Thursday 26 Mar, CY day 12: 24/7 curfew day 1.
It was totally windless during the night. I was woken up at 3am with the mooring buoy knocking on the hull – doesn’t it know there’s a damned curfew in place? I should call the police!
Over breakfast it’s good to hear Cayman is still on 8 positive Covid cases, all in total isolation. They are hoping beyond hope the number will not increase in the coming days. Meanwhile, they continue with their testing program. Over 140 tests done now.
Seems strange to look at the shoreline and see virtually zero moving vehicles or activity. Just the occasional police car and the ever present police helicopter buzzing around. At one point we are passed by a police boat heading to the beach with the helicopter hovering over it. Ashore we see some numpty in the water on a paddle board with a young girl. They are intercepted by the police and last seen walking back into a nearby building. That was our only off-boat drama for the day.
Meanwhile, on board Cloudy Bay I’m in full sewing mode making one of the two fender blankets. I’ve decided that sewing is really fun! With all the hems completed we struggle but eventually manage to funnel lead-shot into 5 x 30cm pockets in the lower hem. Roughly one pocket every 1.2m, each with about 1/2Kg of lead. And on the top hem we sew loops and velcro to secure the top of the blanket to the stanchion bases. It’s dark by the time we finish so it will be tried out on the port side of the boat tomorrow. Then we will start on the starboard one. Oana jokes (actually I think she is serious!) that I will be making dresses for her soon. I joke back that I will happily start by drastically shortening all of her long dresses!
We are treated to a beautiful sunset tonight which absolutely compliments the peace that is all around. And half an hour later there is a stunning red sky.
In the evening we relax with cocktails after our day toiling in the sewing sweatshop. Oana’s favorite cocktail at the moment is a caipirinha (Brazilian Cachca, sugar and squeezed lime) and mine is a dark-and-stormy (dark rum and ginger beer).
We go to bed again thinking how fortunate we are to be here and we feel deeply for all those marooned in their houses or worse, apartments. The mind boggles when and where this will all end. I just hope it will coincide with the end of our long list of jobs-to-do! After jobs are all done we’ll soon be looking for walls to climb up … and we don’t have any walls on Cloudy! Maybe I should start to sew a pair of straight jackets, before we actually need them 🙂
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