Gliding across the top of a glassy Indian Ocean, towards a rapidly setting Sun, in a high speed luxury boat is right up there in my favourite memories…The problem is, that this memory is tainted. Soiled heavily by the related memory of handing over vast chunks of cash in order to facilitate this rarely achieved state.
I am conflicted….
Nivola was a limited edition craft of some considerable beauty. Sleek, luxurious, and fast. She appealed to me on a purely aesthetic level. There was an undeniable air of aristocracy about the way she sat on the water.
There was also the prodigious rate at which she could empty our accounts.
This week she was finally taken over, after nearly 14 months of wrangling she is gone, and I am in mourning. Not for the boat, not for the memories, but for the vast sums of hard earned funds she consumed as effortlessly as she cut through the waters of Geographe Bay.
I cannot regret those fleeting moments of joy, to be out on the water, skimming the surface, sharing the crystal waters of the ocean with Flying Fish, Dolphins and the odd Whale.
My transition continues, but there is so much more changing than I ever envisaged. The James Bond lifestyle a distant memory, but the important thing to take from this whole painful exercise of the last year or so, is that like Mr. Bond, “I don’t stop when I’m tired, I stop when I’m done.”
Ciao Nivola.
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