We hadn't done laundry since we arrived so Barry took the laundry in the car to the next town where we he had to return the car and did it. Well it is Christmas Eve and there were no buses or taxis and he must have looked really scuzzy because no one would pick him up when he tried to hitchhike, so he called me on the radio and told me to come and pick him up.. I spent 49 minutes in the pouring rain, with lightning no less, putting away across 4 miles to get him, then of course there was the return trip. The only bonus in the whole trip was that I saw Santa Claus gliding by on water skis at the Club Med located between the boat and the dock where Barry was waiting. I think that was even stranger than seeing Santa four wheeling at the end of a parade in New Zealand.
I don't think I will ever forget this particular wild Christmas Eve. We did spend the night playing Scrabble and cards so it wasn't a total loss of a day. Hope you had a great Christmas Day, I hope to get a swim in sometime here in paradise.