"Funny, I thought I could hear a siren," Imutter, mostly to myself.I get a surprise as we walk off the ferry. A pleasant one. Standing thereare Esse, ...Peter, Paddy and Tony. Standing behind them is Noah with somegirl I don't recognise."What!" I exclaim, I turn to Poppy and punch her playfully on the arm."You cow," I say, but I'm laughing."Is this ok?" Poppy is nervous."Of course!" I grab her hand, kiss her cheek and start dragging hertowards the group. Within minutes I'm covered in hugs and. Another pause. Then a larger group. And then she came into sight. A leather jacket, perhaps anticipating a cool climate, or perhaps just her style. Her hair. Her face. Just like the picture. And then she saw me. Our eyes met. Not the proverbial romantic moment, but a mutual smile of recognition. Of being pleasantly surprised that sometimes pictures don’t lie. The conversation was lovely. Just like our e-mails, but with her voice speaking them out loud. Her accent, to me sounding so exotic, and. "Drink lots," he said. "We have plenty of water with us, we have lots of sodas, and I know several of you brought some beer. Mostly that stuff rides in the bottom of the raft, but each day we'll hang some over the side in drag bags to keep it cool. There is no reason to go thirsty, and it's dangerous if you do."By the time Al had finished his orientation -- he said there would be more when they got into camp -- lunch was all laid out and ready to go. The boatmen let the customers have the first. " " What are you talking about eve " I said with a puzzled expression. She smiled as I used her nickname and told me how eating alot of celery would take the salty taste down and eating alot of pineapple would make it sweet. I agreed and told her I planned on going swimming in the pool. She suggested we go skinny dipping and since she had a privacy fence that's what we did. We frolicked in the pool for about an hour . We got out to dry and tan a little, before she could tell me to oil her up I.