Amy was dropped off at the beauty salon so we will follow Jim’s adventures today as the big winds keep us in Falmouth Harbour. Locals say they do not typically see weather like this unless a tropical wave comes through so 20 to 30 knot winds are unusual for this time of year. First Jim dropped off a propane tank for refill, checked with the leather lady on a wheel cover, then he was off across the harbour to the rigger to get a new dinghy bridle made from dyneema because the current bridle made of nylon straps keeps chaffing through. After discussing the job with the rigging employee (we will refer to as Mr. A), he whispers he can have ready Friday and he will meet Jim at the dinghy dock at 5 . He will email the super low price. Mr A says do not come back to the front desk. Jim while not sure of his options since this is the only rigger says OK and returns to the dinghy. Mr. A reappears at the dinghy and reminds Jim not to go to the rigging company and the pick up will be at the dinghy dock. All very clandestine stuff but perhaps this is how contractors work here. Insisting on the adherence of generally accepted accounting principles while traveling the third world may be problematic to keep us moving along. Who knows, no email from Mr. A yet.
Later in the day Jim goes for a trail walk on the peninsula that separates Falmouth and English Harbours. It is extremely scenic as you can see from the photos. It starts easy just like climbing Kennesaw Mountain and ends with hanging on ropes to get down a cliff face. Jim comes across a number of younger English guys attempting to run the trail. Question: Why is it that all British guys in their 20’s say “cheers” for 75% of their verbal communications? It seems like the universal word for all affirmative responses/greetings/goodbyes (but no longer toasts) . Hopefully a subject matter expert (hint: Dale Newnham) is reading and can comment. After the hike it was back to retrieve the filled gas bottle and Amy, then back to the boat before the next storm.
