Yesterday, we forsook the pleasures of Last Vegas to partake in the very different pleasures of a trip on Lake Mead, on a real live paddle steamer, which was sooooooo exciting. Even though I told Darrell that I didn’t think we would encounter much turbulence on the lake he still insisted on taking a couple of his pills as a precaution as he is a martyr to his sea sickness and didn’t want to spoil our day.
However, before we weighed anchor, our guide suggested that we might like to pop into the shop to purchase a bag of freshly popped popcorn as the fish in the lake were rather partial to it …..
…. Well, Nigel had his small change out and disappeared before you could even say “One bag of popcorn por pavor!”
OMG ….. when he returned, popcorn in hand and starting throwing pieces into the water it was like something that we have NEVER seen before…… out of nowhere appeared hundreds and hundreds of mahooooooosive and ravenous fish ……It was a mad piscatorial feeding frenzy, if they had been piranhas we would have been done for!!!
We could have just stayed all day just feeding and watching but a loud toot from the steamers whistle was our signal to board ship and splice the main brace
And although it was blisteringly hot we all decided that we would rather sit at the front of the steamer to embrace the scenery and whole experience than sit inside …… tempting though the cocktail menu was!
Nigel, not surprisingly, came over all whimsical …. and pondered aloud as to what GCSE’s he would need to be the seafaring paddle steamer captain affording safe passage on a lake in Last Vegas ……. AND how many bags of popcorn he would have to buy and feed to the fish before they got bored or full …….