One of my favorite memories was roaring around
Bora Bora on the jet ski with my sister-in-law hanging on desperately and watching Gretchen and
George go roaring past on their ski. Gretchen
was driving and did a snap-roll that threw George
about 15 feet into the air - all I saw was this
little brown Greek body spread-eagled against the
Tahitian sun. George landed with a splash, our guide pulled up alongside Gretchen and said "What you do lady?, What you do?"
Her mouth shifted into gear and whilst she was
explaining to everyone that George was at fault
the ski was overturned - George, Saint that he was, never said a thing - just shoved his poor
wife in the backside to try to get her back onto the jet ski.

One of my fondest memories - please by all means, take the jet ski trip - well worth it !!!
Marty