Hands doing great now, all the bits stuck together and am lounging around the
marina. At this point my shoulder's more sore from the tetanus shot than my hand
from the nip.....almost anyway.
Typhanie, Tony & Neil have moved on, but not after throwing themselves onto the
Ole Soul cleaning and organizing her from bow to stern. Galley and head have
never been so clean, decks are stowed, laundry's done, and Neil stayed an extra
day at his expense to put on my new roller furler, which was shipped to me under
warranty. I'm a one armed cowboy pirate with a shipshape ship, happily berthed in
Break Water Marina. I tell you, those three are top crew, thoughtful, caring,
determined,loyal and a barrel of laughs. miss them already.
We had a 'fare thee well' barbecue last night in the park next to the marina, I
had a unbelievable craving for red meat (go figure) so had Neil pick out some
steaks big as a plate. We roared rehashing the trip, making fun of everything and
everybody. Ended up with TimTams and coffee, the proper way, laughing at Typhan
and her first time ever chocolate-gazm. The look one her face when the melt hit
her lips made us all horny. Tony's coming back to sail the next leg, Neil is
coming back to sail to Bali, Typhan is finishing her round the world trip and
promising to return for Africa in two years or sooner. Besides Davo and I, those
three are the only souls to sport GS crew T's. They earned much more than T's and
'thank you's' though, they earned respect as solid crewmen/women and eternal
friendship. God bless em.
All good here, ready to go sailing again in a few days,
Lefty the sympathy-sucker.
