Very busy days in St. Martin. The rush is on to buy all the stuff that costs the earth once we hit the BVI. Generally, all the heavy stuff - beer, wine, ginger ale, etc; and meat and treats. There's at least seven different kinds of cheese in the fridge right now, and with very limited fridge space, I'm sorry, but no room for vegetable just now. Freezer is chockful of meat.

Yesterday was the female-only shopping day in Philipsburg. Back Street, lunch, Front Street, then the bus to the Grand Marche and Cost-U-Less (the walk between the two was managed, but just barely, dragging all our shopping bags stuffed with stroopwafels and curry ketchup and gouda) then a taxi back to the dinghy. I never want to go shopping ever ever again. That kind of tired.

So, shopping again this morning in Marigot while we wait for Simon at Yamaha to work some magic on the outboard. Fouling plugs for nearly three years now, and Randy has run out of patience. While he walks back to the Yamaha dealer to check for news, I'm waiting at Saraphina's for Michelle and Charlie. One could be in much, much worse situations. Weirdly tufted pigeon walks under my chair now and again.

Gotta go, more shopping this afternoon.