Livingston
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 22 Dec 2012 22:43
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Livingston Again
Then
A very gray looking
public dock
Bear had always thought I had missed
out at not going ashore in Livingston. His logging in and out always saw me
staying on Beez. Well here was my big chance. Today high tide would be half past
three so plenty of time to move Beez back to anchor off the town, wait for it to
stop raining, bail out Baby Beez and go for lunch ashore. Plan
then.
My big Livingston
debut, to walk up the one road
Turn left at the
sheep, Bear really knows how to show a girl a good time
Left at the
laundry and into Raul’s office (top left) to check the
weather
“Just as well you didn’t leave”
chirped the happy faced Raul as he warmly shook my hand. “I just had a skipper
off a catamaran, bashed through forty six knots of wind and washing machine seas
to get in here, anywhere would have done as it happens by the look on his face”.
He told us the weather was due to be awful all day and to stay put for another
night, then it was due to settle down again. He kindly let me use his laptop to
send off a few emails and put a message on Facebook that we were indeed going to
stay put another night.
Retail
therapy didn’t cut it with this girl, but the promise of Chinese lunch
did
Skipper of course giggled at the snail cocktail
Bear looked
at the Conck and the Meets but settled on the shrimp
with rice and beans – Oaa ooooo
Pecalins tucking down for the night
We made our way back to Beez a little
down-hearted, perhaps we should have stayed on Lake Izabal for Christmas with
Beatrice and Hunda after all. Oh well, when we saw all the Mr and Mrs Pecalins
hunkering down we knew it best to stay put. These hardy birds are a really good
indicator. Engine on, up anchor we sought the same spot as last night. Well I
can be very patient but the first non hold was because of a canvas bag. The
second a log. The third, now it’s really raining – a branch. The fourth we are
in zero water It’s holding perfectly said a
happy skipper as he trotted back to the cockpit.
No, I retorted, not with the tide
going down, we’ll be leaning over at a jaunty angle. We had managed to find the
hump made at a water course exit.
The fifth was hooking a plastic
sheet, now my nerves are getting frayed and my glasses are so wet I need
windscreen wipers. The sixth was for no good reason but the pier was coming at
me at an alarming rate in the current. This has never happened to us before.
All good practice says the gleeful
one.
Have you ever seen a disgruntled
first mate before
Bear has
Now see first mate reach for the log
book pen as if it were a tomahawk.
Return to the pointy end Bear.
Swiftly now. Swiftly.
Nerves too jangled now, off I
steamed. Round the seaward side of the old pier, to the parking place of some
fishing girls and my refusal to go any further. 1.8 metres I shout. Well bless
my soul. The anchor took first go............ Time for a strip down and dry
clothes. Perhaps a stiff vodka and Baileys mix might put me right.
Make that
three large ones then.
If you know
what’s good for you I strongly suggest you go for the backgammon set before I
insert the vodka bottle............... Ooooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
indeed.
ALL IN
ALL TIME FOR BED
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