As we drove past those roadside places today where the prostitutes hang out in Europe waiting for motorists to make an offer, we came up with a new name for the rest stops, “Lay buy”. You saw it first here! There was also a variation on “truck stop” but I’ll not go there.

Wasn’t that last race something! We went in to the Cup Village and were in front of the large screen watching with drinks flowing like water. There were almost exclusively Kiwis and Italians so the Spanish played a Spanish commentary of course, but we made our own fun. Groups from each camp had those canned horns which make one h.. of a noise and on the first beat as each tack slowed one boat and the lead momentarily changed there would be a cacophony of hoots from one or the other. Here’s a few shots from the event. As we are all off to dinner at the yacht club with Marylou’s nieces who are coming down for the night I hope to post this and have no time for more verbage (Catriona spells this starting with a g). The shots show the giant screen with a Luna Rossa grand dame in red and the boats manoeuvring, Team New Zealand on the presentation dais, and Pete Montcommentary doing his bit. The Spanish put on quite an Arial show.

Cheers as always.