Dawn and I had a quiet time on Friday. After clearing in through Customs and Immigration in Prickly Bay - the kindest, nicest C&I people and processes we've been subjected to in our travels - we had our "anchor beer". Yes, a little early in the day for us, but we deserved it. The crossing was over 16 hours of square waves, and after a while, you just get brutally tired of hanging on. My neck may be a week before it feels better - yeah, this is Laurie, the one with the big head (filled with inertia?)
Trying to sleep in a boat in the afternoon down here is also a difficult chore, but I did it. I was a snoring ball of sweat. Dawn tried, but couldn't do it. We did both catch up overnight, and Saturday found us feeling fine.
We've made contact with three boats from the past: Mike Campbell from Loreley, who was so helpful in Trinidad in 2005, when Dawn broke her ribs, called us when he heard us on the radio, still an hour out. We'll enjoy spending time with him, but he is in another bay right now. Susea and Jean from Moody Blues came over after we had napped, and Susea talked Dawn into being a volunteer reading tutor on Saturday, for the local youngsters. They took off at 9:00, and they met up with Linda from July Indian, a friend we had made in Bequia last year.
Dawn had a fulfilling time during the tutoring session, apparently impressing the formal teacher in the way she affected a struggling grade 5 boy named Westley. In the meantime, I had finally found my Leatherman, and had spent the morning and early afternoon on numerous chores. We had a mid-day lunch, a lovely swim, and enjoyed happy-hour drinks with Linda and her husband Gary, and Susea and Jean at a bar called "De Big Fish".
Today, it is 9:30; and we're planning to join Susea and Jean on a hike over to Mount Hartman Bay and back before trying to recommission the watermaker, with it's new reverse osmosis filter. Except for the watermaker, all systems appear to be working fabulously.
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