02/06 St Helena
We arrived in St. Helena a little after dawn on a Saturday - exactly 2 weeks after leaving CT some 1800nm back. The harbour master assured us, on arrival, that he would notify the relevant authorities nearer a civil hour. It was weekend after all.
And with that we went about our morning as we had everyday at sea. That is except for the showers. Knowing that we would fill our tanks with fresh water later that afternoon, all four of us had a long hot, freshwater shower. It was the bestest shower ever! We emptied the tanks.
Flapjacks were on the menu for breakfast (not unusual) and we invited our neighbour over. We had met Jan in CT the day before we set sail out of CT and were thrilled to see a familiar face. Jan also had a dingy! - Reinforcing our friendship meant not having to pay the 1pound per person per water taxi ride.
Oh we had fun and games in James Town, mostly at the bar. It being weekend and all nothing was open - the whole of St Helena is a small town with small town ways. Real cute little place. Total population of 4000 ppl and where immigration is through the post office, up the stairs to the right - ask for Jenny. So, we drank beer at "Anne's Place" and somewhere in between the guys climbed "Jacobs Ladder".
Sunday morning, with 700 litres of water and killer hangovers we were off. Not before Divvie, his camera, a precious box of smokes and one 3ply bog roll missed the jetty and went swimming!
St Helena was like a lonely gas station in the middle of a liquid Karoo. In contrast, Brazil's Fortaleza was a feast of urban delights. Being the first city encountered since CT, it was far more than just a welcome pit stop to me.
And with that we went about our morning as we had everyday at sea. That is except for the showers. Knowing that we would fill our tanks with fresh water later that afternoon, all four of us had a long hot, freshwater shower. It was the bestest shower ever! We emptied the tanks.
Flapjacks were on the menu for breakfast (not unusual) and we invited our neighbour over. We had met Jan in CT the day before we set sail out of CT and were thrilled to see a familiar face. Jan also had a dingy! - Reinforcing our friendship meant not having to pay the 1pound per person per water taxi ride.
Oh we had fun and games in James Town, mostly at the bar. It being weekend and all nothing was open - the whole of St Helena is a small town with small town ways. Real cute little place. Total population of 4000 ppl and where immigration is through the post office, up the stairs to the right - ask for Jenny. So, we drank beer at "Anne's Place" and somewhere in between the guys climbed "Jacobs Ladder".Sunday morning, with 700 litres of water and killer hangovers we were off. Not before Divvie, his camera, a precious box of smokes and one 3ply bog roll missed the jetty and went swimming!
St Helena was like a lonely gas station in the middle of a liquid Karoo. In contrast, Brazil's Fortaleza was a feast of urban delights. Being the first city encountered since CT, it was far more than just a welcome pit stop to me.
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