Caesar arrived eventually at 6pm to say that there was no part and that it would be here on Monday morning “certainement”.  We will wait and see.  We went out to supper somewhat frustrated but felt considerably better after a banana flambe that burnt for at least ten minutes from the hard hitting kerosene style liqueur used before we could get near it.

We could plan Sunday knowing that nothing was going to happen and that we didn’t have to lurk aboard all day waiting for Godot.  Bob and I pottered around the city, which didn’t take very long because actually you would call it a small town.  It is real mish mash of old Portuguese buildings (mainly falling down) along streets cobbled with vicious ankle turning volcanic rock (not helpful when recovering from a sprain) and surprisingly modern developments built two years ago with EU money.  On every corner there are villagers selling a very limited selection of fruit and veg including badly beaten up bananas.  We struck up one one of our “confusing conversations with a local old man”.  Rodrigo was very keen to tell us about his friend who had travelled in France and wanted us to visit a house that may or may not have belonged to a French singer.  Some of this was in French, some Portuguese and some in Creole.  We should learn to keep our “bonjours” to ourselves.

Haley and Fleur have used the time wisely to get stuck into their coursework although Fleur has been seen studying “The Love of My Life” which doesn’t contain much in the way of Carrying Goods at Sea law in it, we imagine.

This afternoon has seen a bright and shiny Wind Charger emerge from the dust and debris of a week at sea.  All hands have washed, scrubbed and polished and we are really rather pleased with ourselves.  We are impatient to be on our way.