The Boatist

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Friday, March 9, 2012

The Transients are Coming!

Stopped at a gas station on the way to Peniche and bought 1 litre of concentrated antifreeze and 5 litres of distilled water (15 euros, ouch!). It costs over 90 euros to fill up the jeep, ouch, ouch, ouch! Good thing I work at home.

The transients are coming...and also leaving. Saw one leaving first thing in the morning.
Peniche marina
This English boat was leaving when I arrived
Got the laptop set up and began the nasty job of revising somebody else's amateurish translation. Worked tenaciously until lunch, occasionally distracted by fishing boat wakes and boards clanking against steel beams whenever someone walked down a pontoon. Working quietly down below, I can also hear boat engines whining like giant food grinders even if they're 100 m away or more.

Finished the revision at about 1:00 pm, just in time for lunch. It still needed the final reading, but I'd do that after lunch and after a walk around the marina to air out my mind.

Working on a boat
Salad, rice greens and fish fillets for lunch and...water. I drink wine at meals but decided to make boat day my water day.
During my marina walk I ran into Ryker who had been away in Holland for over a month. We caught up on new events, the usual marina gossip.

Back at the boat, I had an email concerning a 14,000-word translation for Friday (tomorrow). The agency knew that it was impossible so they asked me for my best deadline before replying to the client. My best deadline was Monday afternoon. That was no good, so they tried to spread it out among various translators, but that didn't work out either. No deal.

Gave the revision the final reading, then mailed it off and got to work on the cooling system.

Actually, all I did was mix 4 litres of distilled water with 1 litre of antifreeze and poured it into the expansion tank. Then I started the engine and added more liquid as the air got flushed out. I hadn't drained the engine block, so it took only 5 litres compared with the 8 quarts specified in the engine manual. I've been away from Canada so long I can't remember whether a quart is more or less than 1 litre. It's full, that's what matters!

[Note: a few days after this operation I learned how to drain the engine block while reading an on-line manual for a Beta Marine engine which also uses the Kubota block.]

Ran the engine for about 15 minutes and found no leaks anywhere. More water seems to be gushing out of the exhaust outlet into the ocean. Looks good.

In the meantime this beautiful Halberg Rassy came in.
Halberg Rassy 31
Halberg Rassy 31
When I walked over to have a look, I met Ryker on the way and we both went. The skipper, a very fit and dignified looking French gentleman (you know the look) pushing 70, I'd say, had singled handed from Northern France to here.

I asked him if he was going South. Yes, but only as far as Lisbon, 45 miles down the Coast, if you count the Cascais Marina as part of Lisbon.

Apparently this gentleman had sailed about 800 miles in late winter from Northern France to visit Lisbon. "I come to visit Lisbon," he said, "then I go back home."

If I were wearing a hat, I'd take if off!

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