Location: Saint Jean Cap-Ferrat, France
It’s our second day on the boat. Our second day of paid work. I walk past Bob and notice he’s carefully copying Alberto’s signature, over and over again on a blank piece of paper.
“What’ya doing?” I ask as I peer over his shoulder. He shifts uncomfortably. Continue reading “2 May 2013 – 2 days down, 155 to go”
Location: On route – Monaco to Saint Jean Cap-Ferrat, France
Today is our first day of “paid” work. We both jump out of bed at 6am, dress in our new uniforms, bolt down a quick breakfast then I set about cleaning the boat while Bob disappears into the engine room.
It’s now 9am and Alfredo has just stepped onboard. Continue reading “May 1 – Departure day”
I am in love with a word. It is my most favourite word in the whole wide world. That word is, “patisserie.” (Happy sigh.)
I’ve discovered the bakeries here, called patisseries, sell a huge range of the most delectable bite-size, melt-in-your-mouth miniature cakes.
Did I mention “huge” range? Possibly 10 to 15 different types of miniature cakes—chocolate éclairs, miniature vanilla slices, puff creams.
You name it. They have it or if they don’t, the next patisserie down the road has.
I can not stop eating them and find all sorts of excuses during the day to have at least one cup of coffee and cake. Continue reading “APRIL 28 – Knots in our relationship?”
You take your life into your feet here in Monaco. The traffic is chaos. A road that would only contain two lanes back in Melbourne, carries at least four lanes here, with cars almost scraping each other as they muscle for space.
There are a surprisingly generous number of pedestrian zebra crossings.
But local laws dictate that cars don’t have to stop until you actually step out onto the road in front of them. Continue reading “26 April – Risking my life and beautiful tulips”
Alfredo told us an interesting fact about Monaco yesterday.
The country operates under French employment laws. Under these laws, firing someone for non-performance may cost the company anywhere from six months to several years of that person’s salary, depending on their tenure.
Alfredo explained. “In Monaco if you hire someone, and they are no good, you have to pay them six months salary if you sack them before six months, and far more if they have been working longer. Continue reading “24 April 2013 – Nodding and smiling routine puts me into hot water”
We have been invited to have lunch with Rhonda and Alfredo at their house today. I am very excited and put on my best outfit, again.
Continue reading “23 April – Note to self: Don’t clog the head… again!”
Experienced my first disaster yesterday. Discovered that one of several bottles labeled ‘Ammoniaca’ is really gibberish for ‘hydrochloric acid’ and NOT something you should throw around with gay abandon when cleaning mould-spotted walls. Continue reading “22 April – 15 ways to cure a black eye and thrush”
When we are not wandering around Monaco or making good use of Alfredo’s free tickets to various events, we spend our time exploring the boat. Continue reading “21 April – Hoarding the “billionaire” way”
Location: Santo Stefano Marina del Aregai
Antifouling Caroline is a big job because she’s such a big yacht. The plan is to sail her to the boat yard and pull her out of the water for at least a week while she gets prepared for the journey. Continue reading “20 April – Meeting our future neighbours”
Today we are off to see the final tennis match between Djokovic and Nadal, courtesy of Alberto’s tickets. Continue reading “April 19 – Guppy-faced monster of Monaco (Me)”