It's about time

I'm writing this before I've even got an Internet connection. I see David typing away on his real computer with his paid connection the past weeks,I've sent wee missiles via satellite but ,oh- to have my old iPad and it's familiar screen....simple. It's merely a virtual exercise right now.
We are enroute to Tahiti from the smaller island of Moorea.
A brief catch up geographically..We landed in French Polynesia after almost 17 days crossing from Galapagos,landing in Fatu Hiva of the Marquesas .Gorgeous ! Then Rangiroa of the Tuamoto group. We stayed there for 3 weeks..We were anchored in Moorea for 4 nights. There was an annual puddle-jump regatta thingy,"Tahiti Moorea Rendezvous "to be exact . The cruisers choreographed- locals hired,inspired with much dance,delivering to all your childhood expectations ,3 woman sitting keepers of a long bountiful spread of tropical flowers for us to create as many floral lays ( you know,the floral necklace) as our hearts desire- anything to perfume our mildewy homes..I took much footage of the dancers,very Maori,Hawaii,Tahitian . Both Joey and Olivia were in outrigger canoe races ,winning heats,Joey and Magalis team got to the finals and lost in a dramatic smash splash photo finish- not a lot of this in their lives.
Joey leaves from the city , Papeete tomorrow night at 11:45 pm and Squeak,Rob ,Charlie and Brooke arrive at 9:30 pm .A two hour airport party! Joey and Magali have the most precious calf love relationship,so tender and affectionate and darling. Someday David and I may reach that level of innocent non competitive compatibility,but,then again this ain't no island summer youth inspired medium...oy! OY! It is!
Nephew Eli arrived a couple of days ago and slipped right in ,fitting like a fine salty dog.He is such a congenial,entertaining,fun loving character,a perfect Patty/ Michael cocktail. Rhythms pontoons will be low to the water as every bed will soon be concave with bodies. Magali,Joeys insanely adorable girlfriend is aboard for the airport pilgrimage,apparently Air Tahiti may be on strike- Joeys exit airline....Everyday,I try and live by ," being O.K with ' what is'" Very challenging! This life,especially at anchorage is very social,like a Florida complex with better decor.....So the challenge is to be free and liberated,to go with the proverbial f l o w,but still,just yesterday I find myself behaving like an impatient child while David chats to a cruiser about the local chow mien ,Dios Mio! LETS GO!!! Like wise,we are both braced and very very excited to have the Ridout/Armstrong s here for July( Rob leaves on July16th)

So,Joey is going home for math and back Aug 31 st It will be very interesting how this change reverberates in the collective ego here aboard Rhythm

We r now anchored in the Miami of the French Polynesians, Tahiti,very Hawaii,very comfy- flash showy vessels,the biggest 100 ft + cat. Ive ever seen. It's now night with David and I quiet aboard,having done my first gourmand grocery shop since Panama,ooo,la la! The French know salts and cheese and tapenade and chocolate and relish ' aubergene ,rice crackers and here ,we reap the imports from NZ,pomme de crisp de sweet de fresh!
We now have Internet,we now are surrounded by sculpted local athletes ,like the boy men who raced beside our boat,just like Dolphins ,they in slim sleek kayaks and cutting edge competitive outriggers,the tattooed young sponsored indigenous studs were the most auspicious welcome we' ve ever had. I now need to rise at dawn to catch up from weeks of pre-" throw in the towel"physical fitness /do this at home maintenance.
We think the flights are on for Joey tomorrow night so, now,the kids are on land with the intension and energy of a bon voyage.
At 7:45, the sun set a while ago,pre dinner full,Im heading for bed.It will take a couple of hours but,Im enjoying music wafting from somewhere,the declining temperature,the feeling of a caravan community re settled and tomorrows departures and arrivals to catalyze mo'emo.
I think of y'll everyday no matter how hard I try and stay present.I just had to bring you along
love ,love,Peg
P.S. Please,if Ive forgotten anyone,help me out amigos,just scooping lovingly from the golden pond of contacts in head heart and in de iPad.

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French Polynesia

Rangiroa,Tuamotos,French Polynesia. This is the location in which we now dwell,for now.
It really is ," paradise" .Paradise on earth that is,while inhabiting a human body/condition.

