Onward to St. Lucia

After the EC had been delivered ashore, WW began a series of runs in to the marina for fuel and water. Django had got a bump on her stern during one of our dockside experiences and the Captain was not keen on taking her in unnecessarily. He therefore loaded Boffo with jerry cans and proceeded to deliver a quarter of a ton of fuel and water to Django's tanks. He did this alone since we'd finally worked out that my pulled muscle was, in fact, a cracked or broken rib. I was not (nor had I been) much use in the heavy lifting department.

On his last run, he delivered a massive bag of laundry to the Lagoon Marina. It would be ready after lunch. Then he collected his third mate and we caught a bus in to Kingstown. This was a provisioning run. We laid in what we would need for the next few days. Essentials such as flour, sugar, limes and, of course, rum. We also completed our formal clearing out. Once done, we had 24 hours to get ourselves out of St. Vincent.

Laden with our purchases, we decided to return to Boffo in a taxi, overshooting to pick up our laundry first. We found a taxi stand with half a dozen drivers standing about hoping for fares. One offered to take us for $50 EC. WW looked appalled and marched into the cluster of drivers asking the price. Another driver said 50. The first driver said 40. WW said it was still too much. A third driver scored: 30, he said. He led us down the rank of cabs to where his small white tired Nissan was awaiting. We loaded ourselves in the back. The interior had been stripped from both doors and the rear window on my side was replaced with plastic bag. I opened my window. WW went to open his and followed a bit of wire to where it finally ended in a switch. The switch worked, the window opened. WW and the driver spent much of the drive discussing the wonderfulness of used cars.

The laundry was ready except for the whites which weren't quite dry. So they went out on the lifelines when we got back to Django. Provisions were stored. RPs and dinner were prepared.

We had two new crew members arriving on Saturday in St. Lucia. We consulted our charts and reference books and decided that, wind permitting, Soufriere would be the place to go to await their arrival. It would be a longish run--about 45 miles. It was early to bed in preparation for an early start in the morning.