First order of the day, change belts, check fluids, etc. Topped oil on both engines, and on to the Belts.

So I tried something, used some good ole fashioned bailing wire to tie some emory cloth (sandpaper) to the worn alternator belt and start the engine, and let it sand off the rust spots since the belt was worn anyway.

Start up the engine, Nope. No juice, Jump to house batteries still not enough juice, clean connection on starter, still not doing the trick. Hmmmm. Fire up other engine to make more electricity, still no dice. Contemplate, re-switch the start battery off then on, and then jump to house batteries, and we got things to start. When that alternator belt gets loose it doesn’t charge the starting battery for squat. Any way it ran, till the emory cloth few off, the pulleys were a bit sanded down, we will see if lasts.

While in the port room, commissioned up the water maker, had previously replaced the filters in preparations, so it was to be an easy task. Had checked the power and valves were in the correct possitions, and fired it up. It didn’t want to start, the pumps wouldn’t kick on? Hmm, duh for some reason the main switch wasn’t on, I could have sworn I turned it on before climbing down into the engine room. another 10 mins wonder how senile I’ve become.

All systems running, time for breakfast. Shut down the starboard engine, and made a pretty damn good omelette, ham and cheese this morning.

The call was to go somewhere with internet, we didn’t want to go back to Clifton, too busy. The keys didn’t have good internet, we thought about going to Canouan, but its too early to go north. So a motor to make water and electricity over to PSV, Petite St Vincent, and see if the private resort island had wifi. Seem to remember picking it up once there.

Left the peaceful setting of Chatham Bay and round the corner through the reefs to the island. I got my gps way points confused and started heading on our last trip which was down the east side of Carriacou to Grenada, no worries, it too was a way through the reefs to get to PSV.

Made a pizza upon arrival, couple of cold beverages, then about to head out in the dingy for snorkel on the surrounding atlantic reef, when a Dream Yacht Charter monohull comes in and precedes to anchor, or attempts to anchor right in front of us. 6 times they don’t get the hook to set, seems the only thing they know about scope is for mouthwash. They finally get some bite, and the wind had shifted enough that they would come down on someone else, if it broke free. So we went off to snorkel.

Zigged and Zagged through the skinny water in the dingy till we found a primo spot. Not sure what that is, just a place to try and see some creatures. Tossed the dingy anchor over and we jumped overboard, in the rolling sea, the reef was not terribly alive, there were some fish, we saw box faced puffers, lots of tangs, even a string ray was out cruising the grounds, we made one loop of a big shallow patch and decided it was enough of a fight against surf and back to the boat for a rinse and shirt to have a drink and the fancy bar and maybe get a wifi code for stronger wifi.

Ashore, we had a drink, asked about wifi, and they have NONE, a fancy high-end boutique joint like that without wifi, how can they justify their prices without basic unalienable rights like WiFi. Had our drink, watched the Dream Yacht Charter move yet again and another charter boat come in behind them. Good, a buffer.

Chicken and pasta and Christine made a great salad, course a rum and diet to cap off a great day.

Out there is the Atlantic Ocean.

Dive on in. Water is nice.