Thursday (December 20th) morning Al tried to fire
up the engines, but the port side did not budge. Unfortunately windlass motor
is also powered by that engine, so we had no luck of weighing the anchor
without it. Al thought that it was the battery, listening to the noise that the
starter was making. We lowered the dinghy, and headed to the Water Island World
chandlery, five minutes away. Al was a little apprehensive about carrying the
battery back, it weighed almost 60 pounds.
We found our friend store manager Ron at the chandlery, who
helped us find a suitable starter battery. You know, Al knew about that
particular battery should be replaced last winter. When we were in BVI, we even
had gone to a chandlery to buy one, but the guy there changed Al’s mind,
suggested adding water to the old one, instead of replacing it. Well, it worked
until this day, but no amount of water revived it. Anyway, it was time to buy
the new one. I guess its timing to decide to die could be worse, since we were
not late for anything yet, but I was not sure if the problem was just the
battery, but Ron thought so, otherwise he had mechanics at hand, who could
help. He also sent one of his attendants to carry and help install the battery.
So three of us returned to Ruyam II and dealt with the issue. It was such a relief to hear the engine purr. Al brought the
guy back, but took his time returning because he also had to fill the gas tank
for the dinghy on the way.
We were ready and immediately headed to the marina. We got
tied down, and started the clean-up with shore water. Every time we dock at the
marina, we pay for thousand litres of water, after also filling the two tanks.
Oh well, we need to use water!
At 7:00 pm we were dead tired but ready to welcome our
friends. We asked the marina taxi stand for a taxi, and a driver, Richard, who
had been eating at the bar there came out, to take us to the airport. Al asked
if he would wait with us to bring us back, and he readily accepted. He apparently
did not have a licence to operate out of the airport, so he did not miss the
opportunity to double his fare. We had a nice chat with Richard while waiting,
and learned that he had six children, the last of whom was born that morning. I
was surprised to hear that his oldest was attending university, he looked
younger than that. He must have been married early.
We heard the plane landing, but it took some time for our
friends to clear customs, apparently Deniz was so tired that he had a hard time
understanding what the customs officer was asking (their accent and way of
talking need some getting used to, although they speak English). Same story,
they always want to know the name of the boat and the marina. After five tries,
Deniz could answer one of the questions, since he knows our boat, but for the
marina he just said St George’s. I guess the officer lost hope of getting a
straight answer and let them go.
Since we had seen that happen with our former guests, Al was
supposed to write Deniz all the information required. Al claimed he wrote,
Deniz claims he didn’t. Anything is possible; Al’s email could have been missed
among all the others.
Anyway, we reached Ruyam II, but while we were trying to
lift the luggage up, it started to rain, quite heavily. Poor Deniz got soaked, but
we quickly pulled ourselves to safety and had our drinks to warm up.
There were so many things to talk about but not enough
patience; all of us were beat after a long day. We had to wait until the
morning. I had made an order to the Merry Bakers at the marina to get fresh
croissants and bread at 7:30 am for their first breakfast.
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