Moving Down the Chain

The trip to St. Martin was the usual bash into the sea and wind as the prevailing winds seem always on the nose from the east. After waiting so long in the Virgins for descent passage weather, the trip across the Anagada Passage was still the usual 18 hour affair. Uneventful but long, just the same.

Once we made land in St. Marteen (the Dutch side), we rested for a while then went to customs to check in then to the inner harbor to explore the sights from the hurricane damage. There were boats upside down, sunken and de-masted aplenty. Since we had ordered a new shade for the back of the cockpit area from the sailmaker in St. Marteen, we went to find him and pick up our new addition to the boat. Once we picked it up, we headed across the street to the Island Water World chandlery to ick up a few items we needed to fit the new shade to the boat. We also took our laundry in to find a laundamat but there were none with available driers. They were expecting a huge delivery from the cruise port and expected their driers would be busy for the rest of the day so we just did the wash part and headed back to the boat with soggy clothes to hang. Once we got them hung we decided it was time to head in for a sundowner at some local happy hour establishment.

We found a couple of guys just leaving their boat, heading to shore, and asked them where a good happy hour was and they said “follow us” as they were thirsty as well. The bar was, oddly enough, called the Soggy Dollar. There is a famous beach bar in Jost Van Dyke, BVIs with the same name so we wondered if it was owned by the same people. We were told that it wasn’t, it was just a marketing ploy without legal ramifications. It was a lively night at the happy hour and we made quick friends with the two guys who directed us to the bar. One was an engineer fro luxury motor yachts who was having a bit of a vacation due t the hurricane and the other was his apprentice. We discussed some of the boat issues we were having and asked if he might be interested in making some under the table money troubleshooting some of our mechanical issues. He agreed and we made arrangements to have him aboard the next morning. He came to our boat promptly the next morning and we went after the continuing generator saga. He diagnosed the problem immediately and we set about making the fixes. After a couple of hours of work, he had to attend to another commitment and set a return time for 4 that afternoon. When he returned we discovered that we couldn’t completely fix the issues as we needed time to trace a power source to the starter switch and he had to leave at 5 to meet his wife. Since we were scheduled to leave earliy the next morning, his work with us was done, unfortunately. He did, however, find the probem and now we simply need to do the service when we get the time. All in all, he spent about 4 hours total working on our boat and refused to accept any money for his time. He said I could buy him some beers at the next happy hour for his pay. After he left, we cleaned up and headed into the happy hour spot and enjoyed meeting new people from different yachts and some charter people. Since we had made previous arrangements to meet up with some Steamboat Springs friends, if possible, somewhere around Guadeloupe, we were moving down island at a pretty steady pace. So, next morning, bright and early, we yanked the anchor and sailed on down past St. Barts to St. Kitts. We anchored in the same location we did the last time we came through when we were entertained by a fantastic lightening storm off our anchorage. It is a lovely bay outside of a new superyacht marina called Chritoffe Marina. Last visit, it was empty; this time it held about 10 huge motor yachts and sailboats of enormous size. We headed out early the next morning for Montserrat, chalking up another 10 hours of sailing and motorsailing.

