Foibles and Fantasies
26 October 2009 | Crew's Inn, Chaguaramas
October 26
Breakfast is my favorite meal. Although possibly considered an affectation by cruising friends, any failure to ingest ovoid chicken ejecta (real word) due to circumstance, if one or more are available nearby, causes peckishness to ensue. Ensuement (not a real word) does not eventuate (huh?) without reasonable expectation (i.e. if I doesn't thinks to get it, I doesn't gets grumpy).
Blew most of day searching for propane to refill tanks and tap-dancing to induce reluctant manager to service old ones (liability). T & T enacted a law effective this May requiring hydrostatic testing of cylinders past five years from last and plant had, as yet, no such capability. Four of eight were out of range. Mine is dated 1985. Crap! After 30 or 40 minutes of tap-dancing we wore him down using every argument short of promising to die in any resultant explosion. Cost of gas was less than a quarter of transport to get there.
One interesting difference between Eastern Caribbean and Trinidad is more US boats (several from USVI) than Canadian here. Brits and Aussies also make up a much larger contingent. Cruiser net control this morning had the most beautiful Scottish accent. In event of conversion to Buddhism immediately prior to grisly and untimely demise (see some explanation of this reference from 6 Feb 2009 & 22 June 2009 and, with a more detailed exegesis for those with previous emails, 21 May 2008 & 29 April 2008), hope for next life with soft Highland burr. (Query. Is there a timely demise?)
Jack