Eliza Goodfellow is developing her own inimitable travel-chic.
Today she is wearing red polkadot ’Jackie O’ shades, a sky blue embroidered Indian cotton puff ball shirt, pink flowery leggings, puce green crocs, three necklaces, two crafted from indigenous seeds, the third sporting a genuine sharks tooth (useful for warding off little brothers). Plus no less than six multi-coloured friendship bracelets, three on each wrist. If it weren’t for my unwelcome advances with the pink plastic ‘dog brush’ she would definitely also have dreadlocks by now. If she had a shaggy Afghan coat she’d be fit for the Front Cover of Vogue. Might be a tad on the sweaty side though..
Eliza is a kid of extremes – one, ‘the kid who cries wolf’ makes such ear splitting shrieks when a sardine waltzes past her mask while snorkelling - you would imagine that a great white had just made off with one of her limbs.
On the other hand Eliza ‘the Dude’ turns heads and cause much nudging and grinning with her quite extraordinary fortitude.
In the wake of a storm in a boat travelling at a Gazillion miles an hour with grown adults chundering left and right our Eliza will be determinedly sat at the prow reading her Enid Blyton novel. If things get really bad, and I mean realllllly bad, she will put on a mask and snorkel to facilitate the reading process (?) and let the bow waves just wash over her.
Yesterday no crying despite a gaping head wound (Monty’s surf board tip) on the beach. The Cuban doctors who fantastically stitched her forehead with meticulous care, were impressed by the dudiness. I imagine they’ve seen quite a lot of dudiness whilst medical training in Cuba.
The next day extreme zip wiring… not a problem…………having a raging attack of the squits today also, not a problem. No wingeing just the occasional comment on likelihood that an ablution event is about to happen and how much tummy is currently hurting. As mentioned previously she’s even managed to throw up repeatedly into Hugh’s lap top case on a plane full of passengers and not spoil anyone’s fun.
As I write this she just presented me with a tooth that’s just fallen out – not a problem.
Best quote to date, having almost been killed by a bolt of lightening in a thunderstorm the middle of the ocean……. “Golly Goujons it’s a bit wet”
Roll on Eliza the teenager – Glastonbury here she comes!
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