Arrived Naples after an eventful journey. Having eventually checked in with no time to spare, Alex was stopped at security under suspicion of carrying explosives-nothing more dangerous than a large bottle of shower gel that was optimistically packed by his mum! We then ran to the gate after losing Robbie (coach) and were relieved to see our sails packed onto the plane along with Robbie.

We arrived to a wet and horrible Naples airport and managed to negotiate taxi rides from the mafia(boys active imagination) Robbie almost forced his mafia driver to crash by dropping the sail box into the steering wheel while going round a corner, the haggis god saved him.

As we got to our hotel we were hoping we would be on the top floor. Unfortunately, we were on the bottom. When we got to the club we were dreaming about how shiny our new Winners would be. Sadly, it remained a dream. As Max Clapp was flying from tropical Miami, we decided that he should get the worst boat. Robbie thought otherwise. We will draw straws in the morning to see who gets which boat.

 

Liz.