I don’t have the most illustrious history with inflatable boats. The second-hand yacht tender I bought to partner my old Rio-bound Miura always metamorphosed into a floppy pug-like creature by the time I got back from a shore-side victualling spree. Then there was the sailing-cum-motorised inflatable from which I needed to get rescued when a strong wind came up on the Hermanus lagoon — thing tacked like a tall ship with a broken rudder!..

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