Monday, 29 December 2008

Love hate relationship

The joys of living in such a stunning place are very occasionally overshadowed by the way this country works (or doesn't). Yet again, yes - again, the boat yard have told us that they do not have room for us (a lie), they do not have the manpower to get our boat out (possible, hey, why not give one of yer mates a call and get the manpower, eh?) and we have to phone them back on 9 January (my 38th birthday, as it happens) to "discuss" it. We were hoping to come out tomorrow or Wednesday.

Honestly, it really does beggar belief how crap some things are here. There seems to be this weird macho approach which involves being as obstructive as possible so that when whatever you need actually does happen, you are so immensely grateful that you don't mind paying the ridiculous fee that is charged. It seems that it is "cool" to refuse to offer the service that you supposedly offer. Weird.

I hate to sound all Tory about this, but it does seem that as there is no competition here and there never has been, no one seems to bother trying and it is okay to be completely rubbish at your job. There is no service culture here; something we both love for the most part but when you really do need to get something done, it goes beyond downright fkg annoying.

So we are still on the quay in Kotor and in reality, I'm sure we won't be lifted by the yard for at least another month. Frankly, ridiculous.

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Boze! It's christmas! Not that you'd know it.

Happy christmas to all our family and friends, old and new. Thank you for supporting us and the good ship Monty B.

We are marooned again, but this time on land. The road between us and town has been closed, indefinitely, as yesterday a loaded truck crashed into the sea taking half the road with it. So our plans for Christmas Eve drinking in Kotor Old Town have turned into veggie sausage rolls, a bottle of wine and Alabama 3 tinnily playing through the XBox.
Feeling slightly homesick and still wish we'd made it back to Blighty this christmas. But that's the way it goes, I guess.

Tuesday, 2 December 2008

Easy to please

I've taken to baking cakes. Not for myself, I add, but in an attempt to plump up my friend Birgitte who is lucky enough to need huge amounts of calories to aid her breast-feeding of twins.

Spurred on by my first effort - an almost impossible to fuck-up carrot cake - this time I have made up the recipe for a coffee sponge. Made up as I cannot find one on the internet which matches the ingredients that I have in the kitchen so I have improvised.

So, who is easy to please? Our Tim, of course. My culinary improvisation included spooning out a hefty amount of sugar and sunflower oil from the mixing bowl as things began to drown in it, and putting it in a bowl on the side to be washed down the sink later. "Wow, that's delicious!" announces Tim, as he sticks his paw in it and sucks off the rancid sugary, oily ming. The end result may not meet the taste test of a leggy, Danish blonde but I have a feeling it won't go to waste.

Along similar lines, well, it's related to eating at least. I think we've been in the Balkans too long as yesterday I made the bold statement, "The cabbage is really GREAT at the moment - we must do more with it". Hmmmm. Vegetarian diet in a strictly carnivorous, locally-produced food only (mountainous) country getting a little tedious, dear?