Hallo, Buenas Dias, Hello!

It has always amazed me how there are those people for whom speaking another language just seems to roll off the tongue so effortlessly. Where ever we have gone a large proportion of people have been bi-ligual and those here in Bonaire are no exception; well except that most are tri-lingual!

The strangers in bars, homeless in the street, shop attendants all have this ability. The waitresses at the bars casually flip between Dutch and English giving their formalities over the drinks specials or the food and then, mid-sentence, lean over their shoulder and rattle off another half a dozen sentences in Spanish! It's astounding; their fluidity, clarity of speech and absolute lack of hesitation.

I myself get knots in my stomach if I am called upon to speak French or Spanish on our travels – not because I am awful at it (rusty for sure and by no mean fluent, but not awful) but more for fear of making a mistake or of being confronted with something that I do not understand.

I always used to think I would end up working in languages in some form or another and studied Spanish as part of a degree at Uni. Yet somewhere down the line that ambition and ability slipped away and was replaced by fear and so it was left only for the elite that I knew to go on and speak with the world. I guess doing this trip has made me somewhat ashamed at not being able to communicate fully with the people I meet in their own language and needing them to make the effort for me – not good.

Back home I have found that speaking multiple languages is normally reserved for those in that type of work, those highly educated or those with a lot of free time – not your average Joe. Being here I realise that that is just an excuse – there is no 'class' of person whom multiple languages is reserved for and it's not seen as something amazing to be able to do, just the norm. Why?

Maybe it's culture. If everyone speaks 3 languages around you, I guess you soon learn.

Maybe it's attitude. When you have a desire to know people and connect with them – a common language is a good place to start.

Or maybe it's really just down to the person. Not thinking “I cant” or “I’ll fail” and worrying about mistakes – just going with the flow and enjoying life.

This gives me a solid lesson of the day – try hard, do not fear failure and definitely pick up my Spanish books again.

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

7 days...

Grenada is, in a word - amazing! I can completely see why people from all over the world choose to settle here and make a life for themselves and why cruisers in particular drop there anchor in the south of the island, blink and realise it's 6 months later and they are still here.

For us, we realised yesterday that we have been here for a month. One whole month out of our year long adventure in an island that is only 131 square miles large. The reason however is simple.

This island combines the most beautiful scenery and weather with a fantastic social scene. Wonderful anchorages and marinas and kind, generous people. Breathtaking hikes, activities galore, cheap food and beer and, most importantly - safe harbour (in most cases) from the hurricane season.

In the time we have been here we haven't even scratched the surface of this island and yet, sadly, we have now got to leave in (weather dependant) 7 days and head off towards the ABC islands. Don't get me wrong, we are SO excited to see our next place but it is at times like this when we yet again realise that 1 year is not enough.

We shall be staying with just enough time to experience carnival on Monday-Tuesday, stock up the boat, fix the last remaining niggles and then be on our way. But what an amazing time we have had being here.

Here are a few little notes on what we have been up to....

• Hash runs - our first try of these was brutal. Second one was brilliant and hopefully this Saturday we will get to do a fancy dress hash
• Hiking through the Grand Etang forest and to the waterfalls
• Numerous social activities with the outstanding cruising community here - can we include Pool tournaments, Volly ball, birthday parties, duck races
• Crab Racing - Sadly Jarvis crab was not on form
• Seeing the sites - chocolate factories, rum distillery's, old nutmeg plants, volcanic lake creators, museums. 
• Meeting some of the loveliest people who will be life long friends

 

 

Pool Tournament

Brilliant 2-4-1 Pizza night at Le Phare Bleu with THE BEST cocktails.. ummmm

Freshly stripped goat skin we saw mid-through a hash run.. humm?!

Jarvis jumping off the Seven Sisters falls

Now we have 7 days left. I guess at least when you know you only have a certain amount of time somewhere you will sure make the most of it!

Tia and Jarvis, over and out!

And just when it was all working....

I really miss hearing the old saying "If it's not broke don't fix it" and having it be true. At the moment on our little house it seems that pre-empting things that are going to break is the only way to save ourselves an awful lot of time and money.

More out of curiosity than any problem we checked to see how our trusty new Altenator was doing. It turns out that it's not the best being too hot to touch after a few minutes of it running. Further investigations have clocked that there is a small power leak coming from the regulator... even when all the power is off, hummm. So we have got a new blower fan, ducting and are on the look out for a new reulator to top it off.

