Cleaning up the boat, moving all of our stuff ashore, moving the remaining cold food items into the fridge at Jackson’s place.
Met Jean Lorique and Geneiux, a French couple from Martinique on their catamaran for a nice chat.
Lunch at Port Morgan hotel and first email access.
Row out and introduce myself to Gill, a crusty single handed world cruising circumnavigator wh has been living on his Downeast 32 since 1995. He invites me aboard for a rum and mango jusice then we both row ashore and enjoy a beer together at one of the little seaside locals homes.
I go ashore find Wag & we organize the library, move stuff around, put the bed in one corner, Ken’s stuff and his cot in the other corner, put up a mosquito net, and generally try to make it homey.
Back to boat, pasta & veggies dinner, talk & organize stuff, pump & fittings for the cistern for pressure water for toilet & for shower & sink. Thank you for your generosity.
It is pouring sheets and buckets the whole time, a true tropical deluge. When we get ashore Ken & I hop out and head for the library through pitch dark sheets of water, almost like swimming in the dark.
When we arrive at the library we notice a faint light seeping through the gap at the top of the door, Ken asks me if I left a light on, and I say no, there are no lights there to leave on, so it is curious. We go to the door and pull on it, it is locked but soon it opens, and Wagner welcomes us. He was sitting in the library, our new home, reading, keeping watch over all of the expensive and valuable things inside, and waiting patiently for us to return. We thank him profusely, he goes home, we strip off our soaking clothes, hang them up, towel off, and gratefully settle in to listen to the rain drumming on the tin roof, louder than the voodoo drums of any film or fantasy, and drift off into sleep on our first night as the only white people in the little seaside island fishing village of Kakok, Haiti.
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