The Greens visited us As we approached the volcanic island of Montserrat, we started the engines to assist with anchoring and found the port engine not cranking over. Rick exchanged the battery with one from the dinghy, then one from the other engine only to find that none of them would turn the engine over. Since we had one working engine it was not an unworkable situation, it just added a degree of difficulty. We arrived in Guadeloupe next and moved on down that island’s perimeter quickly the next day as time to meet our friends was approaching. We had made contact with them and they decided to ferry over to les Saintes, off the southern end of Guadeloupe, where we would meet them that next day. Still limping along on one engine, we met our friend sand dinghied them to our boat late the next day. We couldn’t find anyone to fix the diesel so we continued along to Martinique where we knew we could find qualified service people. Along the way we called a Volvo mechanic who came highly recommended and made arrangements to stop at his shop in the town of Case Pilote, Marinique. As we reached the marina, we were told to come straight in to and dock where a mechanic would come out to do some diagnostic work. Docking with one engine in a catamaran is like trying to drive a bulldozer with one track locked. To say the least, it was difficult but we got it done and the mechanic was superb. He came on board and found that the engine was seized, as we suspected. This was our worst fear. If seawater had intruded the cylinders, the salt could do severe damage to the walls and potentially ruin the engine. He was able to purge the sea water and after changing the oil, he attempted to restart the engine. Miraculously, lo and behold, it coughed, and sputtered and then started running smoothly again. He let it idle for an hour to see if anything was wrecked, then revved it up a bit and pronounced it good to go. We had dodged a HUGE bullet. During his diagnosis he noted that the new mufflers which were installed in Puerto Rico had been put too high in the engine compartment, making water ingress possible. This is likely what had happened. We got into some rough seas earlier, the boat rocked hard from front to back and sea water had come back up the exhaust hose and into the engine causing it to become locked. He suggested we make an appointment with his Marin, Martinique shop to have his guys there do further diagnosis and corrections of this problem. He also had suggested replacing the aftermarket mufflers with new Volvo factory muffler (@ $500 each!). We were prepared to do that as we had avoided an engine rebuild and certainly didn’t want another situation like this developing again. Once we arrived in Marin, we Rick went shore to pick up the mechanic and bring him to the boat for further testing and diagnosis. He quickly determined that the mufflers we had would work fine if they were placed lower in the engine compartment and a longer hose was fixed to them to prevent water coming back up and into the engine. Within three hours he had done the work and we had avoided another giant parts purchase, Bullet #2 dodged with this fix. Now, our remaining mechanical issue is with the house bank of batteries which store all the power we need to run the boat. We noticed, somewhere along the down-island journey, that our battery bank was not fully recharging after daily use. This was uncommon and we knew we had to find the reason and correct it or we would have a boat without power soon. We had a guy install new alternators in St. Thomas, USVI, which we expected would correct the problem but it only provided a partial correction. We also had the batteries tested and they were found to be “close to replacement.” Since new batteries are very expensive, we decided to see if we could find a way to make the recharge work more efficiently. They have been improving but not to the level we would like them to remain. Monday, we will have another tech come to the boat and do a new test and see if we can salvage them or not. Our boat guests, Steve and Laurane Green, have been extremely patient with our mechanical issues and made us feel we could take care of these issues without feeling guilty. They have become delightful friends and are great folks all around. Their time aboard, however, came to an end Saturday morning when they headed, by ferry, on to St. Lucia where they will fly home after a couple days on that island doing the tourist thing. They were great to have aboard and to get better acquainted with. We think we gave them some good sailing time with plenty of on water adventure. Hopefully, what they were looking for. It was sad dropping them off at the ferry dock but we know they will enjoy St. Lucia.

This morning as we finished breakfast and were readying to go ashore to do laundry, we noticed a gathering ashore with many colorful wooden boats being outfitted with traditional square sail rigs. Each boat had a crew of about 10 people and the course markers were being placed across from us in an open bay. We decided to wait and watch and before long the race was on. 13 traditional wooden boats with crew aboard began the dash across the bay and out the entry channel then back in and around the course marker bouys. Each boat was outfitted with long wooden poles which stuck out from the sides of the boats allowing crew to "hike out" as the boat would heel over in the gusty wind. It was fun to watch the coordinated efforts of each team and they made several "laps" up and out the channel and back around the bouys until the finish line. Very colorful.

So now, as we have one major mechanical issue resolved, we have one more to take care of. Hopefully on Monday we will know the extent of our next purchase. “Boat Bucks” just seem to be flying out of our hands. The redeeming factor is that our boat is running better than ever now and is still a pleasure to sail.

This was found on the boat, it is a rotten piece of French summer sausage... bleh!

you can rent these things, for parties--complete with a grip and party platform. We didn't get one, you wouldn't they be fun? Our next guest, Suz’ “bestie”, Jeannie Berger, will arrive in St. Lucia on February 4 and we plan to pick her up there if the weather allows. Otherwise the ferry ride to Martinique is waiting and available. We will surely have a fun time with her aboard, as she and Suz giggle like little school girls when together.

Hurry Up and Wait!

