Morning
In the morning I had several back-to-back conference calls which were difficult for me to participate in. Having started the day with no coffee and no breakfast, I found that glasses of water weren’t helping me much at all. I had two cold Carib beers remaining in the fridge, but those aren’t really to be considered as a breakfast food. Once the meetings were completed it was time to pack my gear and hike back into town. From there I’d take the bus to Tyrell bay and to the boatyard. After only a couple of yards I was picked up by Jeannette and Dougal and they drove me into town.
Tyrell Bay
Jeannette had called someone who had a rental car available, and I’d arranged to contact him once I arrived. I also headed to the sail loft to arrange the pickup and repair of my genoa with Andy. Andy said he’d be by shortly and it turned out that the rental car guy was busy most of the day, so we postponed the car pickup until tomorrow.
I lost about one liter of sweat and spent lots of energy getting my genoa out of the forward sail locker. I’d not had time to correctly flake the sail when I’d dropped it, I had just stuffed it in. That meant getting it out was a major task for one person and I realised that I’d not acclimated to the weather fully. But finally I had the sail out and dropped it to the ground. Andy has an old BMW boxer motorcycle with sidecar that he said we’d use to transport the sail the 500m to the shop, but once the sail was down on the ground below Zanshin he had closed up the shop and was nowhere to be found. I waited a bit, but decided that he’d called it a day and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.
Afternoon
I managed to contact the taxi driver, Junior, and arranged for him to pick me up at Alexis Supermarket, the big grocery store in Tyrell bay. I wanted to get some beer and eggs plus some groceries but soon saw that all of the produce was gone and that they had neither eggs nor beer. But Junior drove me to another store where I got some onions and a case of Caribe beer (the small bottles).
He dropped me off at the top of the steep driveway. After one look he’d shaken his head and said that there was no way he’d make it back up if he down there. I carried my supplies down and managed to spill half the case. The bottles rolled merrily down the driveway and several sprayed warm beer but fortunately none of them broke.