Friday turned into a party instead of a repair day. Turns out that Friday was the 34 th celebration of St Lucia’s independence so all the stores were closed. So as they say “best laid plans”.

Well it’s Friday after all and that means jump up St Lucia style. So jump we did after a bite of pizza. Always fun and exciting. Did not diss appoint with street dancing and food from the street vendors. Long story short Shawn and I got separated when we got back to the marina. I waited diligently at the bar for him before meeting so islanders who lived close by and took me to a bar where the locals hang out. Well we walked there it wasn’t too far but by 4am it was all I could do to shoot a game of pool. Seems 24 hrs awake does not promote great pool playing so I busted on out of there for the 2ish mile walk(er stumble) back to the marina.

I got to the pier security gate and the security guard was no where in sight and I had no idea on how to past the locked gate. All day long there was a guard there to open the door for you. Not so much at 4 am. I waited. Looked around. Pondered the predicament. Didn’t really want to jump in the water to by pass the gate either. There was a local boat close by so I pulled it a bit closer and stood on the bow and went right past the security gate to the other side and slept on the Sugar Shack’s trampoline till it got too cold. M

Long day and no boat supplies or work was accomplished.