Monday, July 18, 2016


All signs point to Zika. Severe joint pain, headache, lethargy. However, I do not have bloodshot eyes and there are no signs of a rash. I did not have a fever though one night I was shaking with the chills. Eighty five degrees in the boat and I had a blankey over me. Not good signs.

So here I sit popping pain meds every six hours trying to stay awake. We missed our window to cross to Trini but there is another coming up this weekend. Hoping to be better by then and this thing doesn't blow up into something else more serious.

A few Saturdays ago I did my first hash which is a run through the jungle on a trail groomed by the locals. The people that usually do this called it the run from hell. Figures that would be my first. I actually did the walking portion not the running. I would not call it walking though as we were climbing up a hill most of the way and then walking once we got out of the jungle. Yes, it's a jungle trail. We needed vines to pull ourselves up and ease ourselves down. During all this fun I may have been bit by a Zika skeeter. I sprayed up with Deep Woods Off but somehow they find a spot I guess. Could have been at various restaurants as well as the skeets hide under the table and typically the tables are out of the wind. Oh well.

After the Hash I was chatting with folks having a beer and I was asked if this was my first Hash. I stupidly answered yes and was asked if I took part in the virgin ceremony. The virgins have one shoe filled with beer and then they drink from it. Gross. This happens before the race. No way I was drinking beer out of my old smelly sandal. So the bastards turned me in for not participating in the ritual. This meant I was punished by getting a faceful of beer.

These last few days I have been pretty much sleeping in various places around the boat. I wake up, do a few things while the pain meds are working and then go back to sleep. This sucks. I'm yawning right now as I type this.

Last night I was thinking how new this virus is to the world and how we really do not know much about it except how it leads to birth defects and some serious illness like Gullian Barre Syndrome or paralysis. All pretty scary but what about the unknown effects like mutations? Think about it. Zika could be turning us all into zombies or more likely a mosquito/human hybrid.

Yeah well just Raid me if that happens OK? Mutating into a giant mosquito hybrid would be most horrible but remember it's the female who stings and sucks your blood, not the male so maybe you just let me fly around and mate a bit. Assuming there would be some female mutants.

It is also possible that I could become a super hero like Mosquito Man. Yes, there was a Mosquito man. Spider man trapped him and killed him. Spidey had an ego. If I was Mosquito Man I would fly around at night protecting all the yachties from getting their dingies stolen. I'd be a hero. Of course some would acuse me of peeping into ports at night but that would just be jealous rumors.

Let's hope that the virus ends and dies with just a few symptoms with no long lasting effects like a beer allergy or something. The horror! I am actually having a cold one right now. I know, you would think I would be all curled up with a tea and some toast. Screw that! I am making a pot of chili today and having a few brews while I get it ready. Screw Zika!


You know, a Bloody Mary would really tast good right now. Buzzzzzzzzz
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Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Paranoia Creates Air Flow.

There is a benefit to having to lock up your companionway every night besides not waking up to someone punching you in the face for your iPhone.

Air flow.

But how can there be air flow if you are locking up that big opening to your salon?

When we were happy carefree sailors we would go to bed with the companionway wide open and a screen across it. Sometimes I would fall asleep in the cockpit. It was peaceful. Because we had the screen over the opening we would zipper up the dodger so that if it rained it did not do so all over the cabin sole.

Now that we have to lock up there is no place for the rain to enter and we can leave the dodger window open. This allows air to flow through the cockpit and down the aft cabin hatch creating a nice breeze that washes over us as we sleep. Nice.

We were so used to zippering that dodger up that we continued to do it even though the companionway was locked up. I had a sweltering night in the aft cabin and got completely freaked out with the heat, no air and the rolling motion all closing in on me. I went into the salon and sat underneath a hatch with air flowing over me. I started thinking that it would be nice to have this kind of air flow in the aft cabin. That's when it hit me. You moron! We can't get any air because the dodger is blocking most of it!

Last night was heaven. The dodger was open and the breeze just poured over us in bed and I did not wake up in a pool of sweat. We could probably add an air scoop but I wonder what a pain in the ass that would be when the squalls roll through every night.

