Mar Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 27 Oct 2012 22:48
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It’ll Be Good For
Us
After much sighing and testing with
washing up liquid, the captain gave up trying to find the tiny leak in Baby Beez
and booked her in with the men who do that sort of
thing, at the marina on the other side of the river. You come too and we’ll bimble back, it’ll
be good for us. OK. Up we jumped, Bear did his usual pumping
up of the early-morning-soggy-dinghy and off we went. We left the marina for our
first walk ‘over’ the bridge and soon had a birds eye view of Mar Marina and Baby Beez waiting patiently to be attended to.
Bear pointing out
Beez under her yellow covers as we began our bridge
crossing.
The
Canadian-built bridge has seen little in the way of repairs over the years. At
first glance the surface looks pretty good - not so
the joints – no wonder we see cars slow down so much.
The water pipes are lashed to the side with bits of
wire.
The surface on
closer inspection has clearly seen better days. We
loved this cattle truck and its ‘jaunty angle’
Every day we hear
the heavy trucks (not serviced for years) struggle to change gear, the noise
they make as they struggle along is heard in all the marinas for miles. We stood
and watched this chap, who didn’t disappoint. The
driver smiled and waved good-naturedly as he crawled past on the climb and then
began the brake pumping over the hump on the downward side.
The view up river, Lake Izabal in the far distance. Locals
and visitors spend the day up here bringing picnics, they take photos and have a
fun time. At the weekend fruit and veg stalls set up and do a roaring trade, ice
cream and sweet salesmen peddle up from town and there is something of a
carnival atmosphere. We always return the waves of the happy people when we pass
under in Baby Beez.
If the town is
busy some of the bigger trucks park and deliver via trolley as not to block the
skinny main road.
Down river. We still haven’t been to Backpackers who serve
a well recommended lunch on their riverside patio, a must
do.
The town of Fronteras, the Coke supplier and an
extension in progress.
We had to pick up
a parcel at Bruno’s and I got a real treat. Clearly
there is a skill to driving one of these ‘steer the two front wheel jobs’.
Peddle backwards quickly to brake, but rolling backwards proves a challenge.
Only ten to nine and the heat of the day is at full tilt although as it’s
winter, the evenings drop to the mid twenties, daytimes average around thirty
plus.
Bear offered me a
launcha back from Bruno’s but in for a penny, on we bimbled down into town. Bear
pointed out a lamppost that has faired badly. We did
the usual dodging motorbikes and scooters, many with a family of four on board,
that wiggle between the trucks, brushing past the
pedestrians. I loved this man standing “between a pair of
legs”. A bit of shopping and off toward the marina.
A bit of wiring en
route. Electricity here is incredible expensive.
Twenty minutes or so and we leave the
road to head once more into the jungle.
Our final bit is along the marina walkway
Home after a couple of fun filled
hours. We should do this regularly, Yes
Dear..........
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ALL IN ALL TIME FOR A LONG,
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