Ada's boat blog

Location: Montreal, Canada Yesterday I had my third PCR test in three weeks. This time, the swab was self-inserted. We love new experiences. Anyway, back to Antigua. As the boat was going to be hauled out, all of the food had to be taken out and stored in the house. There was an impressive amount of truffle-related products, including a truffle-infused soy sauce. There were also four cupboards' worth of spices. Cleaning the upper cupboards required climbing on top of various counters and standing in strange poses; in one case, I had one foot on the starboard counter, the other on the port counter, and I was hunched over with my upper back touching the ceiling. My six-foot-tall crew members who had never had to do this were slightly unnerved. More cleaning of the boat included scrubbing the deck and polishing the fiberglass. Cleaning the teak deck involved scrubbing it with a mixture of water, cleaner, oxiclean, and a heavy acid that really burned in your cuts. (Apparently, the acid...

Hello. I was initially going to make this topic a single paragraph, but I've decided to dedicate a whole post to it. The next post, in which I fly home after we haul out the boat, can wait a bit. I don't have any pictures this time. I do, however, have funny stories to tell about certain middle-aged men and their unfortunately non-platonic interest in me. So last week we have a party at the crew house. We’re having some great food, people are putting on nice music, we’re all dancing, life is great. This one guy in particular has been absolutely tearing up the dancing floor. He's got great energy. He’s approximately fifty years old, has a few kids, and has a small business as a massage therapist. I love talking to him and his wife; they're laid-back, easy-going, and funny. They're not originally from the West Indies, but they really have that Caribbean vibe. At some point, the guy says, "let's put our feet in the water, the water's healing." Hell ye...