Boating in Bath - epilogue

Finally, everyone put down their weapons, wiped their crying eyes, and agreed we'd had fun. But nobody told Shaun, who was convinced he had been witness to one of the great 21st century disasters.

Did anyone see a ghost?

Steve Allen soon lightened the mood by requesting a drink. Nice work Steve!

Boating in Bath - part four

Back on dry land we were keen to assess the damage. It got pretty heated from there, fights broke out, people began to cry, and we all felt fairly depressed at the day's outcome. So much hope, dashed.

Boating in Bath - part three

Our time at the pub over, we headed back down that treacherous patch of river to the safety of the boathouse.

Tensions escalate as a healthy mix of alcohol and chauvinism reach fever pitch, while Steve Allen comfortably eats a banana.

Boating in Bath - interlude

I took a short break from the debauched frivolity to head out onto the sluice with Steve Collins, a local historian, who wanted to give me a bit of historical perspective on the area.

I soon discovered this was all a front and his motives were far more sinister...

Boating in Bath - part two

After a treacherous journey upstream, the motley crew of boaters relax and collect their thoughts at a nearby public house, The Bathampton Mill.

Boating in Bath - part one

A whole massive group of brilliant people headed for a weekend in Bath, and spent a beautiful Saturday rowing up the Avon to a pub, drinking in aforementioned pub, and then rowing back down the the boathouse.

The first part of this epic adventure is captured in this short video.

Boat Tour Around Manhattan Island

Oh, to be, to be, at sea.

Here's me and Grotty on our boat tour of Manhattan. There we saw the sights of Liberty Island (or at least its eponymous sight), went under the Brooklyn Bridge (and for that matter its less famous sister, the Manhattan Bridge), gawped at the magnificent Manhattan skyline, sang a bastardised hybrid of the American and British national anthems, drew pictures of big buildings, listened to the dulcet tones of Kathleen Turner (and argued about which films she had been in) and generally larked around.

On a boat.

The South Street Seaport Stalk

So I ended up stalking the Nymph of the Grot down at the ferryport in Manhattan, which naturaly she didn't like very much.

And she told me so.

So I stopped.

Thailand 11 - Beaches

On Koh Phangan there are beaches. We visited them, mainly by boat.

Nelly drew a sand spider, I got a severe drenching and Steve got a rude awakening.



The beaches themselves were predominantly beach-like.