Sailing in Cuba Part 3 – Beached on the South Coast!

Five days stranded on a yacht was starting to take it’s toll. The Captain locked himself away in his cabin with the remaining rum supplies, bellowing like a wounded Moose every time a large wave rocked the boat. The New Zealand girl took to parading naked on the deck teasing and taunting the soldiers on shore with provocative yoga moves, the downward dog and headstand starfish being particularly popular ‘binocular raisers’. The Polish girl obsessively sharpened her pen knife and quietly sung melancholic Polish hymns. And I found my inner Nazi, shaving my moustache Hitler style.

Music (with permission) – The dirt surfers – Theme from Gilligan’s island

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