If you are stepping onto a boat in a foreign country where the crew does not speak English and your captain gauges the success of his voyage on how many bags of weed he is going to score on the weekend, you know you’re in for a fun trip. Behold—Captain Ron! Actually, his name is “Siki”, but as you can tell from the dreadlocks we had a pretty awesome boat ride. We got to swim with the Rays and the Sharks. The She-wolf and I were fearless—well, not exactly fearless. Every time the brother of the very ray that killed Steve Irwin brushed his jagged death dagger of a tail across our abdomens, we freaked out just a bit. I kept reminding the She-wolf that I was “made for danger” but when she observed my reaction to a 20’ shark swimming towards me, she obviously guessed that I was just playing the macho card. Well, regardless of the extreme hazards we stared down, we had a most excellent nautical picnic with Captain Ron in Moorea, Tahiti.
The She-wolf even loved the "Lagoon Salad" that Captain Ron made us for lunch (Raw tuna, veggies, lime juice and coconut milk--Yummo!)
3 comments:
Dang, Tahiti! That looks like so much fun. Captain Ron has fun written all over his face. Tahiti is sounding mighty nice in this stinking cold weather! Looks like you guys had a great time:)
"Nautical picnic?" I think I might have to copy that term. Love it! And I would kill for some of Cap'n Ron's lagoon salad. That sounds sooo good!
Captain Ron seems like the man! Maybe next time you go to Tahiti you can bring your favorite translator...
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