Sorry about the link, while we were in the San Blas
Google switched over to the long promised 'Sites'. However the switch over was not seamless. It will take a while to get it up and running what with all my running around to grocery and
hardware stores and those evil bars inbetween. But, never fear, I'll get it running.
In the meantime just write to
sailing.books@yahoo.com
Gord, don't know if this belongs here, delete if you like.
Anyway we somehow find ourselves in Golfito in the Pacific side of
Costa Rica, where we are slowly heading north to
Mexico where the crystal ball that resides inside Karen's
head seems to be dictating that we head west to
Hawaii and
Japan. Or is it a crystal ball in me? I'm sure it is crystal, at least I think they are, maybe
steel?
Having lots of fun, catching enormous amounts of
fish, local fishermen can't afford the
diesel, drinking too much
cheap Panamanian
beer and getting fat. Or at least i am, Karen burns it off running around here like a mini tornado
cleaning here and there and everywhere. It makes me dizzy it really does, as if that wasn't enough, she went off to
Africa to be a missionary to a village where they send all the witch doctors after they kill someone. She says she really liked it there, however I seem to be having all these pains all of a sudden just at the same time as she is playing with her pins and needles, jabbing them into something. Maybe I better try to be neater?
But that is Karen's story, I'll let her tell it another time. Wouldn't want to ruin your Xmas and New Year's buzz!
So
lift a glass of bubbly for us and we'll do the same for you, ships passing in the night (What, they didn't have
radar?)
Mike Riley