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Friday
We started (off) the day with pancakes and(/with) peanut butter, which we're
actually quite used to(/we do most days) and after that started painting. Alex
was working on installing the SSB radio and David was busy doing everything
else(/all sorts of other things). At 10:00 a.m. we had finished the job, we're a
terrific working team and had(/were having) fun while at it.
I noticed that David's anode looked brand new and asked when it had been
replaced. Three years ago. Don't you think it has lasted well? But it's weird
that the anode on the propeller always is totally gone every time the boat comes
up?(?). That's getting your money's worth. If only there weren't going to be
other(/further) expenses. I checked the(/his) ground connection. It was the
usual 220 volt wire(/lead) that had been used to connect the heat exchanger to
the anode. Undoubtedly there has been corrosion (going on) in(side) the engine
or the heat exchanger, but it can't be seen from (the) outside and the anode on
the propeller was all gone and the blades have corroded(/there had been
corrosion to the blades). Of course(/Clearly) it "takes"(/corrodes) everything.
Later in the evening(/that night) I talked to Steve (up) at the bar and he wants
to make David a proper frame connection(?) if he comes (out) with the old one,
which he did the next day(/day after).
We went to the swimming pool where we were (lying) until sometime(/late?) in the
afternoon, when we washed downed(/cleaned) the deck(s) shortly before getting
Beacon in the water (again, edit). Afterwards(/After that) Nat and I went to
Steve and Julie's where Nat gave Julie a haircut(/cut Julie's hair). While
sitting (over) there I spotted Willy's boat Falado. It was Willy and Anni, who
gave me the engine. I immediately went over there. I thought that they would've
been on(/at) the Galapagos Islands by now. It turned out that he'd experienced a
leaky motor oil pipe on the(/his) Mercedes. And according to the
manometer(/pressure gauge) the oil pressure didn't drop!!! During transit I had
(previously, edit) suggested to him that he might need(/ought to get) an
acoustic alarm installed, since I didn't believe that he had (gotten) a 10 bar
oil pressure. He didn't do(/hadn't done) that. That's going to cost him a
rebuild. But luckily (for him) he's got lots of money and it was a German who
ran the Mercedes repair shop, so he'll probably be back in the water again in no
time. Klaus had gone home and it seemed evident(/obvious) that they, and
especially Willy, weren't much for continuing sailing alone after this trip.
You can just sell Trojka and come (along) with us to Australia. We'll get
married there and (then) we have had enough of sailing. Then you could continue
from there with Nat on board free of charge. I thanked him many times (for the
offer, edit) and told him that I really don't know what's going to happen, but
that I would keep in touch with him no matter what I do.
Afterwards I went back to Nat and a little later Nat and I went back to Beacon
and from there to the bar. Friday night was "live music night" and we felt like
dancing. Damn it that girl makes me go insane(/crazy). We danced all night
(long) and as usual ended the night by putting the table and the chairs(/stools)
in (its) place. The bouncer seems to like us.
We were back on board Beacon. We turn each other so much on, it's wild(/to the
extreme). We fell asleep in the morning.
All day(/of) Saturday went by doing some shopping. We went to the fruit and
vegetable market. I headed "home" late in the afternoon.
Oh, bother(/hang it), "solitude sucks". After a couple of hours I went to the
bar hoping to see(/run into) Nat or getting shit faced. I didn't want to take a
water taxi to get to Beacon, I didn't want to come off (too) pushy. I didn't
meet Nat. She wanted to(/planned on) go to sleep(/turn in) early and probably
did. I sat in the bar drinking a couple of stiff vodkas. A young guy came up to
me to borrow my lighter a couple of times and we talked a little the second
time. Indeed it's a small world. It showed that the(/this) guy had Danish roots.
His name is Hector Faarup. His grandfather immigrated to Panama and met his
Lebanese wife here. Hector bought us a drink.
"I have never met(/run into) a Dane before. The only thing I know about Faarup
in Denmark are those "girafs" standing on the the fields (Fårup Sommerland
amusement parks, edit(?)). I don't think(/believe) that a lot of people are
named Faarup and I gave him my e-mail address so I can help(/assist) him with
the investigation when he wants to go to Denmark. And he wants to do that at
some point he told me.
I left the bar at around 10 o'clock. I didn't feel like drinking anymore and
wanted to get into he sailor mood(/frame of mind). I'm sailing to the Galapagos
Islands tomorrow.
My
female crew on the Panama transit |