I do feel remiss in my personal commitment to recording this adventure in blog. I think I did send an entry while underway,mid Pacific?
Once again,we are in a pocket of mal internet.It is so incredibly irritating; it creates such FOMO ( fear of missing out) not that I feel I am missing something at home but missing my connectedness to the ephemeral ,the love connection. Home love,love to and from home.

Feeling very connected to the presence surrounding us,yes.The very precious connectedness to the sky and sea and all the bountiful and beautiful creatures beneath the surface.Connected to the new and interesting, amusing and comforting sailors in this pretty anchorage.

We had a wonderful time in the infamous Galapagos,having just caught Joeys lovely Magali aboard her parents Trifon before they left . We toured with John from Beyond and The skipper and crew of Top Secret .Lots of laughs ,sea lions and Darwin .We met up with Guppy;Laura and Jillian ,the fantastic director of her documentary,"Maidentrip" .We asked Jillian to join us,did I tell you this ?
We crossed the ocean in 16 days,22 hours,did I say? I can't get Internet to look at blog.
We had a wonderful magical crossing,one we will all treasure as supreme. It was what Id always imagined as David had promised; bridge games,timeless days to nights,shifting shifts every hour,fish flung daily aboard ,catching big tuna and assisting Jillian in the dissection / filleting,bread baking,creative cooking as our rations shrank.Lots of chats with the intrepid Jillian and her creative task as a documentary film director. I wrote daily emails on our satellite ocens email account and thrived on any words from home.Joey was in constant contact with Trifon,Magali our guiding angel.We had text via satellite phone with Guppy and tried to catch Laura as she had left two days ahead of us. I miss both of those girls and the very very grand adventure following Laura around the world.
We arrived in Fatu Hiva, Marquises,French Polynesia. What atmosphere!! It is where Gauguin is buried,now you can picture it.Very lush,dramatic heights,rocks that appear to be grand Indian Kings heads. precipitous waterfalls .The anchorage was insecure ,deep water very gusty was deep and the bay small which created a tumultuous and insecure anchorage.First night in ,we were woken at 3 am, to our anchor alarm,"we are dragging ", it bleeped. David and Joey hoisted anchor and motored Rhythm to bob just out side of the cove to wait for another attempt to grip anchor beneath the suns light. We were exhausted by the time we secured Rhythm. We adored the hikes to the waterfall,hamstring awakening walks up a hairpin road to the too and a 'blow me down' view of the cove where ten sailboats huddled and a festive feast put on by the locals. Trifon was anxious to move on to the promised diving in the Tuamotos We left the morning after they did for a four day sail to Rangiroa. ( with a lot of insane hair pulling annoyance involved in the chain to anchor...)
Rangiroa is the largest atoll of the Tuamotos. World famous destination for deep sea diving. Sharks,turtles,dophins ,barracuda,manta ray,sting ray galore . After awakening to the fact that our skipper seemed to have no extracurricular activities to distract him,I proposed that he and the kids take the diving certification course. They did,and we've also been bug eyed over the multitudinous fish in infinite prism of colors merely snorkeling .Directly at the stern of our boat,whilst cleaning out the porridge pot,a hefty school of red snapper appear ravenous and nip at the brush. While we were snorkeling ,Top Secret brought bread in the water with us and we were wowed by showy scales and gills and fins. Kendras yelp morphed to a belly laugh after snapper chomped her chin!!
We are sooo excited ,on June 26 we will take down Eli Haines in Tahiti .Four days later we fetch Squeak,Charlie and Brooke and send off Joey to HOME for the summer and two grade 12 math courses.
We are so looking forward to these east coast, west coast Canadians!!
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Rhythms Tilting Dance Floor

