On the hard at Peake's

Swinging in the huge straps as the mega-lift slowly rolls forward; he straps on the snorkeling mask and tube. Jumps off and dives under "Babette" to place the straps securly. For the crew, the line-men, lift operator, this is routine. We're holding our breath. While home-sweet-home is being torn out of its proper element and put on the hard. But it's all well-greased. And quickly, painlessly done. Very professional. The scaffolding provided. The electrician there fixing the power supply on board. We're in business.

Tomorrow. Right now we're moving into nr.7 at "Bight's". The little Peake's restaurant/hotel has 9 rooms on the first floor, under the restaurant. A big dobbel bed on a perfectly horizontal floor. No tipping and rocking. Or checking the gps position of nr.7 to see if we're sliding into the next room. And an endless supply of hot and cold running water. gosh. TV (Winter Olympics!) and an air-conditioning to put us in a proper winter sports mode. Outside, a wide bougainvillea-vined veranda framing the sailboat-filled bay. "Our" veranda has green wooden chairs, tables right on the water's edge. And mosquitos. I knew there was a "snake" in this paradise.