(South Fakarava, Tuamotus, French Polynesia)
Every day on Oceanna isn’t filled with water sports and fish stories. Some days are like those grey, rainy days at the lake when you’re relegated to jigsaw puzzles in the cabin. Except on Oceanna the constraining factor is not precipitation, it’s reinforced southeast trade winds. Nasty fast winds that howl through the anchorage, tossing up all sorts of fetch, making life outside the fiberglass less than enjoyable. And because we’ve already completed the one and only puzzle we have on board, we tend to pass the boat bound time with ever-increasing ridiculous things.
At first I put my productive time towards making yogurt and Jamaican Beans and Rice (this is me trying to make our limited food items into something more enticing). While Gregory whittled away the hours epoxying the dinghy dings and attempting to make drinking glasses out of empty wine bottles. Now even these mesmerizing projects can only last so long and before you know it we’ve entered a heated debate as to how many packages of Peanut M&M’s we have left. I think there is medical explanation for this asinine and futile behaviour and I believe it’s called Cabin Fever.
Gregory no doubt insisted that I had eaten far more than him and our number would be quite low. Which in itself is ridiculous because he eats just as much chocolate as I do. I, the chocolate addict who isn’t afraid to admit it, knew exactly how many I had managed to restrain myself from consuming. Long story short, we hauled them out of their not-so-hidden hiding spot and took it to a count.
There’s no surprise as to who won, and to celebrate my victory? I had a sweet and salty, crunchy and chewy, delectable bag of Peanut M&M’s. I even shared with the loser. Who I’m sure will deny ever having any.