Going bananas.


I thought it might be a bit of fun to pop along to the banana and breadfruit festival at the Tahiti cultural centre. It was well advertised.


I remember with affection attending my local village fete. Arch rival allotment gardeners fought for the biggest marrow title, accusing each other of cheating. Not to mention the dramas over the cake and floral competitions.

Moving forward. On arrival at the banana and breadfruit festival, I noted that there was a paramedic on duty. She was surrounded by all the medical equipment including a defibrillator. Crikey this could mean war.

Paramedic ready for action. And erm a sleeping dog. Sniffer dog may be?

I looked around and spotted lots of bananas.

Different types of bananas.
Different types of bananas. Again.

And breadfruit.

Different types of breadfruit.

And a chef.

Not sure they were cooking anything actually.

There were a few people watching a film about breadfruit being cut down from a branch.

I received some small bags of something. I was told it was pineapple. What relevance is that?

Pineapple somethings.

My French isn’t great. I think I missed something.

“I’d rather be….”

Posted in response to this week’s WordPress Photo Challenge. “I’d rather be…”


The Instructions.

If given the choice, what would you rather be doing, right now?


My husband would rather be out cycling. Not fixing a puncture.

Typical to get a puncture just as you think you’ve spotted a dry weather window for the two hour cycle.

With a dreadful weather forecast for thunderstorms and rain, the odds are against him.

Thunderstorm warning.
Success. A dry cycle there and back.

I would rather be washing out my husbands cycle kit in the sunshine, than worrying that he’s still out there.

I can hear a distant rumble. I convince myself that it’s a container ship being loaded up on the dock close by. I know that’s not true, as the port authority staff are still on strike.

I hate lightening and would rather hide away inside the boat doing my yoga.

Such is life in paradise.

Be careful what you wish for.

On board Shiraz, I’m sipping tea in the cockpit and wave at my reflection in a large mirror window on the super yacht opposite.

It reminds me of a mirror, mirror joke cracked by a school friend. The joke had something to do with a man being granted his third wish and his legs dropped off.

I expect there are many young adults who wish they could be employed on a super yacht. Imagine the kudos of successfully being selected as one of the crew.

Kitted out with a new set of deck clothes emblazoned with the super yacht logo, you are ready to start work. I can only imagine the reaction when directed to the cleaners cupboard, with instructions to clean the deck, then polish the topsides.

For someone whose bedroom has never been tidied, this could be a bit of a challenge and not quite what they had in mind.