Canoe Lake

I lept off the bus recognising a hundred faces at once. Had it been a year already? I had to do this more often.

"Hi Sean, long time, eh?"
"Hi you smelly old limey!"
"Hehehe, funny as ever. So... what am I doing?"
"You don't know?"
"Erm, no."
"Sailing! You know where to go, Chris over here is in your cabin."


Good and bad really. Doing sailing means I get the motorboat and lots of time doing nothing. But I also don't get to do a trip, which is what I love. Oh well.

Bad. I forgot doing sailing means I have to serve tables for every meal all month long.

Good. That motorboat is more fun than I thought you could have with your clothes on!