Friday, May 4, 2012

Friday, May 5, 1995 - Boqueron, Puerto Rico

Ray came by at eight. We took in four diesel jugs and three of our five-gallon water jugs. Instead of going to the fuel dock, Ray went to the ramp and we got the fuel and water across the street at the gas station. We hadn't thought of doing that. We could have easily used our Royaks to go there. Roy has a miserable chest cold, so when we got back to the boat, he laid down and rested. Slept most of the day, while I tried to keep as quiet as possible.

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