We are taking no chances! Just because it's not broke YET, we are still going to fix it!

On a happy note we have a new boat of the marina (Bay). This beautiful old schooner from Hog Island which is currently competing in the Carriacou Regatta, fingers crossed for them.

Schooner @ Hog Island

We broke up our mass maintenence yesterday by going to our second Hash run up in St Andrews. A beautiful track and, smartly, we chose to do the walkers trail this time and jog that instead. This meant it only took us an hour and a half, we got to have fantastic chats with new, awesome people all the way round and were still exhauted by the end but at that happy point where you can still knock back the beers after!

Here are a few photos of the people we met and the great party last night!!

'Cyber-Flash' and his wife. Bidding for the International Hash in Brussells

Horst & Gabby from sv Fair Isle

Post Race happiness!

Party going on into the night. Carib! - The Reason we hash! :)

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out

The Kindness of Strangers

Don't Worry - be Happy!

Travelling around exploring new places all the time quite often leaves you at the mercy of others. Needing to know how to get somewhere, where is the best place to buy something or when a certain activity is on means that you are always in conversation with people you have never met and that you quite often base a lot of trust on what they have to say. 

Sometimes this can be quite un-nerving and sometime it can be exceptionally rewarding - one of those times for us was yesterday.

In need of doing a shop we were up bright and early and made our way down to the main intersection leaving the Marina. It's a pretty long walk to the supermarket from that point still and sadly 9 times out of 10 you do need to walk as the strip of road is not a main bus route. We started on our way only to be stopped buy a guy asking if we needed a taxi, the gut reaction kicked in. Taxi = Expensive, so 'No thanks' and we walked on. Yet the guy drove along side us and with a great smile on his face said: "Ah I'm only jokin' wid you - hop in, no charge. Where you heading?"

A stranger offering lift? Now that brings back all kinds lessons drummed into you as kid about strangers but it was a long walk and hey, if we ended up having to give the guy a few dollars it was no bother. We jumped in and so began our time with 'Sugar-Ray'.

Happy and friendly we chatted back and forth about what we were doing that day -shopping and finding a hairdresser- and then he enquired where we were from and proceeded to tell us how he had lived in London for 6 yrs to save up and buy his local business.. "I will show you" he says, and off we zoom, still a little uncomfortable, to Ray's Tyre shop. He shows us around, introduces us as his new friends and then he drives us over to the Shopping Centre. It's money time, or so we think but,  "I'll wait for you guys here if you like and then we can go to the Barber's - i know a great guy". 

Humm what to do - this guy has been nothing buy kind and helpful but yet all our instincts are telling us to break away somehow, that this will not end well. It's at that point where we both realised how un-trusting we are, how security and safty aware we had become doing this trip. With so much unknown and so many story of attacks, kidnappings etc we had let all the hype get to us and become so un-trusting of everyone. It sucked so after a quick shop and a new energy we jumped back in the car and it was onwards to the Barber. 

As we drove we all talked of live and love of travels and adventures and leant all about 'Sugar-Ray'. He had had some major accidents in his life (a car crash let to 12 broken bones, cracked skull and ruptured stomach), leaving him un-able to move his knee and heavily scarred; but to him that meant he was the luckiest person alive. So in turn he wanted to make other have the best life possible and, luckily for us, that meant showing a young travelling couple the 'real' Grenada. We met his local barber and his pastor before he then insisted on taking us back to his house to show us around and share a beer. We tried local blood sausage (sadly still gross), met his neighbours and chatted out on his balcony for ages until... "Mon i gotta go. I have work in an hour".

He still insited on dropping us all the way home and even invited us to dinner next week. On the way back we quickly stopped off at his girlfriends work as our last stop. Gorgeous and obviously in love with him but "Shhh" he says, "My wife would not like it". I guess even the kindest people have flaws.

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

Run (in the) Forest, Run!

Our first major group activity here in Grenada began on Saturday. Every week during the summer there is an organised 'Hash' run. For those of you who don't know what one is (I sure didn't when i heard about it), check out this Wikipedia description :-Hash House Harriers

In short, 'Hashing' is trail running that is big on the social scene but I personally think that makes it sound way too easy. We knew the background, we had read other accounts of it, seen a few photos and so decided that we had to give it a try.

