I have not been mentioning the small gremlins in the boat probably because I have been too consummed by feeling sorry for myself to give them the time of day, and probably because we have been making short moves between islands so they did not really matter. But the alternator belt has been needing adjustments every morning, the fridge stopped working but all it needed was a new fuse, and the chart plotter refused to give us a fix for a while: apparently the nima cable.
But this morning as we were getting ready to leave before seven, with a perfect day to be out in the ocean, the alternator belt wheezed again and there was no more tightening Juan could do. So he took it apart, inverted something or other to ensure the arm was level, swore several times in several languages, lost screws and o rings, sweated his soul out and fixed it.
So now we are in the Exuma sound headed to George Town to Sophia's great relief since she is taking the plane tomorrow.
She has been telling us repeatedly "this is too stressful! Why do you do it?" Answers accepted, I am afraid today even I had to wonder
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