I woke up the next morning with a hell of a hangover. I blame the Aussies. While they slept in, I was up and headed to Colon with Rob. I was so hungover and late that I forgot my damn coffee. Three hours of sleep, a wicked hangover, and no coffee. Poor Rob was headed to Colon with a real monster.
When I got back to Puerto Lindo I wasn’t sure what to expect. The girls had made the catamaran into a cave by curtaining all the windows. There was mounds of chocolate on salon table, and they were watching movies. They were seriously suffering too. Apparently they didn’t even hear me leave in the morning. They’d had a productive day though – they’d managed to scrub all the decks and kayak into town. It’s nice coming home to clean decks.
Check out their candy stash. And check out how happy Chels is to get some chocolate.
The girls are pretty much at home on the boat. They’re sleeping soundly, eating well, and showering on the decks when it rains. When people love the ocean, this life comes pretty easily me thinks.
With all of the social activity (there’s a pizza night tonight, we did a lunch at Panamarina, we have monkey-feeding, etc) and the rain I haven’t done much as far as boat projects go. But that’s fine. I have time.