It didn't hurt that tonight was the Mt Gay Rum party ... fueling volunteers who donned massive sparkly headdresses and paraded through the open air bar, hips gyrating to the rhythm of the steel drums. I would need a lot more rum to do this (unlike Karen Campbell) still, it wasn't long before everyone was swaying in their seats, drumming the table tops, jiggling their feet, and finally up on the dance floor: the entire restaurant being cleared of tables and chairs so the mob could gyrate en masse beneath the awning (and out of the rain).
Today's single, long-distance fleet race was just as colorful: with exciting yacht racing set against turquoise water, blue skies, alabaster clouds and green hills.The sandwiches were good, the Carib cold, we didn't lose any shirts or hats overboard (unlike yesterday :-( when my coveted TEAM WAVE t-shirt went for a swim: alas we had better luck retrieveing Bobbie's ballcap). And no-one yelled at us (for getting to close or in the way) -- all in all an excellent day for us at the Grenada Sailing Festival.
But not so for TANGA LANGA. Yesterday the Cruising I entry tore their main in half, from luff to leach; today the Beneteau 47.7 decapitated their headsail. It's turning into an expensive regatta for these nice British blokes (lol) in their pink striped shirts and purposely clashing shorts -- all I can say is: thankfully they don't have a staysail to break next!!
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