Nothing, we are still here, caught up in Shelter Bay.
All attempts to repair our alternator went frustrated, on the other hand, the bad reputation of Panama as a remedial course has sound basis, since the electrician does not seem to know at all what he is doing.
Oh well, tomorrow we leave, compared with the alternator (ie reserve), and peace for the days lost in vain.
Life in the sea is common to all the sailors in the same routine from Desperate Housewives, who is committed to polish the brass, who rubs the bridge, who does two hours of traferta on the bus to the marina to go to town to shop, who makes holes in the mountains of spending whole days in the laundry room.
About Laundry, in fact, the human interaction generated by the existence of only 4 washers and 3 dryers throughout the entire marina is an interesting starting point for any social scientist. The thin layer of
civilization built through years of rules, etiquette civil society, and severely thinned in a couple of weeks of life in the boat, he finally shatters at the prospect of spending the whole day in the laundry room, 35 degrees C, pending is a free washer or dryer. Women
competitive structure hovering like weasels in a poultry house, gazing machines with hungry eyes and waiting for a moment of distraction of the other, an urgent bodily need, a phone call or some other unexpected stroke of fate to throw himself on the appliance as soon as free .
Meanwhile, the men assembled, dismantled, hammer, loosening, screw, weld, smadonnano and adjustments.
But, at least, they will enjoy it!
joke, eh (but not too much!).
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