Photos comming soon!
Before most of you refuse to ever speak to me again, I feel obliged to confess this does not happen everyday. More is the bloody pity!
Mercedes drives me up to Cambridge. Meet old friends. Quick drinks. Cab to airport. Onto the private jet. Oh, yes gents.
Fizz, canopes etc. off to Eindhoven to pick up the owner. Because,you see, all of this is a freebee ...
Kafee und Kuchen later, back on the kite, off to Montenegro.
The chap had to bugger off to Kiev so kindly put us up in a 4/5 * hotel before a few days at his villa. Acouple of evenings out in Budvar (best looking girls one could conceive of) then to make it all better a win of a few grand at the casino. I bought dinner. :)
Then the driver runs us up to the marina in Dubrovnic, where we bourd the 85' gin palace. My Dutch chum is becomming miffed with the Russians now having bigger toys hence next year a yatch just over twice as long starts floating.
Exquisite Croatian girls etc. Island hopping. VIP clubbing.
Then, due to the fact he was stuck in Istanbul, we flew back gratis on, sadly, BA. To bloody Gatwick.
And then the long drive back through south bloody London, in the rain.
Hey ho. Can't have it all y'own way eh?
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