Monday 2 July 2018

Re-supplied this morning with immunizations and medicine for the passage to Brazil (spelled in Portuguese with an "s", but what do Brazilians know - just because it's their country) and stops in between. Wanted to get flu shot, but couldn't because I'm paying. Jan got hers because it's free. Huh? They're short, so only enough to give away. Australia.

Counting doctor, drugs, and boat crap spent over a unit today. Hoping that two weeks at sea will give visa card an opportunity to cool off. Shouldn't need much in Cocos, so next chance to melt it will be in Rodrigues, middle of September.

Tuesday

How is it that no matter how many projects are completed, new ones keep popping up. Took chaps off to sew leather patch where dinghy rubs against Hydrovane to discover all the stitching was rotten. And there's a pantload of it. AB make a great dink then do a tatty job on the the cover. What up? Jan, however, is on it with her Reliable Barracuda industrial strength sewing machine after finishing a beautiful quilt from leftover scraps. Yay Jannie!

Bike riding this morning we saw piles of firework detritus still remaining on roads and trails. Reports are there were several tons of cleanup. With prohibition extending to slightly more than .9994 of the year, during the five hours of release, territorians, not especially known for good sense (they live here, right?), understandably express their pent-up demand to blow stuff up, including themselves. Headline in the newspaper today was "Why I stuck a bunger in my bunghole". Previous year headlines included "Why I stuck a cracker up my clacker". And yes, these reflect exactly what they seem to. This leads us to one of two assumptions, either Topenders are so incorrigibly stupid that they should not be allowed to breath without government help (a notion that has some evidentiary support, but then don't people who are treated like children tend to act like them?) or should be left free to figure it out.

Jack