Beez Beak Fix
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Fri 17 Jan 2020 23:57
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Beez Beak Fix
  Wednesday and Thursday saw us buckle
down to jobs. Unpacking from our road trip to see Larry and Marlo, I pottered
and did laundry. Bear changed the girls oil and filter. A doctors appointment
for onward drugs with a man about to retire and sail off in his catamaran. We
ventured as far as Nauti Nauti to play Mexican Train
Dominoes.
Friday the 17th. At eight this
morning a very dapper gentleman called Franz arrived
to tidy Beez poorly beak. He laid his stuff out like
a surgeon despite being a very windy morning. Bear could not get over his
polished, shiny shoes.
 Franz began with
sandpaper.
  All sanded
and prepared.
 Secret mix.
  The next
step watched by Allen.
  More secret
ingredients and then the master set to
work.
   Next step.
Allen and Bear both agreed that by now they would have been elbow deep in
sticky, white ‘stuff; and had it all over their clothes. At one point a gust
took Beez beak up against the pontoon pad. Franz patiently leaned over to his
enormous pot of acetone, cleaned the pad and carried on. Bear was not happy in
the weather conditions but Franz soldiered on.
  The cover
Franz used over one of the dock storage boxes was removed and cleaned thoroughly with acetone.
  Next step.
 Before the final
sanding. Pretty good eh.
 Meanwhile, a visit from an enormous sun fish.
  Our chap
(about four feet in length and a Wiki picture showing
just how weird these creatures are, now classed as Vulnerable on the IUCN Red
List (International Union for the Conservation of Nature). Little is known about
this strange creature in the wild other than the fry are itzy-bitsy at birth.
They have been seen to live to the age of ten in captivity, eat jellyfish and
anything they can fit in their bin-like mouths such as fish, squid, salps etc.
Adults weigh between 245 and 1000 kilograms. They live in tropical and temperate
waters, are one of the world’s heaviest bone fish and are mostly seen alone. To
us they look like a composite of bit and bobs. Very strange.
  Late in the afternoon we braved the
gusts to buy five hundred pounds sterling (needed for St Helena and of course
the UK). This cost us five hundred and thirty eight pounds with a bit of a
performance. We had the Rands but no ATM receipts, so off we went for another
chunk and the rest on our Barclaycard – all because of the baddies who money
launder. Growling. We bought Bernie a pair of Crocs with reflective tape in the
sale, replete with B jibbitz and then we treated ourselves to a date night
at the Italian. Quite cold by the time we got in but the priority was to get the
Boss up on YouTube so Bernie could Dance in the Dark.
Yay.
 Rod and Mary sent this fantastic
picture, sums it up beautifully. We though Port
Elizabeth was supposed to be the Windy City. We have had gusts to forty-five
knots. Outside the breakwater saw fifty-five and Hout Bay has thirty-five to
forty-five with gusts to sixty-seven. For someone who doesn’t like and has never
liked big winds it has been a time to stay indoors and try to catch up on a
ridiculously long list of blog backlog. Saturday saw us all indoors save for
poking our noses out to zig-zag to the shower block. Friday afternoon the
cockpit temperature was forty point five degrees, Sunday morning it reads twenty
and the wind is bitterly cold. Let’s hope it settles as we are supposed to be
going to see the Cape Town Philharmonic orchestra play as we picnic at
Kirstenbosch Gardens........We watch this space.....
ALL IN ALL A BIG STEP FORWARD
DESPITE THE WIND
BEEZ LOOKS SO MUCH
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