Holland not quite so Extreme
With a
sedately departure from Woodbridge at 8pm we headed off to Gateway to the
Continent to join the ship. Boarding was quick as we were soon testing the
Dutch nectar before trying to eat half an animal. After a guided tour of the
ship, with the Captain pointing at everything saying “this is bigger than on
your ship, Jane” we devoured a few more beers and did our best to not bit
judgmental about Mr Franks past. Early start and we headed for the beach, but
the most extreme part was not looking likely with the temperature having
trouble getting above 0 and the freezing mist removed any chance of any clothes
coming off. Jane’s monthly sea swim would have to wait. Nice beach but let’s go
and ski, same temperature but more clothes.
One hour
later Ian had planks on his feet for the very first time. Could the Dr apply
reasoning, logic and science to overcome his late start to skiing, well yes it
appears he can. As we all played with jumps that were much too scary and just
going as fast as we can, Ian was being shown how to apply his weight gently and
control his speed, both of which he was un-expectantly quite good at. Although putting
a restaurant at the bottom his slope did not seem so smart, as his occasional
run-away looked like it may test the glass for impact. Along with sampling the
Dutch culinary delights, most of the day
was spent here and 6 ½ hours later, we completely missed cheese buying and
headed towards the next adventure, which we had not realised would also turn
into a ground breaking experiment. The Karting Challenge on a whopping 1.3km
long track which was all inside. With contact allowed and a challenging circuit
it was always going to be exhilarating and more importantly amusing. But in the
name of science, being responsible adults and most importantly being WB surfers, it had been unofficially decided
that alcohol and it’s affect on track times should be tested. So religiously
and without a control subject, a measured amount of refreshment was enjoyed
between each session and it’s affect duly logged by the stewards. The results,
well they didn’t care but it did feel faster. With aching muscles we headed
back to ship to finish off the steer
that we started on the way out.
In life, to be famous you either have to win, crash or do something amusing –
sorry no winners
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