At 2:15pm we hopped on an organised mini-bus that drove us up to Grand Etang forest in the centre of the Island. We arrived to a mass crowd of people from every age, culture and nationality huddling around a guy dressed in his 'Bastille day' colours starting to explain about the race.

He gave us a few things to note:-
1)Follow the paper, it marks the trail
2)There are false trails - be prepared!

3)There are ropes for some descents
4)Help each other it's all for fun!

So, in the blazing sunshine we signed up to the Hashing 'Virgins' list and on the GO horn, we were outta there.

Before the race.. looking happy and eager

Now luckily for us it hadn't rained that day but unlucky for us that didn't seem to make a difference to the mud. Piles of people sliding and wriggling their way down an epic mud bank started the trail and separated the pack.We managed to get out into the middle somewhere and proceeded to spend 2 hours jumping boulders, leaping across streams and swinging from branches.. oh and some running in there as well :)

Sliding/Climbing down the slopes

Halfway through we had an awesome surprise at finding ourselves in front of the Seven Sisters waterfall but sadly we had no time to stop and take the dip we were craving, it was onwards and (much to my disappointment) upwards. ALOT of upwards!

Seven Sisters Waterfall

Finally when the light started to fade and we had made our way around a large patch of Razor grass (it's EVIL and shredded my legs)  we hit the tarmac and ran up the final stretch to the finish line.

Utterly unimpressed at another hill!

When the final straggler had arrived the announcer called upon the 'Virgins' to come and get their certificate.

Please take some happiness in this little excerpt of it:-

Please let it be known that Antonia, having done it with all of us. At times rough, sometimes wet, sometimes hard, sometimes fast, grunting, groaning, completed this ordeal and is henceforth not to be considered a virgin in the Grenada Hash Harriers.

Our final hurrah on accepting our certificates was to be showered by all the 'experts' with bottles of beer and then to carry on with the party!

Celebrating with the crew from ZeroToCruising and Unicorn

 It was brutal and exhausting and exceptionally muddy, but will we be doing it next week? You betcha!

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

To Off- Season or not to Off-Season?

Sailing around in the Caribbean, Med or elsewhere is generally envisioned as idealistic weather, lots of drinking, spending raucous amounts of money on activities, getting a great tan and seeing all there is to see. Sound Perfect? Yup, sounds pretty good to me... but this is normally a two week thing. Can it really be a long term lifestyle? I personally think not and here in I think defines one of the key differences between 'sailing' and 'cruising'. The difference in fact between visiting and living somewhere, in it being a holiday or a lifestyle. When 'sailing' becomes long term there are a lot more options and factors to look at when choosing where to go and when to go there. For us there was no question about the 'where'. But the when? Now that was more difficult.

For anyone who has decided to vacation in 'off-Season', you will know there are at times large differences in this and at peak times. Sailing is no different. When you go somewhere in-season you will find the following :-

• The services at each spot to be open more frequently (or at all)
• The weather more pleasant and predictable
• A more active community of sailors to interact with
• Higher amount of events, festivals etc to see/do

There are always exceptions but generally this is what we have found to be the case. However you will also find the following when sailing in-season:-

• Higher Marina/Mooring prices
• Less friendly local people (after seeing a thousand and one tourists, you can understand)
• More densely packed anchorages – sometimes there is no space at the inn!
• Hiked up prices for activities and boat repairs
• People, LOTS of people which makes finding that desert island a lot harder

Clearly there are pros and cons for each option and I think in part this depends on what type of sailor you and and what kind of experience you want to get. For us we wanted to maximise seeing everything possible, experience places the way the locals do and to do all of this at as low a cost as we could. (Plus we didn't want to break our tradition of always sailing in the most *e-hem* exciting weather). Therefore it seemed to be a combination of these reasons that we in the end chose to leave when we did and go 'Off-peak'. Yes this got us to arrive in time for the start of hurricane season (probably the biggest reason not to sail at this time) but if you are smart and take the necessary precautions/back up plans etc, I see no reason why this should affect ones cruising experience.

