The workday went very well, I made a lot of progress in testing the software that we had re-hosted; so I was in a good mood in the early afternoon hours on this overcast Friday. I met a group who had just arrived from St. Martin who, it turns out, I knew from a forum on the internet, although we’d planned on having a drink or two at the B-Line for happy hour that never turned out – all of us were on island time.
I went ashore with $10 in my pocket and a very large and rather malodorous bag of garbage at around 16:30, since Foxy’s Taboo charges $3 per bag and that beat carrying around the toxic remains any longer. I went inside to pay after depositing my refuse and was coerced into having a happy-hour drink. Considering my meager financial reserves, I was soon out of money. Since I was having an interesting conversation with a group of American sailors, I opted to race back to my boat, thaw my dinner, turn on the anchor light and return to the bar to pay my bill and continue chatting. Unfortunately I forgot all of their names, due what is, in German, “Im Nebel des Krieges” but I’ll just call it in the “Fog of Foxy’s”.
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