Seems like this has to be our motto for the past two weeks. We got to the Virgins two weeks later than planned and then, due to strong winds and boat work, we have been hunkering down here waiting for a favorable opportunity to head across the Anegada Passage to St. Martin. Tonight we GO! But first what has been keeping us busy for the past two weeks, you ask? Boat fixes, detailing, cleaning, and upgrades to the good ship A2C. We were somewhat sad, but also glad to be free of Puerto Rican waters yet anxious as to what the Virgin Islands would look like after the two big hurricanes of 2017. We left lovely Culebrita the morning of January 1st and the passage to St. Thomas was terrific. We have done that leg several times and it can be a beast! But this time, we made it in record time (around 3 hours) and dropped the hook upon our arrival on the west end of St. Thomas off of one of our favorite coves near Water Island. As we were sitting at anchor, enjoying music from the beach, we realized it was a band playing and not a cranked up sound system, so common in Puerto Rico. They sounded pretty good, so we decided to dinghy in and check it out. As we approached the beach to head ashore, Rick tried to raise the engine so it wouldn’t hit bottom in the shallows. The motor was frozen in the down position and wouldn’t budge! We couldn’t beach the dinghy without raising the motor so we tried to decide if the music was worth a swim to the beach and decided, because Suz had her phone with her, we would just head back to the boat and listen from there. The band played for hours and we enjoyed their musical stylings from afar, only wishing we had gone on in and seen them up close. Since we had been having some other difficulties with our dinghy motor recently we thought we should have it checked out at the local Yamaha dealer on St. Thomas. The next morning, we took the quick dinghy ride across the bay and asked one of the mechanics to have a quick look-see. He immediately diagnosed the problem of not being able to raise the engine to rusted parts on that mechanism and suggested replacement to remedy. We scheduled an appointment for the next day and brought the dinghy back early in the morning for the fix. We also asked them to look at the shifting arm as it seemed erratic and the engine also was not running as smoothly as usual. So we left the dinghy in their capable hands and went to wander the capital city of Charlotte Amalie. The ravages from a Category 5 hurricane are awesome to behold. Put two Cat 5 storms back-to-back and not much will be spared. This antique city, which seems so familiar to New Orleans in age and style, was devastated in places and untouched just blocks away. It seems the storm especially took easy prey on the older metal buildings of the industrial section. Entire blocks were destroyed with flattened buildings all around. Some still had their interior shelving intact with inventory in place, while the exterior walls and ceiling were collapsed. It was sad to see livelihoods’ displaced from such an “act of God”.

Broken Windmills The newer structures seemed to fare better, likely due to modern building codes and improved building techniques. Trash was still strewn about and mixed with blown-away building materials. Cleanup efforts were underway, but appeared to be mostly private individuals doing their own thing to try to restore their city to some sense of order. After completing our walkabout, we returned to the dinghy repair place and discussed what was needed to be done to our engine. Along with the lifting mechanism replacement, it seems we needed a new starting switch (had to order it!) and was highly recommended to install a fuel filter to help with keeping the engine supplied with clean fuel. The islands are notorious for selling contaminated fuels so this was not a surprise. We agreed upon a filter style and had him install it on the transom of our new dinghy and order the needed part. The part was supposed to arrive the next day, but of course didn’t. By now, we had to move on to try to maintain some sense of travel timetable so we made arrangements to have the part held for us to retrieve the following day, when it “surely would arrive”. The next day we had made an appointment with a mechanic to look at our engine alternators, as they were not supplying the expected power to our battery banks. Since we are our own “city” afloat, we must provide all the power, water, sanitation, and lighting whenever it is needed. Power is the BIG necessity and lack thereof can be a HUGE problem. So we made arrangements to have a slip at Red Hook on the East end of St. Thomas for the mechanic to come aboard and do his mechanic thing. He arrived and quickly confirmed my layman’s diagnosis that one alternator was not producing any power and the other was intermittent. We asked him to replace them both and he went about making our power system whole again. Several hundred dollars later, we were back underway, producing power like we should, heading up toward St. John, USVI.

