One minute the sea is an undulating
unbroken surface, the next a huge
grey head surges between us.
A rough blunt bullet with an eye as
cold as a Arctic sunbather, and a
mouth the size of an armchair.
But not the kind of armchair you'd
really want to sit in.
'It's a Grumman G-111 Albatross seaplane,' Rafael explains. 'Designed
in 1947 in the US. Twin engined, 1475 horsepower, maximum speed 380
kilometres an hour, wing span 29.4 metres an ...'
'I said educate her, not flirt with her,' growls the voice I have learned to hate.
'Does it lay eggs?' I ask.
'You have to change,' Rafael says.
'I am happy the way I am.'
'If you want to reach the end of the
street alive, you'll change gear and
drive on the right hand side of the road.'