Ever since we have been at Rab, I've been looking at all the boat rental agencies rather wistfully.
I've never been on a boat by myself.
Strange words indeed, for a person who has lived in Bombay almost his whole life.
Don't get me wrong, I've been on many boats. Medium, small, I've been in rowboats, canoes, kayaks, cruise ships, ferry boats, fishing boats, passenger ships and more.
But I've never taken my own motorboat out to sea. No sir I have not.
And can you think of a better sea to go out to?
Do you have a boat license?
A what?
A boat license.
Uhh. No. I have a driving license.
No, in this part of the city, boat rentals are for big boats and you cannot drive these without license.
Ah. Disappointment.
When Jenny and I decided not to leave Rab and stay back even longer, I didn't expect that we would come across a small stall near the sea with "boat rental" written on it.
Even if we had crossed a small stall with "boat rental" written on it, I wouldn't have stopped. Because I don't have a boat license.
And so when Jenny egged me on,
ASK HIM, ordinarily I wouldn't have tried.
ASK HIM will ya? I know how much you want this.
I walk out shrugging, like a married man harassed and ready to tell his wife that he told her so.
Boats?
Yes, says the guy with a grin. He looks like a really nice and funny guy.
I want a boat.
Yes. says he, still smiling or grinning. I cannot make up my mind.
I don't have a license, will you give me a boat?
Yes says he. Is that a smile or a grin?
I'm halfway turned around expecting a negative. I whip around.
No license, no problem?
No problem! Small boats no license.
Motorboat? I ask suspiciously. I don't want to row my wife across the waves like an idiot.
Yes motorboat. Sun roof, nice you see.
Nice boat. How much.
300 Kuna. (one Kuna is about Rs.7/-)
For how long?
All day, evening about 6, no sun.
OK. Gasoline?
Price include gasoline.
How much gasoline.
How much you like. Tank full. You can drive 7 hours, 8 hours non-stop. No problem. Price include. Cool. I think quickly. Jenny is still in the car. All we have with us are towels and swimsuits.
What about food and drink.
Not include. He laughs.
I know, say I laughing.
Is there a supermarket here where I could get some drinks, some fruit, some bread?
Yes. He points me. I drive off.
See you soon.
As we buy stuff at the supermarket, I can scarcely control my excitement.
How much was it.
300 Kuna for the whole day! That even includes fuel! I am almost shouting with happiness.
Whole day? It's already past 1pm. That means hardly 4 to 5 hours. Why didn't you ask him for a discount? Thasssssshhh.
No I didn't really break anything. But that's what it felt like on the inside.
I'm not asking for anything anymore, say I looking for some cola, knowing fully well I've already said "
I'll take it" to the grinning boatwalla. I don't want to look stupid.
Fine I will ask him. Determined Jenny has awoken
andar-se, I decide to buy some apples quietly and let grinning man deal with my wife. Let's see if he's still grinning later.
How much is the boat? Asks the wife.
300 Kuna. Says he, his grin looks a little smaller. I think he knows what's coming.
But that is for the whole day. It's already afternoon. We won't pay that much.
He is still grinning. Nice guy.
So how much? she asks. His smile is infectious, even she can't help smile a little at his cheeky face.
250. he says, grinning.
200! says Jenny, grinning back at him.
OK! he says. Now I burst into a grin. He looks at my face.
You got good price, smiling and nodding in a friendly manner towards Jenny.
You got good price.
And so it comes to pass that I become the captain of a little boat out in the Adriatic Sea.