BVI - Christmas 2008
Yes it’s that time of year again – where did the year go?
Christmas in the sunshine never feels ‘right’ but like true Brits we still like to roll out the turkey ‘n’ trimmings and Delia Smith and I become best pals again.
The festive season got off to a very jolly start with the Moorings Christmas party.
Moorings/Sunsail is the biggest charter yacht company in the world and has it’s main base in the BVI but even we were surprised at how lavish the party was with a free bar and massive buffet all night. Once we’d had our fill at the Moorings expense (We LOVE the Moorings!) we all headed back to David and Dawn's boat C’est Fini for a nice cup of tea. Very sensible idea we thought until the ‘tea’ turned out to be copious cosmopolitans and a rendition of the worst ever No 1 Hits from the 80’s courtesy of David’s bad taste IPOD. I’m not sure who was in the neighbouring yacht but I’m sure they weren’t impressed with the Birdie Song blaring at 3am. Unfortunately our camera broke that night so you’re all spared dodgy photos of Andy dancing to the Macarana!
Next up we were invited to the rather more sober and well behaved Dive BVI Christmas party. As usual we all bartered for our favourite gifts apart from Andy & I who actually quite liked what we’d got first off so kept very quiet. Unfortunately we were working the next day (and still a bit partied out from the previous few days) so snuck off early, VERY well behaved for a change!
As Dad and Loretta had obviously had enough of visiting us for Christmas and ending up doing all the work, we were all on our lonesome this year, so we decided to invite all our pals over for dinner for an ‘early Christmas Day’ as we all have to work on the day itself (it’s not all fun and games over here you know!) So we went in search of a turkey big enough to feed 8 people.
People started arriving for lunch and a wee dip while we basted the burd (the turkey even got some oil as well ha ha ha) and then it was time to introduce some newbie’s to the Santa stealing game. Unfortunately somebody had the bright idea of us all having to say Merry Christmas and take a drink every time we rolled 1 on the dice, which seemed to happen an awful lot. Our neighbours later told us they thought we’d invited 80 people not 8! Next up was the Rizzla game using the party hats as we’re all way too old and sensible to have Rizzlas in the house anymore – ahem.
It was more luck than judgment when the main meal was finally served without too much mishap, but by then we were all too drunk to notice anyway. The evening ended up with the silliest game where you have to get an After Eight mint from your forehead into your mouth without using your hands, no mean feat in the warm Caribbean!
A few days later, heartily sick of leftover turkey and mince pies, we were informed that we would not be working over Christmas after all! Bloody typical considering this was the first day ever we’d not been working on the day itself but our friends were working! Still we decided to put a brave face on it and force ourselves to enjoy a luxurious Christmas buffet at a local 5 star resort, it’s a tough job but someone has to do it! We ignored the turkey completely and made a bee line for the raw bar complete with oysters, clams and lobster and then the tandoori grill with freshly baked naan bread courtesy of our friend and head chef Hermant....a wafer thin mint anyone?.
We must have looked like ‘somebodies’ rather than ‘nobodies’ for a change as we know all the management quite well at the hotel and they all came up to wish us a Merry Christmas with complimentary bubbles and liqueurs. Merry Christmas to us indeed!
Read MoreChristmas in the sunshine never feels ‘right’ but like true Brits we still like to roll out the turkey ‘n’ trimmings and Delia Smith and I become best pals again.
The festive season got off to a very jolly start with the Moorings Christmas party.
Moorings/Sunsail is the biggest charter yacht company in the world and has it’s main base in the BVI but even we were surprised at how lavish the party was with a free bar and massive buffet all night. Once we’d had our fill at the Moorings expense (We LOVE the Moorings!) we all headed back to David and Dawn's boat C’est Fini for a nice cup of tea. Very sensible idea we thought until the ‘tea’ turned out to be copious cosmopolitans and a rendition of the worst ever No 1 Hits from the 80’s courtesy of David’s bad taste IPOD. I’m not sure who was in the neighbouring yacht but I’m sure they weren’t impressed with the Birdie Song blaring at 3am. Unfortunately our camera broke that night so you’re all spared dodgy photos of Andy dancing to the Macarana!
Next up we were invited to the rather more sober and well behaved Dive BVI Christmas party. As usual we all bartered for our favourite gifts apart from Andy & I who actually quite liked what we’d got first off so kept very quiet. Unfortunately we were working the next day (and still a bit partied out from the previous few days) so snuck off early, VERY well behaved for a change!
As Dad and Loretta had obviously had enough of visiting us for Christmas and ending up doing all the work, we were all on our lonesome this year, so we decided to invite all our pals over for dinner for an ‘early Christmas Day’ as we all have to work on the day itself (it’s not all fun and games over here you know!) So we went in search of a turkey big enough to feed 8 people.
People started arriving for lunch and a wee dip while we basted the burd (the turkey even got some oil as well ha ha ha) and then it was time to introduce some newbie’s to the Santa stealing game. Unfortunately somebody had the bright idea of us all having to say Merry Christmas and take a drink every time we rolled 1 on the dice, which seemed to happen an awful lot. Our neighbours later told us they thought we’d invited 80 people not 8! Next up was the Rizzla game using the party hats as we’re all way too old and sensible to have Rizzlas in the house anymore – ahem.
It was more luck than judgment when the main meal was finally served without too much mishap, but by then we were all too drunk to notice anyway. The evening ended up with the silliest game where you have to get an After Eight mint from your forehead into your mouth without using your hands, no mean feat in the warm Caribbean!
A few days later, heartily sick of leftover turkey and mince pies, we were informed that we would not be working over Christmas after all! Bloody typical considering this was the first day ever we’d not been working on the day itself but our friends were working! Still we decided to put a brave face on it and force ourselves to enjoy a luxurious Christmas buffet at a local 5 star resort, it’s a tough job but someone has to do it! We ignored the turkey completely and made a bee line for the raw bar complete with oysters, clams and lobster and then the tandoori grill with freshly baked naan bread courtesy of our friend and head chef Hermant....a wafer thin mint anyone?.
We must have looked like ‘somebodies’ rather than ‘nobodies’ for a change as we know all the management quite well at the hotel and they all came up to wish us a Merry Christmas with complimentary bubbles and liqueurs. Merry Christmas to us indeed!