Removing the Genset We motored slowly past several of our old favorite places like Cannel Bay, a former high-end resort where we would moor out front to snipe their wifi years past. The place was in shambles with blown down buildings, missing docks, and private homes destroyed. It was a really sad sight, to say the least. It seemed that everywhere we looked, there was damage. The resort would be a long time in coming back, if they even decide to rebuild. After seeing the devastation there, we stayed the night further up at Leinster Bay on St. John, and tied to a mooring ball for free as there was no pay station available. Another casualty of the storm evidently. We stayed there for an extra night, as it is such a lovely spot, but felt we should keep moving the next morning. Next morning, bright and early, we motored into Soper’s Hole to clear into the BVIs. We arrived shortly after the customs officials arrived to their makeshift tented “office” at the sight of their former official cinderblock building. The cinder blocks were gone with only a tent to allow them refuge from the morning sun. Rick dinghied over to the site, with a bag of trash to dispose of. After placing the bag into the dumpster, he approached the officials who immediately chastised him for going to the dumpster prior to checking in. Evidently, a big no no. Claiming a fine could be levied for his actions, Rick apologized profusely and avoided the fine. The clearing in charges, however, were significantly higher than last visit. In May, clearing charges were $10. This time they were $46 plus a $20 fine for arriving into BVI waters before the customs office was open. We crossed from the USVI onto BVI waters around 8:30 and they claimed to have seen us come into BVI waters before they opened. I had to go back to the boat to get more money to satisfy the fine and was not pleased with the attitude shown by these officials. If they want tourists to return to the islands, one would think some friendliness would go a long way in making that return imminent. We left Soper’s Hole after reviewing the destruction of Pusser’s Restaurant and Bar as well as all the cute shops that lined the walkway. The grocery, which was always well stocked, was knocked down as well. Another casualty of the storms. We then went to Nanny Cay, where we had placed a special fuel filter on order to help control future dirty fuel problems for the main diesels, which we had previously not experienced but were being warned about. Nanny Cay is a hub for charter boat activity and it, too, was a mess. Many boats were upside down in the harbor, sunken hulls tied to the docks, docks that were half missing, and debris everywhere. The boats that were stored on land for the past hurricane season were knocked down like dominos, leaning one against the other. Many masts were broken off or bent in half. I would imagine that for every smiling boat repairman, there were several saddened boat owners. After topping up our fuel at Nanny Cay, and picking up our new fuel filter, we headed to Road Town, Tortola. Upon arrival, we hooked a ball at the breakwater outside the main entry to town off the Cruise ship dock, and went to town to have a look around. Three months after the storms, there was devastation and debris everywhere. The marina at Village Cay was in shambles with boats still upside down in the water, and many sunken hulls all around. The Moorings base was operational but just barely. One could see MANY damaged boats awaiting repair to their hulls or rigging and we wondered how many of these would actually ever see open seas again. Very sad, indeed. Earlier, when we had discovered that our fuel polisher was leaking diesel into the bilge under our bunk, Rick made a by-pass fuel line to accommodate its removal for repair. That seemed to work fine but was only a temporary fix. While in Road Town, we dropped the polisher off at a welding shop to have the offending hole welded shut so we could reinstall it before we head across the Anagada Passage to St. Martin soon. That is an 18-hour passage and running into bad fuel half way across would present more than a minor inconvenience. While in Road Town, we also did some grocery and boat parts provisioning and headed back to the boat. We then took off to Peter Island for the night and found the beautiful resort on the beach completely gone. The island had large “Do Not Trespass” signs on the beach and was clearly not welcoming any tourists. The anchorage was quite rolly so we only stayed one night there. Back into Road Town to get the welded fuel polisher and the “final” parts so Rick could prepare to complete the new fuel filter installation. It seems that no store has everything needed to get the job done. Like any good plumbing job, several trips to different stores are always needed to make it an “official” plumbing job. Plumbing for a boat seems no different. Parts in hand we headed to Norman Island where we knew we would have a quiet and flat mooring to do the below decks work. We arrived at Norman Island and moored off of the Willy T. The Willy T is a famous, or should I say “infamous” old Lake Michigan lumber schooner which was brought to Norman Island to be a floating bar. It provided many fun nights over many tourist seasons to vacationers arriving at the Pirate’s Bight. Now, however, it laid quietly ashore, hull out of the water, upper deck missing, in quiet disrepair, likely never to float again. The main restaurant on shore was missing part of the roof and walls, but was being repaired. The other building was in tact and functioned as the new bar/restaurant for the Bight. We met and chatted with our old friend, Jesse, one of the wait staff, whom we had gotten to know through the years and heard her account of the storm’s passing. What an unbelievable story. I can only imagine the horror and fear as 200MPH winds passed over and through your home with you inside.

