It's a punch made out of pineapple juice and lots of rum. It has a punch of its own, too, and many of the other passengers became very relaxed on these return journeys. Chris and I stuck to fresh water. On Sunday we went with Brendal to Nippers Bar on Guana Cay, about two hours away by boat. It's obviously somewhere that all the locals use as a meeting point.
Nippers is an island of insanity in an ocean of tranquillity.
There was lots of animated discussion among the men and some young girls let their hair down and slackened the strings to their bras. Some of our fellow-tourists wondered why they had paid good money to leave the serenity of their private beaches to accompany Brendal. That day, Chris went snorkelling and had two encounters. The other was with a fellow-cyclist who recognised him and grabbed him as he climbed out of the water. There was only so much soft coral you could look at, even if its growth was luxuriant.