Aweigh We Go
24 March 2010 | Isla Taboga, Panama
It's a sad state of affairs to have this site turn into a cruising blog. Apologies. Will attempt regression to previous smirking idiocy.
For some unfathomable reason, all packages arriving today for three boats included correct parts. Handling numerous times across two or three continents (Gary's came from U.K. through U.S.), into Central America, did not persuade a single one to wander off. Amazingly, they were kinda, sorta on time. Popular opinion supposes that manana means 'tomorrow'. This is a misconception. It means 'not today'.
In keeping with the Panama spirit, Jackster waited three hours to get onto Flamenco Marina fuel dock as a finger twiddling contest raged among service crew. Then, leaving well after Anthem, they blew past me like a greyhound by a lame chihuahua. Would have played with new drifter, but rigging the thing would have taken more time than trip. Bristol Rose, leaving much later, missed the celebratory surfeit of cheap Chinese (beers are 75 cents, 15 more than nearby place without view) at onshore restaurant, but plans to sneak in after dark rather than remain in disagreeable location.
Major exertions tomorrow could conceivably find much of boat seaworthy and clean (er). One more night here, then Las Perlas for a couple, then a thousand miles of southwestwardliness (don't try this in Scrabble).