So far we are happily loving our choice. Although a few mis-starts in getting to where we are – Yes we are talking about you Bay Of Biscay. But since we got far enough south that the butter started to melt everything has gone in our favour. We have been to so many places that we would have otherwise had to foregone in peak due to amount of anchorage space and with such fewer people we have met some amazing people happy to talk to us. The best bit though has been the chance to be able to do everything we have on the budget we have. In the end we are only just starting our in life in our 20's and yet have got to see this spectacular world. For us it's 'off-Season' all the way!!

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

It's the little things in life...

For the past few days we have happily been out of contact with the world in the Tobago Cays. Just us, our Croc Bones and the most beautiful backdrop. A set of 5 little sandy islands that give 'a little piece of paradise' a new meaning. No inhabitants and at this time of the year very few yachts milling about, just the unspoilt reefs and thriving wildlife. We had been looking forward to these islands for quite some time but were slightly worried after we had heard of a Yacht being boarded 2 days prior to our arrival. We were incredibly grateful for the warning and therefore took every precaution necessary and so managed to have some of the best moments of our trip to date. It's true what they say, it really is the little things...

Swimming with Sting rays...

Watching the most glorious Sunrise.. (Completely worth being up at 5:30am for)

Getting to have a desert islands to ourselves – AMAZING. We stayed there for 7 hours and not a soul in sight. Petit Tabac we re-name you Jarv-ia.....

Being surrounded by shoals of fish and Turtles...

and finding another boat of the marina (bay in this case), a gorgeous old yacht from Italy.

I will let the pictures speak for themselves in this case.. a with thousand words in each?? Well, it makes this our longest post to date! :)

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

Education at Sea

Both Jarvis and I are firm believers in continually educating yourself and working out your brain and were determined that whilst having the time of our life away from work, stress, rules and regulations, this would not mean sitting on our laurels and letting our brains turn to mush. Of course everyday we are learning something new about sailing and life on the ocean and that is great, but there is so much more to life as well.

Our here it is so tempting to while away your time with a good novel, take in the adventures of the island or just swim and snorkel the day away and, I personally think, these things should be done at every opportunity. But how about challenging yourself to learning something new, something that is going to make your brain yell at you once you are done?

Perhaps a new language, which would be one hell of a bonus if you are sailing around – French and Spanish having being incredibly useful on our own travels so far. Or what about something totally different to what you know? Psychology, History of where you are from (or where you are going?) Or how about getting more technically Savvy! Anything that you are interested in, or could find an interest in – just work that brain!

The best bit?! Nowadays we have no excuse for not being able to get this information of whatever we desire even out in remote islands. If you can get internet, you can download a text book or watch a video on a subject or even order course material to be ready and waiting at your next stop. It so easy to find out... check out these brain stretchers:-

• 45 things you can learn for free
• How Stuff works
• The Teaching Company - Supported by Bill Gates and Co

In our case Jarvis is learning Spanish and Computer Networking and I am learning Adobe Indesign and Creative Writing. Granted it's not at a fast pace and sometimes when the world looks a bit too perfect not be out exploring, the last thing I want to do is pick up a work book. Yet the feeling of knowing more, surprising yourself at what you can do and putting into practice your new skill. Now that is feeling worth trying for.

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out

Spruce as a Moose???

And then there were two...

It is now back to just Jarvis and I on the boat until around October time. After a heartfelt 'so long' to our friends we came back to the boat and thought we'd give her a clean up.. y'know, potter around a bit have a look at the battery situation (getting oh so much worse on the charging front since the new alternator..eep) and, as we have awesome internet, do all the little jobbies that keep pileing up.

....6 hours later we have hardly made a dent!

All those little things that we have been putting off from a full oven blitz to a hull scrub and then from catching up with emails to friends to sorting banking.... the time seems to just munch it's way through the day. Maybe we have been boatified too long now and are used to having a whole day just to do the washing up... but it just seems immence the sheer amount of things to do!!

Internet time is sparce as a general rule - so those kind of things go in a very tight order of importance:-

1. Email the mums (we love them and they worry)
2. Update the blog & FaceBook (to let everyone we know, and some we don't, be in the know as to our adventures)
3. Email selection of friend on a rolling rota (sad i know but only way we can email everyone)
4. Upload photos
5. Other - internet banking, finding info about places, donwloading music/books/recipies (when we get awesome connection)

And as for the boat jobbies, well in 32 degree weather it makes most of them seem like a "we'll do it tomorrow"  task instead.

