Perfect plans only work in a perfect world.

I know I don’t live in a perfect world, do you?

We had high hopes for St Barts again. The customs part worked flawlessly, we cleared in and out without issue. Enjoyed the burger at the finest water front establishment to the tune of a c-note.

The thing we really needed was fuel, diesel to be exact, we hadn’t fueled up on 2 years of vacations and we had a long way to go. Do YOU trust your gauges in your car? They always count down to zero miles to go, and then go negative. How far negative will you risk it? Well, yeah we have probably 200 liters or so, thats 40hrs of motoring, or 200 miles at 5 miles per hour and we are on a 400+ mile journey to Grenada. Yes we could sail, and go nice and slow, tho the South of East forecast doesn’t even permit that. The bottom line, we are on vactation, not trying to live on a shoe string, lets be safe and find some fuel, just in case.

So we showed up, fenders out, ready to fuel up at the surging dock – but not really – the cement looked like it ate fenders for a snack. These nice guys caught us on the way in, they too needed diesel but the pumps were empty, in our broken french thats what we understood and they might have more by 1pm.

Hmmmm……

Searched for an anchor spot, so we didn’t really get the nice spot we wanted at Shell Beach. Now we still needed to clear in / out of a country to carry our paper work forward, that part worked like a charm. Nevis is where we head to.

On the way back from lunch/internet/customs/grocery we stopped by the fuel dock and they said come back at 7:30am … and they would have diesel and be open, or at least thats the french to english that we understood.

So now what… what to do…

Back to the boat to stow the vittles… and contemplate the fuel drama…