I am not sure we realize how very lucky we were this past weekend.
As we boarded a plane on Tuesday to return home to Kate in Fiji it wasn’t our luggage that was weighing us down. It was a deepening low pressure system, a late season cyclone in the South Pacific, that was heavy on our shoulders. After 36 hours of transit and very little sleep we arrived after dark and had a wet and windy cab ride home. It was sheer exhaustion that let us sleep; TC Pam, a potential super storm, was still threatening to head towards Fiji. Continue reading
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As the final countdown to Christmas begins the days are noticeably longer in the Southern hemisphere. This is not exactly putting my cold Canadian heart in the festive mood. I really am dreaming of a white Christmas.
Thankfully we’ve recently gotten some much needed rain. I am talking middle of the night downpours with thunder and lightning that leave the yard a slippery muck hole in morning kinda rain. Add to that a couple days of sun and the grass is long and green and the all the flowers have perked up. It was beginning to look depressingly brown around here. Continue reading
A man died at the marina on Friday.
I don’t know all the details, I didn’t ask, but I heard his heart stopped. They say he was sitting on shore near his boat at the time. A woman rushed over when he collapsed. She is a retired nurse and worked on him until the portable defibrillators were brought from the office. The ambulance arrived. No one could revive him.
I did not know the man.
His story got me thinking.
10. All the staff at the marina know you by name, that it isn’t your actual name no longer bothers you.
9. You know where all the local eateries and bars are in town that have the best air conditioning, making mid rainy season shopping trips a slightly less sweaty experience.
8. On said shopping trips to the market the vendors, some of which you know know by name, no longer try and charge you tourist prices, in fact they often put a few more veggies on your heap without charge.
7. You no longer have to order a drink at the bar; it is served automatically, just to your liking, and is often refreshed without having to ask. Continue reading
I feed people.
I make loaves of bread as thank yous, I cook meals for single-handers about to depart on passages, I make jars of jam and can’t resist giving half of them away. I have even been known to buy baguettes at market at 5am and slip them into peoples cockpits as a wake up surprise. So much of how I experience the places we travel to is through food. Cooking and eating and sharing food is important to me.
Preparing a three or four course meal for 4, 6 or 8 people, I get excited about. Cooking for one does not delight me. In fact when I am alone on the boat I have been know to slide into bachelor habits; eating out of the pot, standing at the sink, not bothering to heat things up. Once in a while I remind myself how much I enjoy sitting down and eating a proper hot meal and I make the effort. Last night was one of those times.
And as I was standing over the stove, preparing more of the meat from the freezer and cooking enough for two, I decided that there was no need to eat left overs for a week or to eat alone. I invited a local to join me for dinner. Continue reading