A friend’s birthday was around the corner so he decided to treat us all to a boat fishing trip. It’s not that unusual. Men have been paying for the pleasure of other people’s company since the dawn of time itself. Lol. Sorry bro. I couldn’t help it. I was late. It didn’t help that I parked at the opposite end
Almost everyone was late, some more than others. I myself was late by about 5 minutes. Eventually, after some of the shared weight had been distributed somewhat evenly, we gathered for the pre-launch photograph. Most of us at least. In attendance were Hermann, Hendrik, Titi, Fendy, Omar, and obviously, your’s truly. Along and (unconfirmed right up till the moment he reached Mamam) Mael would be joining us later. Much to Omar’s and Fendy’s annoyance, there was effectively no wind during the launch.
[Warning: This post may take a while to load.] There were countless sea tales told by many-a-scallywag, tales of seas awash with the golden glow of the setting sun reflecting off an orgy of fish. Expectedly, there was immense anticipation for this trip. Entire companies went on forced leave, old ladies began to report more and more missing jewelry, loved
