Saturday, October 7, 1995 - Bonaire

Roy turned the boat around and we moved to our new location, rafted to a 34-foot sloop named Tango. And our small world got still smaller. Turned out Tango is the boat our friendly tour guide, Gerry, sailed here in. It now belongs to his ex-wife, who runs the canvas shop where Roy got his bike bag repaired a few days ago. She came by in the evening and was glad to see us next to her boat. She recognized Roy right away and conversed with him. Roy said something about their sailing around the world, and she said that wasn't so. Gerry had never sailed around the world. He had made two trips across the Atlantic, and that was it. Sounds as if our talkative guide embellished a wee mite. The only other exciting thing that happened today was my pushing the blue wagon downtown to the laundromat and getting all our dirty clothes washed. Tropical storm Pablo is forming in the Atlantic, so we'll stay here until it's well out of our way.