Downed Mahogany tree With Admiral Suz assisting, the new filter and repaired polisher was reinstalled and tested. To everyone’s surprise, all was in good order and working as designed. Not bad for a couple of non-mechanical types! After completing the install we headed on up to the north sound of Virgin Gorda. This is by far our favorite spot in the Virgin Islands. It is home of the famous Bitter End and Saba Rock, two unique and delightful stopovers for many traversing the Virgin chain during their visit. We were saddened to see the sights up there as well. The Bitter End Yacht Club was totaled! Buildings were flattened and those who survived with walls had no roofs. Docks were gone and boats up on the shore like toys. Saba Rock, where, in the past, we loved to take our boat guests, was also trashed. The docks were gone, fuel dock included, roofs were missing, many walls were down. Looked like a bomb had been detonated and this was ground zero. Don’t know when it will be operational again but surely not for at least a year or more. Hopefully the rebuild will be done with better construction techniques. Such a beautiful place it was. So, now we are ready to head to St. Martin, once the weather presents a reasonable window for the passage. Weather forecasting shows that that window opens this Sunday night, tonight. Tonight we will hoist anchor and head around the north side of Virgin Gorda and begin our 18-hour passage around midnight so we can arrive before the sun goes down tomorrow night. Hopefully, the winds will not be severe and not too much on the nose, and the waves will not beat us senseless as we head directly into the prevailing trade winds from the east. With good fortune and good seamanship, we will be safely at anchor off of St. Martin tomorrow night. Stay tuned…

Super Moon St Thomas USVI UPDATE! We arrived in fine shape after a 18 hour trip across the Oh-MY-Gawd-A passage to St. Martin as planned. Follow up blog post to catch us up to follow. Currently in les Saintes, Guadelopue, heading south toward Dominica and Ma rtinique soon!

New Year's Eve in Culebrita, PR and on Into The Virgins!

We motored (mostly) from Ponce, PR across from the southeastern end of PR and up to Culebrita. One of our favorite harbors in the entire Leewards. We made terrific time in our easting and wound up in the pretty little harbor on Friday the 29th. We stayed there through New Year's Eve and hopped across to St. Thomas on New Year's day. Culebrita is one of those picture postcard spots with white sand beaches and the clear blue water one would expect in the Caribbean islands. It didn't disappoint. The island has become a favorite for the Puerto Ricans as well. They come from the mainland, mostly in larger outboard rigs with all their friends and families. Arriving around 9 AM, the steady stream of motor yachts arrives until around noon, when the party swings into full speed. There must be over 50 boats, all stern tied to the beach, so close to each other that you could almost step from one to another. Then at around 4 PM they start to pull out until at around 6, we are left alone again in the harbor for the night, a most welcome relief. We enjoyed PR much more this trip than we have in the past. We found the people to be friendly and industrious. Their spirits seemed unfailing from the hurricane damages, and they just seemed to take it all in stride. Damage was evident all around and yet life moved forward, however slowly. We were fortunate to have a harbormaster (the boss of the marina we stayed in at Cabo Rojo) who was very aware of the PR government's activities as he advised us well regarding the sales tax abatement in place since hurricane Maria caused so much damage The PR government decided that as a stimulous option, they would forgo collecting sales tax on purchases made from the hurricane through the end of the year. This provided us with a terrific opportunity to purchase several of our larger items without having to pay sales tax. Sales tax in PR is over 10% so that was a BIG deal. Since we had already planned on buying a new dinghy and having substantial boat work done (labor is taxable in PR), we figure we have saved over $2000 on sales tax alone through this deal. Not a bad way to stimulate the retail and service economy, I'd say. In Ponce harbor, we saw several boats that had been destroyed by the storm, still resting against the rock walls or partially submerged in the harbor. It was very sad to consider that one day in the not so distant past, these boats had provided their owners some sense of pleasure, much the same as ours continues to do. Now, they are to be plucked from the water by cranes and smashed into rubble for the landfill. It was obvious that the boats have all been stripped of anything valuable as gaping holes where electronics had once been were quite evident. We wondered where these items wound up as there must be a tremendous collection of still useable parts somewhere, awaiting an eager buyer.

Sunken boat On New Year's Day morning, we hauled anchor and motored across the 15 miles to St. Thomas, arriving at noon. We found a favorite anchorage available and dropped the hook for the next couple of days. We will be in this anchorage for a couple of days as we get work done on our diesel engine alternators and reprovision with food and the always popular, and oh-so-necessary liquid refreshments. Then, we intend o heading on through the Virgins to see, firsthand, the extent of damage the hurricanes caused. Likely, we will head across the Anegada Passage to St. Martin and on down island within the next 10 days. I will try to be frequent with blog posts but some places are not easy to access wifi for posting so be patient. Stay tuned...

