Ricky Nadir - His Story

Ricky Nadir was the anti-hero from some Genesis album (Lamb?) - just about suits me tonight. Far too much sun, sailing, water in head, exhaustion - probably running a fever yet to be overcome by aspirin and ibuprofen. Maybe I need paracetamol too. Came back to the room, lay on the bed, passed out for maybe 45 minutes, and now it's time to leave for the evening's entertainment. Cafe Creolo I believe. The shower didn't help other than confusing my body which wasn't sure if it needed warmth (back yes please) or cold (head - wow, nice idea!).

And this is probably typical for a windsurfing holiday - I reach a peak and a trough at various points, and have to deal with both ends of the emotional and physical spectrum. Right now, I'm not very interested in windsurfing, but it's playing in my head in a somewhat delirious way - I can feel the board under my feet, hear the water, brace against the wind. Crazy! So, food, sleep, let's see what happens tomorrow. There's supposed to be stronger wind, which frankly, right now, I don't give a flying toss about. But let's see, it might not happen and I'll likely feel better if it does. Be sensible J - you've sailed every day for seven days!

p.s. spent the night tossing and turning - yuck, kind of a head cold thing. Blah. And it's windy and overcast today.