Nothing could be further from the truth. Give me an air-conditioned berth with screened windows and a view, serve gourmet meals on a silver platter (i.e., as on a cruise ship), and I'm content.
Given his inability to deliver such basic necessities of life on his primitive little sailboats, he had to scrounge around the hemisphere to find the next best thing in order to get me to come on this sailing trip.
Every morning, just after dawn, fresh croissants and baguettes are delivered directly to our boat. They are the tastiest--and cheapest--croissants in this hemisphere. Melt in your mouth.
Yesterday, Pope tried to persuade us to re-provision the boat (i.e., stock up on beer and wine) and move to another island.
He wheedled and cajoled, pointing out the benefits of getting a new perspective. Or, at least, seeing more of the country.
Undoubtedly, the other islands are also lush and lovely, with equally dramatic scenery, seafood restaurants, pastel houses, and turquoise bays. But still...!