06 July 2013 | Simpson Bay Lagoon, St. Martin
Thursday 4 July 2013
After a lifetime spent enjoying the officious attentions of customs and immigration in countries all over the world St. Martin is a revelation: fill out boat and personal info on the computer, print it out, pay $7 US for a stamp and you're done. Except for the bizarro AWERTY keyboard it would take maybe 5 minutes.
After that grueling exercise (someone forgot to temporarily park dink on that side, so entire crew walked the 100 meters around inner Port La Royale to Capitainerie), stopped for brekky of eggs, bacon, croissant and bagette at closest beanery. Pan au Chocolat has been temporarily delayed, but anticipation will give our lives purpose until tomorrow.
Bought lots of crap at Island Water World chandlery.
Due putting out numerous fires (figure of speech) such as rebuilding outboard fuel pump with newly acquired outboard fuel pump kit (ya can't just buy the one stinkin' little gasket), disconnecting every possible battery source (and not being able to depower DC panel - doesn't seem safe, does it?) to finally reset Link 2000 inverter control panel which had gone catatonic and some other chores that seemed more important at the time (what was I thinking?), had breakfast of cereal with yogurt and again missed out on pan au chocolat. To paraphrase the immortal words of someone's favorite president, "this outrage will not stand". To quote no one's favorite author, "the anticipation will give our lives purpose until tomorrow".
Bought lots of crap at Budget Marine chandlery.
- Tomorrow's tomorrow (that would make it, let's see, Saturday)
After sleeping in due extravagant ingestion of rum punches at Lagoonies last evening, dragged sorry butt out for brekkie in Marigot (French side) avec pan au chocolat before heading to fresh market. Although life's primary goal has now been achieved, resultant happiness has infused corporeal being and spiritual essence so expect to carry on much as before.
Contemplation of effort necessary to utilize crap obtained from Budget and Wally World began to impinge upon ebullient disposition, so found more felicitous topics for thought.