They play bridge and I dance...what can you do to keep from madness after 15 days at sea?
Days are simple and the dimension of time ethereal,elusory. Eat,read,take your shift,adjust the sails-reef,main up,down,gib in ,gib out...eat,dish duty-it is written...cards,nap,make bread,sit on the bow and drink it all in. No longing,disapline to see and feel the treasure of presence,knowing you soon will look back to the singular rare raw detatched capsual of a jewel in space and time.
We have 300 miles left ,have been on a broad reach mostly,and the swells are bigger with white caps and the winds are averaging 15-20knots.The profusion of flying fish have been courtly company with their humminbird-Dolphin like gift for flight ,they leap ,sublime and glide - actually steer ,soaring up from headsmack of a wave to achieve more airtime.Why?Insect food?A deft ambitious push to evolve out of the wet world or are they just doing reconnaissance? I choose to explain these pretty sidekicks as spirit guides holding Rhythm gently to her destination.
Dancing atop Rhythm has actually given me blisters, a rare sailing injury...!What arush,balancing on the tilting dance floor,the invisible partner tossing me gamboling,perilous footwork as I tilt and cha cha cha aside the mainsails boom. Focus on the beat,space and awareness -dont look too long at that mammoth wave- wind and one two three, sea and sky and feet and boom.
Then its,whats for dinner?Two days left-maaaybee,and one carrot,two insipid tomatoes,two oranges,two pommellos,enough lemons to ward off scurvy and mountains of canned tuna and rice. WE have caught one fat succulent tuna,reeled in by Joey and filleted by Jillian.
Who is Jillian?Oh dear yes,how long its been since I wrote...we have no internet,this is a satellite email account only. Jillian is the wonderful young woman who is directing and managing the documentary on Laura Dekker.Laura is "The "15 year old Dutch solo circumnavigator and we first met her in Bonaire.WE really like her and had a good visit in Panama where we met Jill and rocked to the Latin beat of Shakira,Again we played in Galapagos meeting them on our tour from San Cristobel to Isabella,There Joey and Olivia rented surf boards with the girls and they hung out with our group-Topp SEcret and John from Beyond.Jillian,sporty and game,took us up on our offer to cross with us in a vague hope that she might get some shots of Lauras 41 foot monohaul out in the wild blue.Laura left two days ahead and remains out of range,speedy ,gutsy and an excellent sailor-not without a competitive edge. She is going to Hiva Oa where we too must check in,however,we head directly to Fatu Hiva where Joeys Magali is hovering.Tonight we received a message from her saying the winds are too strong and that her Father is anxious to push o to the Tuamots group of islands.We therefore may alter course and meet Laura in Hiva.

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Last Stretch in the Galapagos

Last Stretch in the Galapagos
Got that feeling again. That revved up,get out the list pad and prepared to prepare.
We've just returned to Rhythm after a tour to The islands Isabella ,Santa Cruz.David and I skipped off after two nights with the members of Beyond and TopSecret,leaving Joey and Olivia with the party people . We had lots of fun,hiking to a volcanic site,riding down on horse back,seeing giant sea tortoises,iguanas,crabs,penguins,sea-lions.
We returned yesterday afternoon to see the remains of a sludgy mess made by sea-lions ..pretty disgusting ,J and O scooped the nastiest ...
We are anticipating the arrival of Jillian Schlesinger staying in Admiral Bay,Santa Cruz .Jillian is directing a documentary on the solo sailor ,Laura Dekker.Laura ,15,is sailing a 27 ft Hurley800 around the world.
We plan to depart for the Marquesas on Monday.
Check list: Laundry ,checking out of the galapagos,propane ,diesel ,water to be filled,fresh market / supermarket.
Jillian is now aboard - with a very precious gift of Panda Black Licorice X4 ! we've had our first meal and she did the dishes! We are so happy to have her and anticipating a very special shared experience in the warm south Pacific
Today we leave. This next passage to the first and largest group of the French Polynesians ,The Marquesas ,is the longest yet,3042 miles directly southwest. Between 3-8 degrees south and 90-95 degrees west.
Gaugin is buried there,Melville wrote about the islands in,Typee,R L Stevenson ,In The South Seas...Crosby Still Nash and Young were inspired there to write Southern Cross and...the 4 th survivor was filmed in the Marquesas.

Once there,we plan on doing a lot of exploring,an eventually meeting out nephew Eli at the end of June somewhere close to Tahiti,1000 miles W

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Galapagos Two

Galapagos Two
Since arriving early Tuesday morning here in Isla San Cristabol,we have been very grateful to get here;
This is why:
1) away from the mental Panama City,Panama and after initial high of Smiths visit and the canal experience, living on the boat in perpetual renovation like chaos, Stress and lists ..... 2) succeeded in sailing here from there under spiritually enchanting seas sky,by day and by night. 3) Clean water, a pleasant anchorage and a quaint friendly town and 4) We made it to see Joeys Magali !!! This dewy relationship was the veritable reason we came ,"when and where".