Moving On!

We finally left Cabo Rojo on Thursday, December 21 in the afternoon. Went to Boqueron for the first night to check on systems and functionality. All seemed well so early Friday we started motoring around the Cape and around the southern side. Ended up at Coffin Island on Friday night (11 hours with the last 4 hours VERY difficult with swells, head winds and bashing!). Saturday morning I went below to check on the fan belts as we hadn't added much power all day and found a small diesel drip coming from the fuel polisher (port engine side). Turned the diesel off above the polisher and decided to remove the polisher and see if I could tighten the drain valve enough (where it appeared to be leaking from). The manual called for plumbers dope to seal the fitting which,of course, we didn't have. So I tried silicone. Reassembled and waited. No return of the drip! Relaxed on deck for the rest of the morning and around 1 PM decided to fired up the engine to add some charge to the battery bank, and the drip began again! Damn! Decided to head on over to Ponce harbor for the night in hopes of getting some pipe dope to properly seal the valve fitting. Had a roaring good sail across from Coffin Island and into the harbor. Tried to start the engines to assist in anchoring but only the starboard engine would start. (We think air in the port side from the leak.) Got her safely on anchor around 3, with some difficulty maneuvering with only one engine. Tried to start the dinghy to go ashore to try to get to WalMart for plumber's dope and the dinghy motor wouldn't start. Finally got it to start but only run at idle. By now it was 4:30 and we were exhausted.

Mojito's in Walmart! Thought we'd wait until Sunday morning to go ashore, rowing if necessary!) Sunday morning, the dinghy still only runs at idle but will propel us shore. We get to the inner part of the harbor and find workers rebuilding the docks and they assist in allowing us to dinghy dock off one of the still functional docks. One of the workers was from PR, now living in Connecticut, was very helpful in offering to have his Dad (who was sitting watching the workers) drive us to WalMart for our necessary stuff. We took him up on it and drove through Ponce to the local SuperWalMart which was right next door to the local Home Depot. We decided to try Home Depot first and get what we needed for the fix it plan (as well as parts for the back up fix plan of removing the polisher completely from the system). They had everything we needed plus I got to do some needed tool buying s we found that nearly everything toll-wise we needed to do the job was inadequate. Returned to the car and decided to head next door to the WalMArt to get a few groceries since we were there. We had a lovely return trip to the marina through old Ponce where the Dad did his best tour guide impression in broken Spanglish. Was delightful! Arriving back at Ponce Yacht Club, we gave the driver $20 for his time, which he reluctantly accepted!) and was talking with the guy who set us up with the ride. He offered the services of anyone at the club who might be of assistance to us. We mentioned we might need some mechanical help with the dinghy motor. He pointed out a guy in the depths of his big fishing boat as the "go to guy" for anything mechanical, and took us over to introduce us to him. I explained the dinghy idle problem and he said he would look at it. I said what time should I come in to meet him and he said let's have a look now. Within 10 minutes, we had the cover off the Yamaha, some of my new tools in use disassembling the carb and parts all over the floor of the new dinghy. He immediately diagnosed the problem as a probable air leak in the carb. He discovered that the newly installed, brand new, carb had been put in without a necessary gasket on one side of a spacer. Since he didn't have another OEM gasket, he proceeded to cut one from some old rubber dinghy material he had. When he finished cutting it (with a razor blade from a carpet knife) it looked just like the original factory made gasket. He then reassembled the carb, explaining each step to me in his wonderful Spanglish, and WHAM! up she started. Problem fixed in only one hour. Asking how much he wanted, he said "oh, nothing, it's Christmas". I said I would not feel right accepting his generosity without paying him something so he said how about $20. I agreed and gave him $30. These people have a heart of gold. So now we sit, on Christmas morning enjoying a beautiful day on the hook in Ponce harbor. (Previously this had been one of our least favorite places to be, having been stuck here for two weeks in 2008 awaiting parts). We will be here until at least Wednesday as we have put out a call to the mechanics from Marina Pescadaria to come fix some things that we thought they had done3 while we were there, but evidently weren't. Have not heard from them as when we sent the message to the shop it was Saturday and they were closed. Hopefully, they will come on Tuesday morning and take care of those fixes. Hopefully we can then continue on around PR and down through the Leewards and Windwards as planned. UPDATE TO FOLLOW!