Snaps from the Flip

The unforseen advantage of the Flipcam is that you can capture a HD-quality snapshot from any of the zillions of frames you shoot every time you attempt to make a video. The videos themselves stink, and Plot can't even play them on his computer because of whatever bad mojo exists in the world, but he can go through them slowly, frame to frame, and capture nice shots.

Of course, the best one, on top, came from The Great PD's I-phone. Belly would not go anywhere without holding BZWZ's hand and Plotnik got to joyfully push the stroller.

Here is Co-Captain Deborah Finch, CSS QFTDAC.* It took Plotnik sticking the camera in her face repeatedly to get this shot.



(CSS QFTDAC: Cackling Sheet Stealer Queen of French Toast and Developer of Alliance Cocktail)

Captain Charles Crow CIC HMTDIHTETTY ** smiled a lot too, especially when his tasks were done and an Alliance Cocktail in his hand (rum, lemon-lime with bitters, papaya juice?)

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(CIC HMTDIHTETTY: Commander in Chief, How Many Times Do I Have To Explain This to You?)

Here are two shots if Pim, who is Romeo's cousin. Romeo and Pim motored up at the Tobago Cays, one of the most beautiful spots on Earth, and succeded in selling Plotnik this freshly caught 8-pound tuna. While Romeo fileted the tuna, Plot talkled with Pim about reggae music, that he and his band play in clubs on nearby Union Island.






This is Romeo.



Here is The Great Plotnik AKA Stubbleface OSIGYMTNE* (a sailor's reference), a good man to sit next to during Alliance Cocktails because he could never drink more than a third of one. Here he displays his expertise in Step One of tying a bowline, pronounced 'bowlin.' This step is called "Hold the Rope."



(OSIGYMTNE: "Oh Shit I Guess You Meant 'Trim' not 'Ease.'")

Here is one of the rasta fruit and vegetable sellers on Bequia. These were wonderful guys, ready to taqke a sharp knife and cut up a cherimoya or mango or passion fruit for the strangers to taste and hopefully buy. But time...slowed...down...mon...in the Rasta Market. It was worth it just to walk through a couple of times. Oooh! Look at those seeds! Oh God! I've never seen anything so beaut...what?



Monetary exchanges at the rasta Fruit Market took awhile too. Prices seemed to be based on how much they knew you would spend. But before a price for pineapples could be agreed upon, Jimi and Ducknik had to pose, right after he told her he was the incarnation of Jimi Hendrix, though he played drums, not guitar, and suggested she could use some fresh basil.



On the boat trip into the Caroni Bird Sanctuary in Trinidad, everyone jumped at the same time whenever a flock of scarlett ibises flew overhead. The front of the boat was filled with birdwatchers whose binoculars all flew up at the same time, like a well synchronized ballet. The two in the black t-shirts were German bikers who were sitting next to Plotnik. She looked so Irish, with her freckles and pug nose but her English had a German accent. She and her boyfriend had the identical wall-art tattoos up and down both arms. The birds flew over, they pointed in unison.



And lastly, this is JJ-aka-PP, who we wish could have come with us on this trip. She is exhibiting the rare Russian Eagle to Plotnik, something about all the soldiers sit down except the czar in the middle. It all had something to do with him taking a Flipcam video of her immaculate home. Hah! You KNEW I'd use this, PP, din'tya?