Wednesday
Wind Charger
Bob and Elizabeth Frearson
Thu 11 Dec 2014 21:37
Arising bright and early, Bob went to find Ulrich to solve the mysteries
aboard Windy and after a good catch up was told that Lawrence (the mousatchioed
Super Mario look alike) would be “down later” to fit the vang. Meanwhile,
I worked myself into a lather trying to get on to the internet which is the most
frustrating thing in the world. IGY Marinas provide no less than 5
“beacons” none of which do anything much than shine brightly in the connections
available list. When you try to connect, they are slower than snails and
then promptly fall over in a heap before you can say google. Technology
not working hits my psychopath button and I become unbearable. So we went
to the bank, the ATM wasn’t working, not unusual, requiring the filling in forms
in quadruplicate and a good half hour thumb twiddling in order to get some
cash. While Bob accomplished this demanding task, I chatted to our
neighbouring German family who came over with the ARC crewed by a very small
blonde boy and an even smaller blonde girl, both very cute. They told me
that they were going to avoid St Vincent because “it was too dangerous”.
It is so sad that the islands that most need visitors to survive are getting bad
mouthed behind their backs. My response was that the two children would love
Wallilabou, particularly the pirate themed restaurant. We then popped into
the shop and filled a marina cart with beer and water with at least three cheery
locals asking us where the party was as we trundled our way back to Windy. We
decided to pop up to Elenas for lunch with the cunning plan of using her WiFi
which is known to actually connect and at the same time over faced ourselves
with a pizza for lunch. Far too much sweaty, greasy cheese when the sun is
shining and we are already perspiring. We drifted “home” and wondered if
Lawrence would ever come. He didn’t. We were so fed up that we
couldn’t be bothered to go across the lagoon for the big supermarket shop, which
would in any case require a visit to the petrol station on the opposite side of
the bay. We somewhat sulkily occupied ourselves in other ways and got
momentarily overexcited when a DSL t-shirted boy turned up and ran off with the
vang.
In despair at the loss of a whole frustrating day to absolutely nothing at
all of any benefit or anything to do with holidays or sailing we decided to do
what we always do when depressed, we hit the gin and tonic. I knocked up a
quick salad and we retired early.
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