RJ 23-12-84 Sunday
Today, instead of going to the beach, we went sailing. Me, Maira, Zezé, Jeison, D. Nina and Gil. The boat (yacht, whatever) is 23 feet and is called Miss Maira, but my uncle hasn’t painted the name on yet. It’s comfortable but it’s still a mess, as it was only yesterday that Gil painted it. The old name still painted on it is ‘Bagre’, but it’s already registered as Miss Maira. The toilet is really cool. Before that me, Zezé, Gil and D. Nina (I slept at Zezé’s to watch Rocky, as the TV at Maira’s has bad reception. Maira and Jeison arrived around 10:30) went to buy some food at the mini market in the Marina. We left at 10:45. I was walking from one end to the other of the boat and finally stopped.
When we arrived at Paqueta I started feeling nauseous. It took ½ an hour for us to stop and I nearly died. The water is a bit dirty (there was a little beach ahead of us). I jumped quickly in the water and got out even faster as it was cold. The ladder is made of fabric and it’s a nightmare to get on the boat.
Jeison went swimming and disappeared. I was feeling really sick and went in the water again. Maira and D Nina came in too. Gil went swimming. Zezé was the only one who didn’t go in the water as she can’t swim. We covered the boat to get some shade. It was windy and the boat kept moving out of place and it nearly crashed on the other boats around us.
My uncle and D Nina got in the boat and told us to wait in the water (Maira and I). They ended up miles away! We nearly died trying to get back to the boat. We climbed in after a lot of effort, especially Maira with her big belly. I ate a tuna mayonnaise sandwich: Then I felt really sick and got sick. I vomited twice, in the sea. After that I felt great though. I went to the back of the boat and lay down on Maira’s lap and took a nap.
Gilberto decided it was time to go (and he’s the boss). We looked for Jeison everywhere and found him on the beach. I whistled and he came, struggling. The closer Jeison got to the boat the further away on the opposite direction my uncle moved. Jeison got tired and stopped. then Gil got angry. On the way back I went to the cabin and laid down. I slept from Paqueta to the marina. About an hour. I didn’t feel nauseous. When we arrived Jeison started vomiting and did it 3 times. Cool, hey? We spent an hour tidying, washing the boat (why?).
Me and Jeison had a water war. On the way back me, Maira and Jeison left together, the other three stayed behind having a beer. Before we went to the car, Jeison vomited again! Here, at lunch time there was a bad atmosphere. We want to go to Praia Brava (me, Maira, Jeison) on New Year’s Eve or take part in the Angra procession. Zezé doesn’t want to. Maira insists that my aunt should want to go and calls her party-pooper. She’s so selfish (Maira). So either we have fun or my aunt on New Year. But she has the right to want at least one thing. Especially as she is always doing what everyone else wants her to do.
Gilberto just read the news: a new bridge was being inaugurated, joining two cities. About eight people walked from each side to meet in the middle of the bridge, when they met they all hugged and the bridge just fell apart! No one died. It must have been cool. Sometime last week a plane fell near Friburgo, Figuereido, a player for Flamengo was onboard and died, as well as everyone else.