The Escape

More from the August cruise... We left the Island prison about noon, after I visited the Gillis family. I spotted them on my way back from Gan, scoping out our slip. They were on the other side of the island at anchor, and they looked like they were having a great time. We're now docked, and fully charged, and relaxing in the sun. Of course, they give us the slip next to the immense trawler. We had a about a foot between us. Seems wherever we get a slip, it's next to a giant powerboat. At least nobody was home.

We ate dinner at a supposed Irish Pub. Not even close. I got a black and tan in about 30 seconds, so that tells you there is no Irish in this pub. The food was pretty bad too. We went into town, to King street, and found The old English Pub. Okay, this should be interesting. Well, the Brits win this battle, as it was great! Nice place, small, crowded, and they had the Bills game on. We stayed until the half, and then went back to the boat to crash for the night. Bills looked pretty bad. Just an observation...I think every Canadian city has a King st., just like every American city has a Martin Luther King blvd.

Life can be good.