“The name is Sark. Shenandoah of Sark.”
Today we picked up James Bond from the Bora Bora hotel, a most dignified and established hotel here in the South Pacific. He introduced himself with great confidence, a firm handshake and a suave sophisticated smile. Stepping on board the tender without delay, we ferried him out to the yacht at a swift secret agent pace, his stylish quiff blowing in the wind, his shirt undone at the top showing off his trademark Bond chest hair. We were headed to the only large sailing yacht anchored here in the harbour and it was gleaming magnificently in the late evening light.
As you may well imagine it felt a little surreal to escort James Bond, Pierce Brosnan, to a famous, flamboyant and wildly expensive super yacht in the beautiful and exotic setting of Bora Bora. I felt like I was in a real life scene from one of the movies. Perhaps the stereotypical one that comes to mind is where the bad guys henchmen take James to see the bad guy himself. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
As we approached Shenandoah, Pierce hopped of the tender with appropriate ease and ascended the boarding ladder to greet the owner in perfect character, fitting of a true British gentleman. He was a delight to have aboard – polite, appreciative and although he seemed to act the part a little, he was nonetheless down-to-earth.