25 November 2011

So I lied. We ate barbecued chicken thighs Wednesday. The Scotch filets were Tuesday and lamb shoulder chops Monday as well as last night except with mushroom pasta instead of rice and broccoli. It's not pretty, but someone has to live this way and being humanitarians all, we wouldn't want to force the exertion upon anyone less fortitudinous (real word?).

Stiff sail in 20 to 25 knots to Kerikeri Cruising Club where there were no moorings, no anchoring locations, no slips and they don't monitor a radio. Deucedly unfriendly. Harumph! Motored to opposite side of peninsula where there was, in addition, no internet and, after assiduous effort with best lures, no fish, ergo the lamb (actually these were leg chops).

This unnamed bay, henceforth Corpse Cove, is not shown as a viable anchorage, perhaps because of the dead guy. Well, initially we saw him walking around as we anchored then he was splayed out on his back, unmoving. Every suggestion to our two resident angels of mercy to minister to the poor soul was met with derision and callous nurse humor. Florence Nightingale's example has obviously been frittered away. Thank goodness the gentleman recovered sufficiently to stumble away, hopefully to find more compassionate help.

Jack