July 2, 2013-Aruba
The first day at Aruba made me hate the place.
We anchored by the airport and the wind blew all day and all night. Enough to drive a man crazy.
The boat bucked in the waves and the wind, as we seem to say so often in this part of the world, howled.
God did it howl.
And it was hot. We sweltered. There was too much wind to put up any awnings, we had no shade.
And to top it all off, some of the car stereo crazies ashore here played loud music all day, really loud music, which we could hear all too well all the way out to the boat. Really loud.
Aggravatingly loud. Boom Boom Boom.
On the second day, when we thought about putting the dingy together to go ashore, and we considered the wind and the difficulty of it, plus the waves...
We gave up. We went into the marina.
There we had peace and quiet. The wind didn't reach us in the marina. There were no waves. We had power and we turned on the air conditioner. We put up an awning. Live became good.
Aruba became good.
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Fred & Judy, SV Wings. Aruba