Last morning in Panama I was beginning to really crack.
I had two more pertinent tasks;
the market to pick and purchase enough freshies to last a potential of 30/40 days
And to the travel clinic to get follow up shots for both Joey ,Olivia and myself,overdue I might add.
The market wasn't so painful,we loaded up so that we literally gorged on fruit ,trying to eat before the worms or heat beat us to it.
We never did get those shots.Now,Monday morning I must rally the two teens to the sketchy looking hospital where an attendant just told me we could see and Doc and get the shots,
At least,that's what I think he told me.
The language thing is funny,I really think that we all,us linguistically challenged,Hills,really believe that either
1) it will just be placed into our brains like a chip the longer we stay in a oSpanish speaking world, or that,
2) after a while,they will just begin to understand us...either way ,the denial is plain,we just arent doing anything about learning more Spanish!!
We get by,the international expressions unite us.

Panama was fun about three times,the first with the Smiths,going out to the old town( I may be repeating here,can't get to Internet to read last blog ...)
For a really wonderful dinner,and back to Casa again with Salamander,a family from England traveling with their two children and a delightful Scottsman,Scot.
Third fun time was getting four tickets to go and see Shakira who preformed at a huge outdoor arena at the end of the causeway near Frank.. and Bruce Mao Large museum in progress...
The kids split and went ahead with Jules and Hilary of Salamander.David and I walked down,enjoying a reprieve from floaty work world,a beautiful night,moon waxing.We split up and I ended up with a gay man who kept telling me I LOVE YOU!
Then I met Guppys Laura and her good friend and Doc film director,Jillian from NYC. That was fun; walking back with them,having lost David,meeting J and O at the docks,pirating an unlocked family tourist bike for four and rattling back down the street to seek our skipper! We did find him and squeaked and whizzed back,youth revived,land and wheels a novel and earthen spree.
We left Saturday around 4 pm and motored just out to fresh sea ,and anchored spent off of the little island Tobagota
Sunday we sailed to Las Perles where we met Salamander and enjoyed two dinners with them in a fine anchorage. Tuesday we parted and began our journey to The Galapagos
Here,the thrill is,swimming!! The SeaLions! Restaurants,the smallness of a town,how precious. I realized that it j
Has been since February when we were in Bonaire that we have been in a place where we can swim off the boat( OK ,yes,of course we did in The San Blas,but we had an agenda)
The sealions are hilarious; 'sea lions',distinguished from' seals' because their ears are on the outside of their heads .They are everywhere,we must barricade our transoms and hoist our dinghies as they are found fat -bagging in these choice places. This morning,I observed the evidence that an interloper came up from the sea .A trail of brown slime confirmed the path, all the way up and onto our white vinyl seats in the cockpit. I imagine a doe eyed head resting on the tablecloth ,as the fishy smelling wet spot confirmed. In the water,they are sleek,graceful,playful..They come and swim with us! Under the boat,between the pontoons where the water is emerald and they can be seen zooming, torpedo -shaped strait under.The first time it happened,I jerked in fright!

What's it Like?
That's the question I asked myself 10(!!!!!) months ago before we left
I assumed the following with my mission statement :

#1 I had to let go, to surrender to ,"what is".

I projected;
I would have a hard time not being able to run / bike
Our skin would get sun damaged
I would miss daily communication with my friends terribly
We couldn't count on Internet connection
I would have a hard time living so close for such long stretches with my teenage children
David would not be," free" to relax,write,help the kids with keen interest in homeschooling.
David would spend a great deal of time fixing or stressing about parts needed to fix stuff on the boat.
I would assume basically the same jobs I had at home;food management,director of schedule: back up.
I could continue my personal intentions of mindful ;healing, open hearted seeking of authentic connections in relationship.
I would continue to practice yoga and meditation
We would meet interesting people
We would awaken with experiential learning ,move refreshed in the world from a very new and awesome perspective.
That my most ambitious longing to be swept up by Gods massive and mammoth potential for unconditional love and be cleared of all human suffering and become enlightened...would not happen...
We would simplify our lives in the arenas of social life,lifelong routine,material things and attempt to find something on our path that could inspire us to help the world in a tiny weeny way

And Actually;

