The stark contrast of the white limestone cliffs and deep blue water was overshadowed by the hilarity of our predicament. I really can't think of the last time I even came close to laughing so hard. Our boat tour was straight out of an amusement park water ride, or maybe in Sujata's case, a wet t-shirt contest. I almost peed my pants when, after half an hour of just getting soaked, the boat hit a huge wake and sent Sujata flying out of her seat. It still makes me laugh out loud to think about it. We returned to shore, soaking wet, salty, and more than a little seasick in my case. While we dried off under the sun, we ate our slightly salty and soggy lunch (we had optimistically brought a picnic on the boat) and Sujata and I entertained ourselves with inappropriate remarks about the inappropriate fat ladies baring it all on the topless beach.
Joey drove the hilly and winding rode back to our cottage. I suppose he should have known better than to rent a stick shift with two outspoken women in the car, and maybe Sujata and I could have complained less considering the driving conditions. But with our stomachs already on strike after the bumpy boat ride, Sujata and I kept Joey informed of this fact at every hairpin turn. It was a fun ride for all and definitely time for a nap.
I could have spent days more exploring all the nooks and crannies of Arles. I became terribly disconcerted when my camera battery flashed red, though much to the delight of my traveling companions. Joey exclaimed, "I get my wife back!" Sujata concurred. Given I took over 2,000 pictures on our vacation, I think they may have had a point. Plus the slight sprinkle had turned into more of a steady rain, so we decided to head back to Aix-en-Provence for sushi. After Sujata and I enjoyed a few too many lychee kir royales, Joey patiently drove us home to sleep it off for our next excursion. Tomorrow was lavender day!