Well, we arrived on Thursday afternoon just in case our
compressor had arrived and Edison would be fitting it on Friday.
As we sailed through the anchorage we saw the supply ship
from Guayaquil which was bringing not only our
compressor, but also the liquid that Edison
needed to clean our refrigeration unit out with. It was pretty obvious from the
toing and froing of the lanchas that the supply ship was going to take a lot of
Later, as we went ashore and saw all the cargo piled up
on the dock it didn’t take too many brain cells to work out that our cargo would
not be available in time for Edison to start
work on Friday, or for that matter on Saturday either.
So, to cut a long story short, Edison arrived at 09.00 on Monday morning!! He worked
right through until 23.00hrs and still we did not have refrigeration. Tuesday he
was back and by early evening the fridge was cooling.
I am sitting here on Wednesday evening, having just
finished stowing all the food. So far the fridge seems to be working well (at
least the drinks are cold for a change). Edison
is coming back later this evening to check and hopefully we will get the all
clear. It has certainly been a complicated process, but we were lucky to have
So, mid morning tomorrow we are setting sail across the
Pacific Ocean, 3000 miles to be exact, our destination, Hiva Oa in the
Marquesas, French Polynesia.
We are all ready for the crossing and perhaps the delay
was necessary to put us all in the right frame of mind. You know when you get
worked up about something and finally you just bite the bullet and get on with
it? Well it’s like that. Apart from Roger, the rest of us were apprehensive
about the crossing, for different reasons, but now we all just want to get on
with it. So, apart from short, text only position updates which will show our
progress on the google earth map, this will be the last major blog update
for the next 3 to 4 weeks (possibly longer if we can’t find internet access
in Hiva Oa) so stay tuned as I hope to have lots of news when I next
Kinky the skink is alive and well (but only just). We was
sitting reading in the cockpit the other night and put my book down to get a
drink. When I picked up the book, I felt something cold and clammy on my finger
and threw it and the book. Yes, it was Kinky!! Anyway, she (I have decided Kinky
is a she and I’ll tell you why later) was ok, perhaps a little stunned, but she
hung around long enough to get a photo.
So how do I know Kinky is a she? Yes, today I saw baby
Kinky. If you bear in mind that the stitching in the photo is normal sized and
they are screw holes, it will give
you some idea of how tiny it is.