Preparations for a cruise

KMH decked out in Kittitian batik.
(Don't have an relevant photo, so this will have to do.)

Back in the water, we headed outside Jolly Harbour to the place we'd first anchored on arriving there. We had paneer tikka masala with spinach for dinner and a post-prandial swim in the phosphorescence. The evening was perfectly beautiful; a complete contrast to the squalls that had threatened on our previous night spent there.

In the morning, WW took the port engine apart again. The overheating problem had not, after all, be solved by his repairs to the impeller (don't ask). Amazingly, he found the problem quite quickly and we were soon under way to English Harbour. WW was beaming. The propellers were behaving beautifully. We were motoring faster and the engines weren't labouring. He really had an idiotic grin for the whole cruise.

We pulled in to English Harbour in the afternoon, laid in a few provisions, drank a tot with the Tot Club, and dined on WW's fabulous barbecued pork tenderloin.

The next day, we took a massive load of laundry in. We tried the walk to Pigeon Beach but got (not very) lost. By the time we'd figured out our wrong turn, we'd been out the better part of an hour, we were running with sweat, and the path to the beach was very downhill...which mean very uphill coming out. Besides, it was beer o'clock. We turned our weary footsteps towards Falmouth and English Harbour.

That evening, we again joined the Tot Club for a tot, then fled, it being American Thanksgiving and the place festooned with bunting and dinner about to be served. We celebrated by going to the other side of the harbour and having pizza at Johnny Coconat's [sic].

On Friday morning, November 27, we pulled out of English Harbour headed south for Europe. I mean, Guadeloupe.