Wednesday, November 22, 1995 - Trinidad

Roy continued working on the mizzen mast. He gave me one of his sandals to take to a cobbler's to see if they can repair the broken strap. On the net this morning, a cruiser at the yacht club had asked for educational software. He is donating a computer to the St. Dominic School for Abused and Abandoned Children, and he wanted some software to go with it, so I told him I'd bring over a foreign-language vocabulary-drill program. He was happy to get it. He had a CD-Rom on his notebook computer. It played the most beautiful music. The fidelity was astonishing. From the yacht club, I walked to Pizza Boys and ate lunch. Then I went downtown and left his sandal at a cobbler's. They said it would be ready "later". No clue as to how much later. Walked to Queen's Park West, where I had seen a nice-looking beauty salon. Had a much-needed perm. They did a very good job for half the price in the United States. By the time I got out of there, it was nearly five o'clock. Picked up the sandal and caught a bus to West Mall, where I bought chicken for supper. It was pitch dark by the time I got back to the boat. Could hardly find my way through the yard. I wondered why they didn't have more lights on. Found out when I got to the boat -- most of the electricity was off throughout the area. The water was off, too. Roy had to run the engine to fix supper. He had a delicious supper all ready for me.