So why do we lock it up? Crime. The Bahamas are safe with the exception of Nassau or Freeport. No reason to lock up. Turks and Caicos it was recommended. DR, PR we locked it. SVI, lock it up. The VI's we did not. Probably stupid but it was so freakin crowded we felt we were OK. Everywhere else down the line we locked it. Basically it will only delay entry but it gives you a fighting chance to defend yourself and call for help. To be honest, if we get back up island and to the Bahamas and even the States we will continue to lock it up. The world does not seem to be getting any nicer.

Peace, Love and Understanding.
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Monday, July 4, 2016

Just hanging out in Grenada

I am working on Part II of the food post. Should be done soon. Just wanted to ramble on a bit and work off some of this tea induced chat. Deb refuses to participate.

Yesterday I was full of energy for some reason and ripped off a few projects and maintenance items. One of those was getting squid ink off the hull. Turns out there are a lot of squid in this bay and the fish love them. They get chased and jump in our boat while leaving an ink trail. We have had at least six squid and various fish lying about some mornings. The squid stick to the deck and the ink is hard to remove. Pain in the ass.

Our boat bottom is getting trashed again. Boy did I pick the wrong paint. We are looking for a diver to clean her up. I can't possibly snorkel 6 feet down and hold my breath long enough to manage to scrape much of anything so don't berate me for not doing it myself. I cleaned up the waterline and down a foot or two. The diver can do the rest. I plan on getting my divers cert next season in Carriacou. I then hope to keep our bottom nice and tidy in the near future.

What else is going on? Not much really. Just hanging out and relaxing until we get our window to jump to Trini. I have re-bed a few opening ports in between rain showers. I have four more to do. These take a while because the bonehead before me used silicone and I have to scrape it all off and then seal it with epoxy. Yes this does work if done correctly and I use Butyl tape. I did these ports years ago with 4200 and it was a fail, but the tape is working fine.

Our radio problems have been solved. No more static buzz. New cable installed. Admitting to being a moron at times, I will say to remember to set your radio to international frequencies when leaving the US. Such a dufus. We did have a bad section of cable where it connects to the mast section with a coupler.

We are cleaning up some of the areas in the boat. Food storage has shrunk now that we are in a place where we can shop every week. I do not need to buy 10 cans of veggies to get through the next month. We are also looking at all the stuff we accumulated and re-evaluating it's need. We have a very lean ship so this should not take too long. I want to get to the point where the V-berth is open for guests or a man cave. A man cave would be awesome and is totally required for sanity reasons. No really. A man cave will solve all kinds of issues that come up. Forget to refill the toilet paper holder and you are now getting the stink eye? Fall into the man cave and play a little guitar, maybe pour a drink or watch a movie, read a book or take a nap. Sure beats the stink eye ;)

So yesterday we hear this hideous noise and we run to the stern only to see the channel marker poking through our swim ladder. Huh?! I thought we were a little too close to that thing! Wish we took a photo of it poking through the ladder but I figured we better focus on freeing the boat first. When we anchored we were about 10 ft away from the thing but we stretched the chain and probably dug the anchor in a bit more in the last blow so now we go over it sometimes if we are really stretched out. I pulled us up some with the snubber.

Always something.

I have finally gone through my craft/good beer stash. I think. I thought I finished it up weeks ago but found some good brews hidden with the emergency medical kits. Makes you wonder where else I have some hidden. You should have seen my face when I found them. Made me forget all about the gash I had in my finger. It was like Christmas!

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Sunday, June 26, 2016

Feeding yourself along the Thorny Path to the Caribbean

Let's talk a little bit about food. No I am not sharing recipes or cooking vids though I would love to. I think a vid of me destroying a galley for a small dish would be awesome to watch. You would end up with a greater appreciation of what Deb does after dinner while I grab a drink and relax in the cockpit. We made a deal a long time ago that if I did the cooking, which I enjoy doing, then she would clean up afterward. Deal! Maybe we will post a video some other time but for now I want to describe how two vegetarians survived the Thorny Path to the Caribbean.

Rice. Lot's of rice.


