Back in the Womb

10-91
Bags are packed, about 200 lbs of stuff and I am on my way. Will decide how to deal with this stuff when I get there. Arrive Guatemala City, and no spool of wire, but customs no problem I just showed them the letter I had made before I left, Yachte en Transito. Spend the night in the Fenix, and pick up the wire the next day.
Get all my stuff on the bus somehow. I roll the spoll with my feet, have the duffel over my shoulder and pull the box on my little cart. Get let off at the crossroads, it is hot and a long haul across the road. Meet a gal (can’t remember her name now) going my way we share a water taxi to Mario’s. She maybe possible crew.
Palantir is stll afloat and in good shape, wonderful. Barry is even gotten tolerable, must not be drinking as much. Move Palantir to new dock, deserted and plenty of room to work on the rigging.
Back in the land of The Womb, but this time really stranded. No problem can ride mario’s express to Frontera anytime. The morning net is still Loony Toons for sure, you have to be here to appreciate these people. Russel seems to have Bozo pretty much under control, later I take Palantir over to his new land and help him on his radio, every kind of fruit tree you can imagine, and mangos out the ying yang.
Work on the rigging goes smoothly, have a chain plate made and bent to fit, decide to splurge and eat out at the resturant mostly, that’s where I got those ameboas!!