On the way, he says that it's high tide so we will go to Ngamutu Beach. Liar.
We get to the fish and chips shop and he says that it's a bit windy so we should go to a table just outside the shop because it's more sheltered. Liar.
We get our order. He says, 'Follow me to the table,' Liar.
I follow, innocently waiting for our Valentine's Day meal, having no idea that he's still lying. We get to Chaddy's Charters (he's the guy that married us out on his boat in 2007). Hubby smiles oh-so-smugly and says, 'There's a place in here.' We walk into the office. 'Chaddy's going to let us eat on his boat,' he says, walking through to the boat launch.
'Oh, yes, Chaddy will be on the boat, too,' he says. 'He will be driving while we eat.'
I guess this proves I'm not the suspicious type because he had everything planned, including jacket and hats in case it got too cold. And me without a clue!
So off we went to the place we got married. And while we ate, there was a fishing line trailing behind the boat so we were officially 'fishing', too!
The sea was a bit rough on the way out, but it was still beautiful.
This guy sleeping in the hole in the side of the island might have been one of the same seals we saw on our wedding day!
He also got us pirate get-ups, just for the fun of it.
Chaddy hand-fed this huge sting ray with the innards of the fish we 'caught' when we got back in port.
Whatever am I going to do with him?! It's definitely not Kansas!