A week now we have been in Guatemala and on our boat. It’s hard to work on our boat in this heat. Numbers don’t count as much as how it feels. You can’t walk on deck bare footed. Lay down a metal square and go back to get it, you can’t hold it in your hand very long. I’m tired of hearing globe warming. I’m tired of people saying they have all the answers for what is wrong in the world. We were in New Orleans years ago and I was complaining about it being hot there and a little boy maybe 4 years old said, “It’s summer time mister and it is suppose to be hot. Pam and I have said most of our lives (we have been married 57 years now) that we were going to become snow birds and go north in the summer and south in the winter but this takes timing and work and money. Bought that little house in Kansas and thought we could make it happen. Along came the Chinese virus and we couldn’t get out of here and back to Kansas. Back there 8 months and just had to come back down when we thought we could to see what we had left of our boat. The boat is better than we thought but in a mess. Every thing covered in mold inside. Pam reworked a sail in trade for a window air conditioner so we can sleep at night. All the pot smokers here on their boats say every thing is cheap here but there is very little cheap here. Power is 75 cents a kilowatt here at the marina. Not made a plain yet but trying to get the boat where we can leave it again and come back after hurricane season and sail her north.
Here a young boy is selling mask on the street and not going to school. You see this a lot.
Here a flat bottom wooden boat is hauling rock and sand using shovels a wheel bars rolling down a plank.
You worry about buying fresh meat here with it being so hot and not knowing how long the meat you can buy on the street had been laying out. If you are worried you can buy it fresh still alive most of the time. All the women through out the world I have seen are not pretty but some most every where are. We were on the street here one day and a girl that was just gorgeous and riding her motor bike in high heels bought a live chicken and rung it’s neck, hung it over the handle bars and left with her chicken. I looked around at Pam laughing and told her, “You would do that wouldn’t you.” She said, “No. Maybe but we don’t have a motor bike down here.” Anyone of you out there want to take a guess as to weather Pam would get dressed up and ride a bike in her high heels, buy a live chicken if she thought it was a bargain, ring it’s neck and bring it home hanging on the handle bars of her bike today even with us getting old. The adventure goes on.










