Here's a special report from our sassy reporter on scene live in Curacao. None other than the team captain's wife, mrs. T. That'll keep you busy while we wait for the captain's blog. It's from a woman's point of view, so put on your pink glasses, sip on a cocktail with a flashy exotic paper umbrella, and read on...

Friday, the 15th of May, 2009

I woke up way too early. As I had difficulty to fall asleep again and wanted to avoid a cranky awakening of my husband by my tossing and turning, I decided to write down my first experience with the boys of the Schietvereniging Suriname, team SVS.

We arrived too early at the airport on Thursday. I could have slept a little or ate a little or ran back to the house to pick up stuff that I’ve forgotten......some of us, actually I mean one of us, forgot his ticket at home and had to drive back, up north to get it while we had to wait for his return.....

We were instructed to be one of the first for the check-in, due to some stupid arguments of Surinam Airways which has caused me to run errands and forget half of what I still wanted to do.....

I was impressed by the load of ammo’s and weapons my boys had to carry....I was also impressed by the additional ammo, one in particular had....We had to wait long for the customs officer to arrive, but luckily Mark and Rabien are that experienced with the check-in procedures of the ammo’s and the weapons and after all was done that had to be done, we were all heading to the immigration officer.....during the regular interview by the MP, I was proud to say that I’m travelling with the shooting club because MY husband is participating in the competition at Curacao. The Captain, on his turn, had the handbags checked and I could see a glimpse of my personal ammo being exposed.....Yessss, a girl had to bring what a girl needs to bring.....

Finally, after 5 hours or so we had to board.....Dominicana???!!! WTF???!!!.....First we were instructed to check in early, to keep our seats.....then before boarding the bus, that would carry us to the airplane, we were told to sit on any available seat, because of people already seated, travelling with their kids and some sort of shit argument.....I’ve counted exactly two kids and a baby, who were already part of our travelling family.....Anyway, me and beloved got to sit beside a not so attractive lady, dressed in green from head to toe.....Hubs made me sit in the middle, because he wanted to avoid her drooling on his shoulder in her sleep.....that’s what a wife is for, huh sport! I wonder if he would have made me sit in the middle if tha all-in-green woman was a bit pretty. See how men are????!!!!!

I forget to mention the Colin Stuart’s that I was wearing.....It was a total torture but I tolerated the pain to extend my length for 5” more or less ...’I was walking on sunshine (literally). It was time to feel good’...Fortunately we girls can extend our length and appear looking good in public......
After travelling for almost 12 hours, I was relieved to have my feet soaked in warm water at this luxurious bathroom, take a bath and sleep off all the tiredness that comes along with travelling and passing the review of my first experience with the boys before I fell to sleep. My Colin Stuart’s are in the corner of the room, right where I can see them....I adore them, but I’m relieved that I will not be wearing them anytime soon.....