So now we are left with a list as long as long as my arm of stuff to do and, to be honest, apart from the emailing and blogging, we really have no desire to do any of it!

With a view like this...

Marigot Bay nestled into the rainforest :)

... I think the accounts, the cleaning, the boat maintenence and clothes washing can all be relegated to a job for 'mañana', after all it's only each other who has to deal with it now so erm.. no cleaning until October it seems :)


 Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

Not by the hair on my chinny, chin, chin.

I would say that for at least the past month, possibly two, there have been some impending imposters gaining presence on the boat with us. They are big, unruly and almost needs their own space on the yacht.

As you can see they are pretty big!!

Jarvis has yet to cut hair or beard in over 4 months but i dont think it was until we hit civilisation again that we realised just how hairy he had become... but hey he is definately working the salty sea dog look.

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out

An Egg-strordinary Easter

What do you do on Easter Sunday when it is raining, everything is shut, the courrier still hasn't arrived and you are saving money? 

You decorate eggs and are very thankfull to you lovely friend Mim for giving you a giant Lindt bunny before you left. Num num num. 

Left -Javis' Egg, Right Tia's Egg 'Evil Fred'.

Happy Easter everyone

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out

Haggling, Harrasing and Head over Handle bars

Question: How many differnt experiences can you get into three days?!

Answer:- A lot

The train journey from Mohammedia to Marrakech was an experience all on it own. It was meant to be a 3 hour journey but became 4 and a half. The train was so packed that I spent the time pushed into an empty fire hydrant spot with three suitcases jammed between my legs, a small child resting against me and partaking in the strange 'to-me-to-you' game of passing bags and people back and forth. People would litterally climb over you to walk to one end of the carriage and then turn around and make the climb back. Im not sure if this was their way to pass the time of not but we were oh so happy when the train finally pulled into the station at about 3pm and we were free from the hussle and bussle... or so we thought!

We settled on a hotel straight out of the guide book for the first night and the made our way through the stream of motorbikes, scootors, 'petite taxis' and horse carriages that wind their way through the roads, pavements and any spare space that can herald them towards their destination, towards the main square which is thankfully, more or less traffic free.

The square is the heart of the Medina there and holds as a centre stage for all the main sights to be seen. Snake charmers and street theatre play a major attraction and there are traditional water carriers and bands that weave through the crowd. We we pulled into a small food stall in the centre of the square and ate some of the couscous tagines as we watched the sun set - very beautiful.

We were still pretty hyped so we made our way into the maze of souqs (sections of the market) and were immediatly imersed into a constant 'non merci'. The harrasing is pretty bad there and everyone wants to be your guide and friend but 'no money for me, no money... i just show you to my friend who you will buy from, yes?'. It definately gets a bit much after a while and I can see why the guide book suggests breaks from the centre. I did find a gorgeous leather bag that I happily haggled for. Not sure if i did well or not. He started at 150dh and i got him down to 100dh... probably could have done better but it was my first haggle attempt so not to shabby.

The next day we planned to have a day out of the city and go out to the mountains, walk around and hike a bit. We found the taxi point which was heaving and tried to haggle with the man for the journey... he wouldn't go down below 400dh for a one way journey (£40) so we went to head back to the bus station to try the price there instead. As we went to dodge the traffic a guy came belting around the corner on a bike and ran me down. I don't really remember it but Jarvis tells me he blinked and then I was 8 meters further away. The traffic kept on coming so Jarvis had to grab me and pull me off to one side. Annoyingly i couldn't really walk. My hip and foot were painful to move and that pretty much put an end to the days hike! Grrrrrr... evil bike!

Instead we though we'd wander around the Medina and managed to get lost. Only 4 hours of wandering later did we get back to the centre. We picked up a few more bargains along the way. Jarvis got a fetching local hat and 'genuine leather for you my friend' shoes. It had been a long day so we relented and went to one of 4 places in town where you could get a beer. A place called 'KosyBar'. It was very gorgeous but just tourists and the price difference was crazy. You can get a full meal here for two people for around £4. In the bar one small beer was £5. We settled for one each and headed back to our hotel. (Sadly we didn't get the one on the roof.. it was raining).

