a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this tropic port...
aboard this tiny ship.
the mate was a mighty sailing man (I don't have a photo of him, but his name was Manuel)
the skipper brave and sure (I don't have a photo of him either, but his name was Richard)
Five passengers set sail that day for a three hour tour. (a three hour tour)
(there actually are five of us in our family, and guess how long we stayed on the island?? THREE hours!!)
The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed (well, we did get wet on the way over, but it was a small boat so I suppose that wasn't unusual. The weather was great, though)
If not for the courage of the fearless crew the Minnow would be lost. (everyone now: the Minnow would be lost.)
The ship set down on the shore of this uncharted dessert isle:
With Gilligan, the Skipper too (again - really Manuel and Richard)
The Millionaire and his wife (d0n't laugh too hard... we're a long way from millionaires!):
the movie star:
the professor ...
and Mary Ann....
Here, on Gilligan's Isle.
(It actually is called Gilligan's Island! We heard about it from some Puerto Rican local who told us to just go down this highway to the beach and catch the ferry. It turns out it really is uncharted, most locals don't even know about it, there is no highway that goes there, and if you ask enough people you end up on a one lane gravel road at someone's house who will ferry you across in a small wooden rowboat to the island, which is completely isolated and unknown, and has the clearest water I've ever seen in my life. We saw tons of fishes, soaked up the rays, floated on our backs and in general ignored the world for a few short hours. And made a radio out of coconuts. 'Cause that's just the way we hang.)