I have to hurry and catch up. We are approaching
On Thursday, WW and I unmoored Django and motored into the channels that would take us to the Bahia Mar Marina, and excellent (if expensive) place from which to take to the seas. It was exciting to finally have her in motion, even if the squeaky complaints of the starboard steering system were a bit unnerving. We arrived at the fuelling station and a nice offshore wind made our approach and final mooring there less than professional in appearance. Thank heavens that guy appeared on the dock. We filled her up and motored to our berth: H813.
Then, we poured the contents of our lockers and our berth into one large hockey bag and headed for the laundry. Closely associated with laundry was our first hot shower in almost a week. It felt goooooood.
Mike (the broker) was supposed to drop by, so I attempted a first batch of rum punch…to ensure they were drinkable. Never doubt Lorna. They were delicious. So I made a second batch and…Mike couldn’t make it. So we drank them. Then we examined the bottle and realized that, while delicious, these drinks are a recipe for rapid alcohol toxicity.
Frisha and Whit arrived and we all went out to dinner and to walk along the beach. Then it was early-ish to bed, with our captain insisting we would leave at sunrise—7 a.m.
In the event, we actually departed the marina at 7:30 a.m. for our great adventure.
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