A strange day, this wednesday
We thought we were just setteling in and for a lot of things we did. But then there come some minor things and then whole planned short future looks less troublefree then ever.
I finally walked to Pedro Herredia. This is the big road in town where you can get everything you need. You have to struggle, endure the heat of the sun, the many people bumping into you, the fumes of the old cars and autobuses, the smell of rot and decay and the noise of everything together, but if you do, you will eventually find what you are looking for.
I now know where to get plywood, even marine-grade and where to order my abarco. I found 2 places that are near candidates to deliver me aluminum tubes for my spinacker-pole, found a place for cushion-filling-foam and even for epoxy-paint for the deck and dinghy.
I walked back from Pedro Heredia to the supermarket close to Club Nautico. I was amazed about my memory. It was five years that I had walked here once. Still I picked the shortest route as if it was yesterday that I had walked this route before.
I bought a mobile phone in the supermarkt. It costs 25$ US and it has GSM communication protocol. This should be working in whatever country we are planning to go in the near future. We did hesistate a long time before buying a mobile phone. I don’t like to end up in a situation that I have a mobile phone for every country I go to, as I’ve seen in many boats.
17.00 hours, payday in Club Nautico and Happy Hour
It was kind of busy during happy hour, and I wasn’t in for this bad surprise that Manfred gave me. In the passing by I was talking to somebody else he announced that he had invited the people of Sophia-II to stay in Frank’s House. I first didn’t realize the impact of what he said. When I finally realized what this Manfred had said, I went looking for Vivian to inform her of this strange surprize.
Vivian decided to talk to the sailors of Sylvia-II, to inform them that it is Frank who payed the rent of the house and that he invited us to stay there as long as we wanted. That it is not Manfred’s business at all to decide what is going to happen with that house. Yes, he owned the house, or is representative of the owner, but as it is rented to Frank, he has no business whatshowever in deciding what is going on there.
Sylvia-II wanted to sea the contracts and didn’t believe Vivian. So, no initial cooperation or understanding from them.
Sometimes I wonder what is going on in peoples minds. If there is one person that is not able to make up a ly it is Vivian. And what to think of Manfred’s values? Clearly he knows that the person who rents a house has the right to use it as he likes?
In the same time Vivian was talking to the people of Sylvia-II I went to Manfred and told him that he should pass by to discuss some serious points relating to Frank’s house. He promised to pass by in the morning.
After ‘Happy Hour’ at Club Nautico, I went to the Internet-cafe to send Frank a mail explaining him the situation. It boiled down to the question who he wanted to give the saying of the house.
It is all getting a bit itchy. I have to defend my values, a friends property in a country that is not my own against a person that made his profession out of paperwork in this country. Morally he has no leg to stand on but when it comes to the point of paperwork and legality he is of course much better armed.
This night, just before we left for the boat we locked about every lock that we saw. The sleeping rooms are locked, the front-door is locked and the gate is locked. Manfred has the keys of the gate and of the front door, so he can enter the house when he wants, but he will find it hard to let people sleep there. The sleeping rooms are locked and we have the only keys to those doors.
What a situation.
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