Last nights rain fell as snow on the mountains which
covered them down to the tree line. It all looks very pretty and
on the Mountains
Lars and Peter set off on the bikes for haircuts,
shopping and exploration to find the two other recommended discount
I remain behind to catch up on the Blogging sorting out
and reducing suitable pictures to add to the reports and arrange to meet up with
them later at the “Office”
It’s soon 13:30 but having finished my creative works I
don my waterproof jacket and rucksack containing my computer and
stick with the latest edition and set off on foot. The
causeway is a little soggy from last nights rain and appears to have had a
grader down it but its not
to bad underfoot and its infinitely better that having to
battle the usual dust storm when any traffic passes, of which there is
My arrival coincides with Lars finishing his Internet
business and Lunch time. They announce they have found a new restaurant with
Wi-Fi that we should try so off we go.
It turns out to be a bit of a gem, not to busy and with
an “Executive” three course lunch including a glass of wine for
The food and the portions were excellent and while we
waited for our order to arrive we manage to add the pictures to the Blog and
send it on its.
After lunch the “Bikers” shoot off for their haircuts and
I trundle through town to buy a few souvenirs and more importantly a new
external hard-drive as my old 40 GB one is full.
A little negotiation and I shoot off to the hole in the
wall for cash which gets me a ten percent discount off my new 1 terabyte (Star
trek eat your heart out) drive.
Peter gets trimmed
Happy hour and the “Beagle” dries up. Investigation finds
the gas bottle has run out. Ever resourceful the top is removed from the
canister and we decant into
a large plastic jug (Reminiscent of some of the ancient
Pubs one used to frequent) and all is well as we set about finishing it so we
can put in our Christmas order.
The last dregs of the keg
During the day three new charter boats arrive on the
Jetty. The “Pelagic Austral is” a large 80 footer owned by Skip Novak,
“Australis” 70 foot an expedition motor sailer
as well as “Spirit of Sydney” 65 foot we suspect is an
old “Whitbread” yacht.
After last nights call from Shan and the comments of my
fellow crew members I weaken and decide to go for a trim.
We all set out for the town, I’m pointed in the direction
of the Barber whilst those on the bikes go to the Laundry then to the Brewery to
organise a re-supply.
We will meet up at Carrefour to stock up on food and
spirit essentials later.
The boatyard has just hauled a yacht out as we walk up
the jetty. We stop in amazement at the spectacular growth on its bottom which
that it’s a long time since it was last
I need of a
Proceeding in the general direction I come across a very
nice ladies and gents hair salon with a few old boys being attended to and
decide this is the one.
While I wait observing procedure all looks well and I am
soon summoned to have my hair washed before being seated in the barber’s
All goes reasonably well except for my mop which has now
been re-styled into a sort of crew cut (What there is it) and gives a fair
impression of a Rockhopper penguin.
Then it’s my wonderful “Full Set” carefully nurtured and
eminently suited to the Santa Claus role that comes under attack. “Poco” (A
little) says I,
in my best Spanish where upon I’m set upon with the fever
of a Falklands sheep Shearer and before I can react there is a great swath,
reduced to stubble, running through my wondrous thatch.
The result brings much snapping of cameras and hardly
sympathetic comment when we meet up in the supermarket.
Shopping finished they ride off and leave me to ponder my
seven o’clock shadow of a beard as the wind whistles through the last remnants
of my hair.
The three musketeers
After lunch aboard, Lars goes into a cleaning fever and
disappears into his heads whilst Peter and I swap cabins and armed with clean
linen make up our respective bunks.
A shore while later “Grey Goose” return and bring us news
of their Chilean adventures, horse riding and fishing before they set off for
Now we have now have six French, a Polish, an Australian,
a Brit and few indeterminable and us.
Lars has emptied the spirits store and insists we finish
all the “Nearly” finished exotica to make space for more vital stocks. It could
be an interesting evening.
Just before happy hour the boys from Beagle brewery
arrive with T-shirts and our order as well as samples of their new (As yet
un-released) smoke flavoured beer.
It’s quite pleasant rather like a malt whisky! They join
in sampling some off the more exotic spirits that were trying to clear thus
ensuring an increased lifespan for our poor overworked
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