When we go into town, we tie up our dinghy at the very nice dinghy dock outside the customs building. Being a small island, the customs building is also the police station and local jail. We often see cars parked outside yelling up to the small barred windows, having a good conversation about family gossip or how the kids are doing in school. The recreation area of the jail is on the second floor and overlooks the main road. If you happen to walk past at rec time, the extraordinarily polite inmates will call down, usually to Gary, informing him what a lucky guy he is to have such a wonderful woman.
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| The Simpson Bay Jail/Police Station/Customs |
We often watch the big boats pass through into the lagoon when the bridge opens. Yesterday, we watched a big barge heading into the lagoon to work on the causeway. It was going to be tight, with only centermeters to spare. Unfortunately, whether there were centremetres or millimeters to spare didn't matter in the end as it hit the concrete side of the canal anyway, taking out a big chunk as it went.
We are having trouble with the Internet, another disastrous first world problem, and are having to go into a cafe to get access. Gary is finding this particularly difficult as he has to order a cake or pastry every time to justify our use of their Internet. It's a pretty hard life.
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