So a few days back I posted an open letter to my fellow cyclists/adventurers. But that is not the only trip I am signed up to do.
A few days back, a couple of my friends suggested that the boys should have a boys trip out to a Caribbean island. The place in question... St. Lucia. (In case you didn't guess that you clever little golden marmoset)
At this point in time I have a sad admission to make. I am nearly 210 years old (give or take a couple of centruries) and I have never seen an ocean/sea/a large saline body of water in my life. Yes, I, @damookman the first, am an ocean virgin. Thusly it is up to the eastern Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean to take this precious gift away. Hmm, this metaphor seems to have gotten away from me.
Right, so I am heading to St. Lucia with a co-writer of this blog and a few of my close friends. A co-writer who, I must shame mention, is yet to write even a single post.
But this is not a normal boys trip. There are no strippers, there is no blow, and there is definitely no long walks on the beach followed by a glass of merlot by a campfire while the Atlantic ocean glistens under the moonligh... errr.
Right, this is not a normal boys trip. You see, we are all cricket fans and being that St. Lucia is one of the places that the Twenty-20 world cup is being held, how could we not go? I am also going to use this opportunity to run on the beach to continue training for my upcoming duathlon, and to keep up with retirees clad in lycra who are going to make me climb up Mont Ventoux and then laugh at me for being slow.
Well that's it for this post. More will come as things become more and more clear.
@damookman
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