Wednesday 16 April 2014

GRIB (Ghastly Reminder of Idiotic Buffoonery) was wrong. Disgruntlement remains at bay because, except for six hours overnight of no wind, had beautiful sailing to destination; 40 to 60 degrees off the apparent wind with 10 to 14 averaging 6 knots. Good thing it's not always like this or every Thomas, Richard and Harold would be out here playing loud hip-hop and dragging down on us.

Repeated calls to Capitan de Puerto on approach at 1345 were futile, but our agent's agent came round before the anchor was set to say inspection was a mere 45 minutes hence. This was a cruel hoax, but his heart was probably in the right place and, having dealt with multitudinous, disparate, entry officials over the years, we've learned to be pretty mellow about delays. Primary concern is burden of finding, before adverse symptoms eventuate (huh?), nearest happy hour ashore to catch up on scurvy/malaria medication. It's a health issue.

Only passage of time will determine if blockade of reverse transom steps has been effective in thwarting kind attentions of the noble sea lion.. the noisy, fat, stinky, cantankerous, noble sea lion. They're darn cute in those National Geographic films, but you just don't want one loitering on your home, falling in love with a fender or using the dink as an air bed. Think fish poo.

Jack