Stay tuned for part II of Feeding Yourself along the Thorny Path to the Caribbean.

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Thursday, June 23, 2016

Morning stimulation

I find that I write more when I drink coffee or really strong black tea. This whole weak tea drinking business is not helping me exercise my creative mind. I have not had any thoughts in my head that I want to put down in writing since I got off the bean. Tea is better for me but down here I can only find Lipton. Lipton is wuss tea. I find myself triple bagging just to get the buzz back in my body. It's not working. Sorry Lipton. You suck.

I pack tea into a little ball with holes in it and drop it
into the cup with boiling water. Then I get this mess to deal with.

I did score some old fashioned loose leaf tea from the Jolly Olde Island across from France. They most likely got it from India and put the Union Jack on it. Royal Tea. I gave it a try. Call me lazy but putting loose leaves into a ball to float in your hot water is a pain in the ass. Not that making coffee is any easier mind you. I get coffee grounds all over the place just like tea leaves. No electric drip coffee maker for this guy. I used to buy the whole beans and grind them but when Deb woke up to the bean macerator at 5am a few times I thought she would throw it overboard plus the damn thing sucked down the batteries. So I am trying the loose leaf tea in the metal ball with holes and see if this brain starts ticking again. If that doesn't work I am dipping into that can of cuban coffee I have been saving. That should generate some babble.

One thing bothers me every morning and it's the fact that Deb does not ingest any stimulants. Nothing. Just water. Of course she doesn't say a word. Nothing until 10 am. Not sure why 10 am. Weird. She barely talks as it is, so mornings are like a morgue around here unless I brew something nice. Then I do all the talking and she does all the nodding. One way Deb wakes up is to play games on the iPad. She says it stimulates her brain and helps her wake up. What??! I am happy just to find my way to the propane bottle and to know which way to turn the valve before any caffeine hits my system. I am always amazed at someone who could sit there and match colors and shapes or do Sudoku before the crust has left their eyes. Oh wait, there is one more thing. After she is fully awake she finds the crunchiest cereal onboard and eats it dry. Yes, dry. The sound of this sends me to the cockpit or to the earbuds. I think it's payback for all the jabberjawing and tea sipping.

So what do I do in the morning that may annoy Deb? Nothing that I can think of :D Well, ok, maybe a few things I do can be annoying I suppose. Reading the news highlights to her might be something she is not fond of. Sipping my extremely hot tea could be a distraction I suppose. Sometimes tapping my fingers or my leg jumping could be ruining her solitaire score.

I am a morning talker and because Deb just blankly nods to my babble I was forced to type my communication to you all after the go juice pushed it's way to my brain. It's like I would explode if I didn't communicate something to somebody. This is how I posted to the blog 90% of the time. The days we did not have wifi I would be in the cockpit wth a cuppa Joe and a pen and filling up a notebook with crazy shit to put in the blog. So in a way the internet is sucking the creativity out of me as well and the lack of good stimulants.

Interesting note: The same thing happens when I drink beer. I get all chatty and laugh a lot and probably say some stupid stuff. This happens early on until the next stage where the tongue can't seem to cooperate with the lips.

Some of my best designs and troubleshooting at work happened when I had at least 5 cups of coffee. You thought I was going to say at least 5 beers, didn't you. The coffee at work was pure caffeine and like an acid wash on the stomach. It was the sole reason for me switching to strong black tea. The problem with switching to tea was my productivity dropped off as well as my witty banter. Yes, I said witty banter. Mornings were just not the same. My stomach thanked me but my manager wondered if I was getting enough sleep or lighting up a bong every night.

Now I know this blog has been lacking in recent months. Most of it due to constant travel and lack of good wifi but let's try something here. I will switch to stronger tea or coffee a few days a week and we will see if there are more blog posts happening. If I am successful and cranking out posts for a few weeks and then they suddenly stop well look no further then Debra for the cause because she probably strangled me.


Note: The spell checker on Blogger is not working again and my text editor does not have one. Stupid editor. Appologeez.

Oh, this post was generated by four cups of Twinnings Irish Breakfast Tea and not replacing the used bags, just adding more. The last cup was really strong :)
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