During this our friend in the monohull, whom we thrashed on the way here, came over to lend a hand with his tools. I was happy to have the help. As soon as I took a look into the outboard I knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fix. We check all the usual – cleaned the carb, checked the plugs, etc. Of course, almost everything we looked into had some problem with it, including a missing bolt – which holds the carb onto the head. A fairly large deal. And it wasn’t pushing water through the engine. And it was leaking gasoline like a sieve. Well…
We tried for more than an hour and the only thing I managed to do was find a myriad of problems, get a few sea-urchin spines stuck in my foot, and lose my sunglasses in the water.
Eventually I gave up on the outboard, and so did the Kuna. They decided to put up their sails, and forego the troublesome outboard; I prefer this method too – mechanical stuff fails quite often in this environment.
I was starving and wanted a drink. I dove straight into the ceviche, then made a drink, then took a quick survey of the island. We weren’t alone, and there was a volleyball net. Luke got a volleyball and then the real fun started. First up was a German and American girl. Luke paired up with the German, I got the American. They had to leave before our game was over. Then we were alone on the island again. About the time I started to think we should head back to the boat, a dinghy full of drunken Englishmen and Englishwomen came ashore.
Quick introductions were followed by a game of rum volleyball. Which is volleyball, with lots of rum. Compared to our English friends, we all seemed very sober. The cycle started with a few volleys, followed by a drink-break. Then we’d cool off, and wash off in the crystal-clear water. Then we’d go play another game of volleyball. A fun afternoon, for sure.
Back onboard we heard the Englishfolk partying late into the night, but Luke was out almost immediately on the trampolines. Amanda and I cooked. Then we ate, watched a movie, and went to sleep.
Naturally, the wind picked up overnight, turning our tent-shade-thing into a loudly flapping tent-sail-thing. I finally convinced myself to get out of bed and take it down. With the Englishfolk passed out, and our tent-shade-thing silenced – it was finally peaceful enough to sleep.