Dasha was holding Doona’s arm as they walked toward the harbor, with the two bodyguards following them discreetly. They could feel the Tin Bath madness all around. Everywhere she looked, people were smiling, kids were eating ice cream, and spectators were drinking beer.
When they found a good spot, they stood there to watch the tin bath race. Some people sat on top of the dike walls, their legs dangling. There were small and big boats docked on the side of the harbor, and the sun was shining brightly, giving good ambience for this event.
“The bath should not be more than five feet long, and it has to be made of tin,” Doona explained.
“Oh!”
“They have to keep dry and not sink. Otherwise, they’re eliminated from the race,” Doona added.
Dasha admired the different bright colors of the ti