That's what I foresaw . It is pretty close but a whole lot more intense.
The exercise thing is cyclic,I feel the loss of the activities I truly enjoyed and treasure as my own.
However,the yoga,the swimming when we can ,does sustain my sanity and sense of control,
David is committed to help Olivia with her Science ,however challenging.
Joey has become a competent sailor;proficient in all electronics,navigating,all systems aboard. He is savvy-communicating regularily with fellow sailors,skippers and crew alike,tenacious - confident in working through a challenging puzzle that David has handed to him to work through ,responsible, mature, trustworthy reliable.
WOW
And...not so respectful to his Ma, in fact I like him the most when especially Magali or other people are around.It's nature,his pushing me away,however,it hurts sometimes.
Olivia has finally come around to appearing to want to be aboard,to live the gypsy life,meeting kids her age or adults,speaking with wisdom,pragmatic,sensible,supportive.
She has matured and blossomed before our eyes,budding interests,and an opening of awareness that from my perspective is the template for learning and growing.She is brave,a willing participant in shifts at any and every hour. She has been a very delightful gift,her development healthy and positive! That,I didn't hope to expect.
Indeed,we have met some fantastic people,people I now claim as friends.

Epiphanies?
When Philippa was very young,she asked me,Who is God? I answered her malleable wee self and said," God is Love" We know love from very early on,that flippy inside excited feeling,warm as toast . Sometimes it makes you talk like a baby,sometimes it puts you at your best! Ultimately,it connects you to the real you ! I've been trying to open my heart during the challenging times,in preparation for this trip and of course during this adventure.Times when the misery is so cloying,so menacing I react,I want to run to yell ,to smash!! They tell me to b r e a t h, let GO Peggy........I long for love ,never able to " download it " then and there.
When the Dolphins came ,I felt it big!! They came to show me the love. Oh did they ever! It felt like spirit guides had arrived .They joyously ,swimmingly accompany us, a distinct feeling of connection,like they are there to play with us is very present. That's it,that's the feeling,love,and God is Love so,Dolphins are God,we are God!

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Still in Panama,recovering from Shakira...

last night we joined many other Panamanian Shakira fans in an open air concert that was a FUN inoculation to relieve our symptoms of boat mania.
We have been here for too long,another stretch of boat repairs,provisioning,waiting,lists; a very very tense pressure and focus for our skipper,and therefore,all of us aboard Rhythm.
The heat is cloying,I described to Olivia as we walked together on Sunday,it feels like How it must feel when you are a new born baby: with a warm coating of vertex to protect our body from the amniotic fluid. It astounds me to see Panamanians in JEANS!!!! HOW HOW HOW can they!!???
Aboard,trying to work /not to scream it is like being hungover with hives in an incubator along with your Siamese quadruplet appendages. HOWEVER,we have moved from the shipping lane side,Balboa Yacht Club to the Las Brisas anchorage,much nicer,water a little cleaner,many cruising confreres Majority of the sailing vessels are heading to Galapagos as we are. we still have a desire to sail to Ecador first,park Rhythm for about a week ,bus to Peru,hike the Inca trail to Machu Picchu. I'm waiting for the decision to present itself to me.
Recently I have been hot with the bug about the plastic Pollution.We have seen plastic floating where you can see no land,we see plastic in otherwise pristine desert islands and my most loathed,styrofoam take out containers wedged in mangroves on the sea shore. I just feel sick about it. Initially,way back,I'd expressed to David that I would like, and feel it is important ,to be very conscious of the world,a perspective viewed through the filter of mass media back from my little world of Toronto.Here we see the sky,wake to the sound of the ocean against the thin hull of our home and eyes come to focus with tie dye like patterns of light reflected from sun to sea to a wall inside. We are on it,floating upon a tomb of garbage. It
makes me so sad I could cry. I know how it feels to read vigilantes and Debbie Downers,so how in Gods name am I going to use this ardent emotion ? I have some ideas and would welcome yours,another Blog...and Japan! I just read about the flotsam like a land mass with full houses,cars and bodies in a cruisers website cautioning vessels to, "heads up!"


So,today Im off to attempt to outfit the ship with enough stores to last 40 days!! Yikes,my perspective is this: at the cottage,weekly I would do the shlep to Perrysound,I would spend the day,and return with a ton,just loads of groceries...so it is that times 6?!!!

I've done enough complaining,now hear this,I am aware of the JUMBO ,boundless and immeasurable adventure that is as multilayered as our very human selves. Perspective -learning is the magic carpet we ride.It is hard to see even from a boat,with all that sky and all that sea.
The very key ingredients are the world class characters we meet,the stupendous geographic sights that surprise us and the however arduous lessons of love in commitment for us as a family.



