So, this is an old man’s story. I make bad decisions.
I knew that the cockpit and all the upper surfaces of the boat had to be repainted. Boat paint is very specialized stuff and is not easy to come by.
You will remember that I went to San Francisco a few weeks ago. One of the main objectives of the trip was to buy paint for the boat. Serious boat paint is highly specialized stuff and buying it in Japanese was intimidating.
West Marine is a huge U.S. boat shop. They have everything. https://www.westmarine.com/ They have an ‘outlet’ in Sausalito and I went there 3 times to wallow in boat stuff. The drive from San Francisco to Sausalito is one of the best ever! Over the Golden Gate Bridge and through Sausalito, such fun.
Anyway I buy all the paint I need for the boat. This costs several hundred dollars. I should point out that the wonderful paint guy at West Marine said that he did not think I could take paint on an international flight, but I was too excited to hear.
A little later I reflect on carrying several liters of paint in your checked-in luggage on an international flight. I check the rules and the answer is – NIET!
This is so obvious, but my old man view did not take law into consideration. So, I leave lots of wonderful paint behind and arrive in Okinawa, paint-wise, the same as I left.
I put my head on Sato san’s lap weeping and explain my dilemma.
” No problem, Neil san I will order the paint from Yokohama.”
A few days later he delivers the paint.
As you all know, the success of a paint job depends entirely on the preparation.
I have spent the last 2 days meticulously sanding the top of the boat. It is dirty and tedious work.
As a respite from sanding, I dismantle a strange device that lurks in the depths of the boat.
I polish her and say charming words to her.
So brace yourselves, the future holds little other than boring painting posts. Today I took off my T shirt as I worked. Returned home, writing this post, I can feel the burning on my back that indicates that the Okinawan summer is on its way.