|Brigitte Bardot. Sort of.|
The day we pulled into the harbour on the Bay Island of Utila, we couldn’t help but notice the large motor trimaran painted in pseudo-military shades of blue, white, and gray. On the side were the words “Sea Shepherd”, and on the bow, the name Brigitte Bardot.
|We could have gotten a lot farther this year if Sara had let me buy one of these.|
I don’t know that actual history, but I seem to recall something about them having more aggressive tactics than Green Peace, and so they formed their own group. Don’t quote me on that, though.
|The kids told me that the Sea Shepherd crew dragged this rope to get caught in the propellers of Japanase whaling ships. It took them about two days to get free. Lots of time for the whales to get away.|
|Signed photos of B. Bardot on her namesake.|
|Let's go out and mix it up with some whalers!|
|I'll drive. You guys just sit back and hang on.|
|OK, I'm hanging on. Let's go!|
|Sara touring the galley of the B. Bardot.|
|Jet ski on the back of the B. Bardot.|
|Apparently the ship rolls a lot in big seas, and the lee cloths don't do much to keep the crew in their bunks.|
|Another view of the galley. The ship can take up to 14 crew members.|
|Walking the plank off the Brigitte Bardot.|