Check That Hog Leg at the Door
15 November 2009 | Kralendijk, Bonaire
Here's an interesting factoid - Bonaire is closer to Boqueron, Puerto Rico than to Chaguaramas, Trinidad. Caribbean, she is wide, but not so tall.
Left party central at 1530 for decent sail, albeit slow, until midnight, then, wanting to arrive Bonaire by noon, began using 80 cent diesel fuel to make noise. An adjunct result was increasing velocity of craft by making things go up and down, which in turn makes something else go round and round, which causes a device to push water away from stern. At this point one of Newton's three laws of motion kicks in and, voila!, Kralendijk gets closer. Have been told racket is actually the secondary effect and is not directly helpful in this endeavor, just probably an afterthought.
After clearing in with customs (very easy, didn't look at any documents, consider flare guns weapons) discovered that little is open on Sunday except bars. Feeling a need to encourage at least that, went to one called Cappuccinos, end of small pier. They may have coffee; do have Heineken. Now two less. Returned to boat (second time, after taking 'weapon' to customs for which no receipt was given) for two hour nap.
Met Night Hawks at 1730 for two Amstels, dinner and an early(ish) night.
PS "B" western fans will get title