13 February 2021
Remember my "sinking feeling"? (https://youtu.be/Ib0FKtrq_lk )
Well, where part of that story started was back in Kuah. The scuttlebut was that there's mostly hee-haw wind in the Maldives and that we should expect to be racking up the engine hours and consequently sucking up diesel. Heaven forbid! So, we'd been out wandering Kuah looking for reasonably priced jerrycans so that when we got out here to the remote Maldivian islands, if we needed a top up, we could give a passing islander a bunch of empty Jerries to fetch us diesel.
It didn't take long to find a store, one of the dozens of mini B&Q cum Home Depots. "How much are your jerrycans?" says I to the storekeeper. "Hundred fifty Ringgit" says he. "You're 'avin a laugh" says I" and we walked on, only of course to find much the same answer elsewhere around town. It seemed like proprietary Jerries were at "western" prices. About to bite the bullet and fork out, we spotted the pastry chef in the nearby street restaurant "throwing" a roti. "Yum" we thought (having spent too long in the company of certain New Zealanders) and headed over for a roti and dahl and a wee cup o' tea. As we waited I looked around the restaurant and, outside, up the back, where the galley slaves worked doing the washing up, was a pile of, would you Adam and Eve it, Jerrycans.
On closer inspection they turned out to be empty 10 litre washing up liquid bottles, but hey, they would do the job perfectly. And only ONE Ringgit each! As long as you bought a roti and a cup of tea. So, you might have spotted it on the video, over three trips, we carried back about 30 or 40 of these bottles to the boat. I was expecting to use a lot of diesel.
A few nights later of course, Jiminy Cricket was onboard and kicked off the whole watertight transom thing and, again as you may have spotted, my new Jerrycans found their way into my new watertight transom spaces to provide additional flotation in event of a catastrophe.
Yesterday, despite having hardly used any diesel getting here I thought I'd just top up while it was available. "Where's the new Jerrycans?"
"I've no idea" says Anne. Then it dawns on me. They're languishing in the quiet and dark of the thoroughly sealed off watertight transoms while I sit outside wondering how I'm going to get diesel from the shore without unbolting my masterpiece.