Brother Wayne!...
yea your friends stuff sounds spooky, am sending him good vibes. That's just the
thing on your land lord crapola, to project onto the innocent one's own guilt of
irresponsibility so as to transfer completely away from oneself. Fucking immature
ego self-serving bullshite.
Well my weather window is shut tight with a storm advisory, so looks like the
next few days trapped in Gove, a boxite strip mining town of about 2000 ppl. Kind
of like a miniature Odessa where the most common pick up line is "Hey babe, NICE
TOOTH!"
This part of Oz looks like west Texas too, is crock infest murky watered barren
flatland and for all purposes uneventful. The 20 or so cruisers in the anchorage
were all talking about the free tour of the boxite mine on friday, the only
reason for the existence of this port town. It was their highlight of the week if
that gives you any idea of the entertainment level around here, and that was 4
days ago. It's a very safe anchorage though, protected from all quarters, a nice
yacht club, good facilities, long beaches toward eternity for morning runs, with
crocks lurking in the bush to encourage the occasional sprint.....so the locals
say.
Had my first sushi fest this year, invited 8 ppl from 3 diff boats and told none
that others were coming. They were shoulder to shoulder chatting introductions in
the cockpit, talking upcoming Indonesia, and scratching their heads wondering how
they were all going to get fed by the undernourished cowboy. I spent the
afternoon in the galley and had everything done by the time they arrived, so
after an hour of wine and socializing, stomaches beginning to growl with
potential disappointment, I started pulling out trays from the fridge and
literally covered the dining table with a spread of 8 types of sushi, two of
sashimi and a bucket full of civiche in coconut milk (polynesian style), and
about 5 types of asian sauces for color, tang and creative taste bud abuse, of
course there were all the regular sides as well. After an hour of chopstick
fencing, a big fattened grin respite with wine, a stir fry second course was laid
to grill. They ate for 2 hours continuous and tumbled home to their bunks
scratching their heads in belly fattened wonderment. There are leftovers, always
a good sign when people leave holding their sromaches and there's still fresh
pink sashimi on the table. Not to discourage my free feeds, I told them this was
the only dish I know, and the fish was finished. If I'm going to be stuck here
for some days, I'm making inroads to dishless free dinners for the foreseeable
future. Among the cruisers I was becoming known as the guy that got bitten by the
shark and frankly it sucks, so my purpose was to get back to my root reputation
as the fisherstudd who throws sushi parties......and who occasionally looses fist
fights with sharks.
give kimmy a big kiss for me, tell josh to keep up the schmoozing, and brother
thanks tons for sorting out amanda's plane tic to bali, I wouldn't know what to
do without you. love ya, ben.
PS:sent to all, hope you don't mind the personal part getting spread around.
