I try to fight it. I try to stop myself. I wake up every morning and say to myself, ‘right that is it, no more.” I think about how wrong it is, but by 10am I am reaching for an ice cold Polar. Aruba turned me into an alcoholic. So far we have been through, 3 bottles of rum, one massive bottle of Barcardi, two bottles of vodka, one...
Sorry for the silence on the blog front, we have been working flat out like a lizard drinking trying to get the boat ready to set sail for Columbia. Our days have been spent, painting, grinding, sailing, washing, scrubbing, missioning on buses and generally doing heaps of un holiday like things! We are late in departing due to our stuff being stuck on a ship that ran aground on a sand bank while...
To the uninitiated aviation fuel smells the same the world over, but for a 12 year old boy, named Leendrick Lacle, there is nothing sweeter than the smell of Aruban av’-gas as it powers his 4 meter long dragster. Pint size drag racer Leendrick loves putting pedal to the metal, tearing up the tarmac and defending the title of Junior Boss Racer. Leendrick is the son of Rudi, the...
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