Alongside Mar Del Plata, Argentina.
Monday at last, holidays are over so hopefully we can get things into gear
and get out of here (nothing against Mar Del Plata but there is grass growing on
Some good news today. It looks like I have found a company to ship the blown
out headsail back to the sail broker in the US and with a little bit of luck we
might be able to get a replacement mainsail made by the end of the month. That
will be a relief as we will then be able to have it shipped down to Ushuaia
which is still in Argentina and should therefore be a lot less hassle. And after
there isn’t a lot of civilization until
Valparaiso - a bit of a long haul and a lot to ask of my rapidly
deteriorating mainsail. Pato, the North Sails rep here in Mar Del Plata and the
only sail maker has been extremely helpful.
Still waiting for my batten car parts, arrived from Australia in Buenos Aires
on New Years Eve, I will start chasing those up tomorrow as well.
Weather when last I looked seems OK for a Thursday departure, so I am working
towards that and will keep my fingers crossed.
Oh - and the colour has come good on the little netbook, still has some
issues but at least I can read the screen without feeling like I have just
popped some LSD.
All is well.
Some tuna for dinner tonight - and about time too. I have found that
sitting quietly by my bowl, giving the odd whimper and looking up at the skipper
with big sad eyes yields the best results. The hit rate still is a lot lower
than I would like and I am working on other strategies a little more in keeping
with my natural feline dignity. While looking sad and doleful is not my natural
temperament and it is all I can do not to give a good old honest caterwaul,
which I just have to let out occasionally anyway, things are desperate and one
has to do what ever it takes. Sitting quietly by my food bowl is hard work and
requires an extraordinary exercise in patience, if it was mouse (especially by
the name of Copernicus) I could wait all day, but a can of tuna is hardly in the
same category. I really need to recoup my strength . . .