram details were
exchanged and friends were locked in for future adventures. What a week.