On the last day we decided to be propper tourists. We visited the palace -beautiful, the tombs- kinda boring, and the jewish quarter - awesome! We got talking to a 'herbal seller' who took us into his shop and took us through all of the spices, herbs, pot etc and told us what they were for. He even gave us some fresh pepermint tea with added menthol crystals which was sting-the-eyes strong and gave us gifts (a pot which you wet and it becomes lipstick and little reeds which are toothpicks) for thanking him to practice his english (yes, i am also sure it was a bit of a con - but it was brilliant and he was very kind). We also bought some Jasmin balls to kill the evil moths that are eating our clothes, some amazing smelling spices for rice and Jarvis got more Ginsing than we could carry. Not even sure what its for... anyone????

We spent the rest of the day watching the world go by in the 'Cyber Park' to avoid the harrassing. Its awesome, they have free internet hotspot monitors build into the trees! Very cool! Then it was home time and thankfully we got a seat - HORRAY!!

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

Having a Time Out

It has been a brilliant week in Morocco. A very relaxing week and I am so grateful for that. Having company for a while was just what we needed and it gave us that push we needed to down tools for a bit and chill out.

We went to see Casablanca and sadly it was really dissapointing. Cranes, big holes in the ground (two massive ones giving the view from Pete and Suz's hotel room) and an exceptional amount of traffic everywhere (crossing the road is a once in a lifetime experience). The Medina (their 'old town' markets) was compact and very windy but I was personally over the experience when we saw a pet stall in the centre selling puppies - there were 5 of them and they were squashed into a hampster cage - horrible! All up I wouldn't reccommend it. The only highlight was the first taste of traditional Moroccan food - Chicken and Lamb Tajines all-round. Num num num!

The next day we spent in Rabat which had an awful lot more to offer. A fantastic mix of old and new, beautiful buildings and the most bizzare things for sale in their Medina.  We saw cardboard boxes of tortoises for sale everywhere, some of the best knock-off designer brands i've seen and an oddly dressed man in a sombrero selling water out of a sheepskin. The markets has heaped piles of all the spices you can think of; amazing colours and smells filling the air (and covering some less pleasent ones) - really beautiful and freshly squeezed orange juice stalls on most corners. We had a guide thrust upon us and were fully jipped by his final 'fee', but he was exceptionally informative and showed us all around the back quarters of Rabat. Their mosque all of the best views and decorative buildings and, my favourite part, told us why so many buildings are painted blue... mosquitoes don't like it. Random fact of the day!

I think Jarvis' highlights for Rabat were a bit different to mine:-

1. He found and bought a 'local music' CD - thankfully it has so far only been played once on the boat. The chanting gets a bit much after a while
2. There was protesting going on in the centre of the city. Big signs, lots of shouting and clapping.. Jarvis went and merged into one of the 'mob' for a bit.
3. We saw a local kid try to beat up a fisherman with a steel pipe, pretty scary but unmissable - from a safe distance that is.

 Now our company has left us *sniff* we are looking to go see Marakesh tomorrow and stay there overnight. Pete kindly left us his Lonely Planet book so we are all infomationed-up. Looks light we can rent a mattress on a roof for £2 and sleep out under the stars, too tempting an offer to miss I think!

Tia and Jarvis, Over and Out!

Quack Attack

Now it's not quite waking up to dolphins swimming along side in the baking sun; but we did see a pair of little ducks circling the stern of Croc Bones when we first popped our heads out into the morning sunshine today (oh yes, we have sunshine).

Now we figured we are going to be going to lots of marinas all over the world, seeing lots of boats of all shapes and sizes and thought it would be a good regular spot on the blog to show you what is sticking out for us in the weird and wonderful! Therefore, I would also like to introduce you to the first winner of:-

"Boat of the Marina"  

For Southampton Ocean Village Marina it is, (drum roll please).... 'Orion'

...this little beauty could be seen from a mile off with its burning colour scheme. Definately makes up for any rainy winter day and for the smiles it brought amoungst all the other dreary white boats its definately our winner for Soton Marina.

Good start to the day all round :)

Tia and Jarvis, over and out

Too Cool For School

Mum got us 'Croc Bones' T-shirts.... We are offically crew. Now that's headline news.

Are we too cool for school in these??? Is EVERYONE going to be oh so Jealous???
I think so :) Go Mum!!!