Hot, sunny, not enough time to take pictures.
Despite exhaustion I didn’t sleep that well, turns out Christy didn’t either. Still that stationery full bed with clean sheets felt pretty good.
I make some (pretty lousy) coffee and we clean up all our excess food. Christy has planned our provisioning down to the peanut – it is a work of art and we have a pretty full breakfast and still she has sandwiches for the airport.
We’re at Budget Marine by 8:30 am only to find out they don’t open until 9:00 am on Saturdays. Another lost half hour that will cost us a hot shower before our departure. We return the defective pump but don’t find the tube I need to use on the water maker. I am hoping to “pickle” it myself so we don’t have to pay for that. I already have the solution mixed but some work to do first.
Back at the boat at 9:30 or so we get to work again. I take down the bimini and between the two of us do a thousand other jobs including caulking the skylights we just noticed have no caulking left. Thankfully we have one tube of 3M silicone glue left which is just enough with a little judicious spreading. This stuff is amazing but it’s like superglue on skin. Working overhead I get it all over me and the only thing that takes it off is gasoline. Turns out I don’t get it all.
We knock off job after job racing against the clock as we need to return the car about 1:30 pm or so. Ix-nay on pickling the water maker, gonna have to outsource that one.
Thinking we are done, last job is to drop off our garbage and get changed for the airport. We had hoped for time for a shower but the delay at Budget cost us that luxury. Turns out we forgot a couple things anyway so back to the boat we go to get them done.
Next thing you know we are at the airport, drop the car and get in line to check our luggage. We’ve never seen lines like this here in Grenada; don’t know what is going on but it take over an hour to get through the line to check the bags. I have to sit from time to time while Christy waits in line.
That leaves us about a half hour to finish off Christy’s PB sandwiches on pita in the upstairs lounge (a well-kept secret at Maurice Bishop Airport). As a cripple we jump the boarding queue to get on the plane first.
Seven painful hours later (including airport and Uber time) we are with Audrey at the condo on Greenwood Ave. Glad to be home in some ways.