A Quiet Day Before an Evening of
July 6, 1998 5:00pm
morning we've returned to the boat to pour some diesel
purchased on the black market into our fuel tank and wait
for delivery of some ice that never came. We still have
had planned to leave for a week of diving in the islands
of Cayo Breton and east but there is another tropical
wave coming through with a cold front that will be very
bad and have the potential of a hurricane. It will be
Wednesday, two days from now at the earliest before we
afternoon is spent talking of home and family. Chris had
become a part of our household the months he stayed with
us this year and last and speaks fondly of the good times
we've had together and the times to come.
left twenty dollars with Nara last night to
purchase some pork and vegetables. Tonight we'll
have a big party at their home which I am quite
looking forward to. I've grown quite attached to
the little girls, they remind me very much of
when my daughter was young.
so damn hot I can't believe it. All day and all
night I'm sweating so profusely my clothes are
never dry. I think I'll become acclimated to it
but it doesn't happen. Chris has just made some
soup but I can't bear to eat it until it's gone
Food is of little
interest here because of the heat. It's just as
well, since except for the cans we have on board
"Defiance", there is little to eat and
what there is, ranges from bad to almost edible.
If I don't drop twenty pounds here it will only
be because of drinking cold beer.
Photo Courtesy of
children at the casa are twins and it seems the
youngest show the effects of too little to eat.
Their extended stomachs and sad faces are
evidence of the hard life Cubans endure.
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