Anyway,

Day two Panama Canal

Day two Panama Canal
It's 6:30 am and day two has begun.I'm hiding in bunk as I hear the clink of cutlery as Margaret finishes last nights dishes.I should help her shouldn't I .Lastnight She and Trevor were ."on dishes" but we were all totally spent. She, a kind and compassionate Madre,she let her boy/ line handler crash to his port side bunk right after our late dinner. To stay present for a minuet ,we are just now motoring along in Gaton Lake to reach the second half of the locks,three up and three down. I just loved filming almost the entire experience last night with officious bright lights flashing up the dark night like a film set. I got some everlasting worthy footage.To have the Smiths share this has been a real boost for us,I too wish Jeremy and Philippa could also have been here.I really missed their ever ready expressions of enthusiasm ,knowing what a blast they would have had and what a fun dimension they could have added. In preparation we were delivered tires to add to our own fenders to attach to a French sailing vessel whom we shared the lock space with. On the other side is the Pacific Ocean,Balboa,where we'll stay at a marina.The Smiths depart on April2 nd..we look forward to spending time together in the famous city.I look forward to greeting John and Wendy aboard,Beyond and will be very sad to say so- long to Wendy as she flys back to midwifery and grandkids in NZ
To backtrack,beginning with night before last,we stayed at ShelterBay Marina in a very prime dock location,right by the pool.we arrived from Portobello midday and David had reserved two rooms at Marina for the hearty adults/ parents..grownup members of the cast of crew. The" treat "backfired a bit as the balcony looked right at Rhythm! David couldn't relax as the poor guy had gone through so many details ;the multilayered red tape and at the eleventh hour- last minuet green light .. Or not!? Then,after a flimsy meal that we shared with Smiths,enjoyably on the porch,colonial,sultry steamy humid night,we couldn't sleep!! It's hard to get sleep on a comfy solid bed with clean sheets and air-conditioning...I woke hungry at 3 something am and decided to go out the sliding glass doors to the balcony to get on Davids laptop which we'd fought over in wake time. I received two newsy emails from Jennifer and Mary,I just live for good long or just emails from all my precious friends.I can't beg for them because friendship is a two way and there are so often times I just can't technically connect. maryAAnn reminded me,it's been since Feb.since I've blogged.We ll overdue
We have spent the last month in preparation for this day and the Smiths vIsit.We were very anxious about details and last night filming Skipper David dancing through the locks with music vamped by DJ Stephan and the cousins dancing together was really a culmination of even more than a months anticipation.

Smith visit
The Smith family really,I need an entire blog to devote.Margaret; little sister of David, Aunt to look up to and always there ,you join in or kick ass- love to have a like minded woman aboard!! And,ever generous and giving and fun and game! Stephan,a life enthusiast,engaging,participating,gorging on all aspects of the sensual stimulants of the world surrounding us,often reticent,just watching,listening,always present.I love the way Stephan is so magnanimous with every single person of every size shape nationality class,he loves people and wants to open his heart and arms in a bear hug of love.
SanBlas.....last night he cooked up the second half of an18 lb snapper he bought off a Kuna,via dugout in San Blas Islands
San Blas,another blog; stunning national Geographics,the KUNa,such a rich unit of the tapestry. Selling stitched colorful graphic in fabric squares,a very old tradition in the matriarchal society as the woman waited for the men to return from hunts fishing ,they stitched. The water,colour of magic eyes of the sea......The veggie boat- rescued my fear of not enough produce,arrived in " the swimming pool" of the Holandes islands,they pulled up out of the vapors,in a massive dugout ,three guys,mucho fruit and veggies,an old scale,a pad and pencil and Margaret and I jumped aboard to shop- I love it!! We then spent a night anchored in the Lemmon Cays where we participated in a cruisers happy hour on beach at a bar.There was an adorable,however,skanky Scandinavian backpacker with blond dreads selling jewelry,Furry stuff,an ocelot ,a Brazilian dude gave her the pelt,he'd shot the feline for going after his chikens,so what to do? I had no cash,she promised to catch us before we lifted anchor early the next morning.I was surprised she made it,6:30am looking like she had not ended her night,and I bought a pelted bracelet.
Portobello,another blog
Day Two Another Blog

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