Once outside the harbour, skipper Greg put the throttle down, the boat reared up on its hull and we were blasting towards Klein Bonaire in proper style. Five minutes later, after a short channel crossing, we were tying up to a mooring literally five metres from the shore of the island, in beautiful azure water with shoals of fish clearly visible mooching around below the surface. The island is pretty much pristine – with no inhabitants – and with its totally flat landscape, the wind has no obstacles and is free to blow right to the shoreline. Both Taty and Kiri were pumped up for a high-wind session and rigged on the front of the boat while I climbed up to the top platform to check out the view. Half an hour later, both sailors were yelling and shrieking as they exchanged manoeuvres all around the boat. With the water turning from deep blue into turquoise right off the mooring, there were plenty of cool opportunities to score some interesting images. Kiri was in his element, effortlessly throwing down every trick in his armoury, while Taty was focussed on the power-contorted moves. Midway through the afternoon, a speedboat cruised past laden with tourists and Taty took full advantage and busted a back loop off the wake. With the passengers on board all cheering for more, both Taty and Kiri took turns for a few runs each, nailing Konos and loops on our newly-found ramps. By the end of the afternoon, both Taty and Kiri were literally burned out of energy after both sailing full power for well over four hours and we headed back in the evening light all smiling after a wicked adventure to Klein and its marine environment. A few icy-cold Polar lagers never go astray in a situation like this and what better way to watch the sun go down than sipping a cold brew on a pimp boat out in the Caribbean?
