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Hi all. So, how does a yacht get water into its tanks? Well, it's pretty easy to do when you drive the yacht itself, up to a fuel dock. There is, almost always, a water hose available for public use. In this case, at the Power Boats fuel dock, the water is free. So, you can fill up with diesel, and fill up your water tanks at the same time. Most people, in my experience, don't actually drink the water from the boat's tanks, instead they drink bottled water, or the water that is made by the watermaker. The water from the tanks is usually used for washing dishes, brushing teeth, and showering. In our case, the vessel has a water-holding capacity of 300 litres. Each of the blue jugs you see in the photos holds 24.6 litres, so it takes 3 dinghy runs to the fuel dock to fill up. So, a 'water run' entails putting the 4 empty jugs into the dinghy, driving over to the fuel dock, getting out of the dinghy, turning the water on, and pulling the hose into the dinghy. Then you sit there until each of the jugs if filled, turn off the water, put the hose away neatly, and drive back to the boat with your precious cargo. Then you hoist the full jugs up to someone that's on board, then you unscrew the water cap and pour the water in. Simple as that. Even with a full tank of water, though, we still take meager showers, which means wet down, turn the water off, soap up and do your thing, then rinse off. You'd be surprised how far you can stretch 300 litres of water.
The photo showing the people sitting around a table are a few of the yacht owners who got together for dinner and drinks. Besides Horst, and his wife, Eva, I only had the chance meet and chat with Bridgette, the lady on the left. Anyway, here is a hilarious story, told to me a year ago, by Horst. He was having dinner on a friend's yacht, one evening. Typically, you get to know the other boaters around you, and often you become good friends and end up dining on each others' vessels. The night in question was such a night. There was a great dinner served and everyone was having a fantastic time, swapping sailing stories, not thinking about the thieves that are sometimes waiting in the darkness. Well, after a lovely evening with their friends, Horst went to the transom (the back end of the boat) and reached for his dinghy painter (painter is the rope attached to the dinghy that is used to tie the dinghy to docks, boats, trees, etc), and that is all he found, just the painter. The dinghy that it was attached to, only a few hours ago, was gone. Someone had crept up at some point during the evening, not more than ten feet or so away from where Horst and his hosts were sitting, and cut the painter and made off with Horst's dinghy. Stealing is not cool, at any time, but when you steal a person's dinghy, you leave them stranded. It was like stealing a person's horse in the old west. Without a horse, you were dead in the water, so to speak. That's why horse theft was a hanging offence, back in the day. Also, to buy a brand new dinghy takes you into the thousands of dollars. Even to buy a decent used dinghy, it's around one thousand dollars, not including the engine. Dinghy theft, in many countries, is a big problem. Often, the prize is simply the outboard engine, and the dinghy itself is abandoned somewhere.
Back to Horst's story. Well, Horst's blood was boiling. This is a man that followed the rules his whole life, never bothers anyone, is always ready to lend a hand to friend, or stranger, pays his taxes, etc., and someone has stolen his dinghy. A very expensive dinghy. He is now stuck on his friend's yacht, in the middle of the night. Well, Horst is pissed, so he and his friend saddle up, get in the friend's dinghy, and the search is on. What were the chances that the moron who stole the dinghy was still in the area, you ask? Well, the guy really was a moron, personified, because after only ten minutes, or so, of searching, Horst spotted a medium-sized boat, floating near a bunch of weeds, with five or so dinghies attached to it. In hindsight, to Horst, it looked like the guy was working with another thief, who was currently out scouting for another dinghy to add to the hefty collection, and this other feller was waiting for him. In any case, it was immediately obvious to Horst, that this was the thief, and that one of those dinghies was his, so Horst yells out something like, "I'm gonna rip your cojones off!!" Or somewhere thereabouts. Anyway, the really, really startled and surprised guy, who was sitting in the getaway boat, casually smoking a cigarette, shits his pants, drops his cigarette, and clumsily fumbles with the engine ignition, starts it, and gives it full throttle. Now, moron's got about five dinghies attached to his boat, so he's not going anywhere fast. But he tries, doing about 1 knot. But.....here comes Horst, closing in behind him, yelling obscenities, in German, and probably giving the guy every conceivable detail about what he was going to do to him if he caught him. Well, the thief realizes there is no way he is going to get away from this 'crazy guy,' (...'ghastly, grim and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore...), so he cuts one of the painters, and one of the dinghies drops behind, allowing him to gain a tiny little bit of speed. The yelling continues, and the chase boat is still closing in. Damn, wrong dinghy! So, the idiot cuts another dinghy loose, and turns back to look, hoping that one was the right one this time. Nope. So he cuts another painter, and another dingy falls away. I don't remember much more of the story, but the thief got away with one dingy, and his cojones, and Horst got his dinghy back, and a few others, to boot. I think he was able to find the owners of the some of the other stolen dinghies and get them back to them.
You rock, Horst!