It's what's for breakfast

Yesterday as we rode our dinghy into the gas station, all we needed was a black flag and we would have been the ISIS navy. We had no fewer than 7 empty fuel containers.......both diesel and gasoline. The trip back to L'ORIENT is a bit more hazardous as we now have 400 lbs of explosive liquids. The last thing we need is more freight.

Of course this is the moment the fruit guy arrives. This local guy makes a living trolling the bay selling cruisers fruit from a dugout canoe festooned with flags, a thatch canopy, and looking like he lives in it. This guy never ceases to arrive at the most inopportune times so I was fearing this event. As I paid for the gas, Kirstin shopped for fruit, my task of driving the dinghy now complicated by the constraint of not spilling the juice from the coconut which the fruitman thoughtfully decapitated.

Fruit, diesel, and gasoline all arrived safely. Hey, it's not the Greece crisis or the Middle East, but it's news in our world.