Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Not My Dog

When we arrived here there were new puppies from a yard dog. Trinda and son=me of the other girls started feeding and messing with them. Pepe took one home to his house fior a guard dog. Another cruiser took this one down to the vet for neutering and shots. But no one claims the black dog.

He is friendly and nice, loves attention and has even learned a few tricks. Hi-five is the worker boys favoriet trick with him. They normally completely ignore dogs, but since we domesticated this one they all like him.  BUT me!
Blackie - alias: Not My Dog
We are back to painting again. Maybe the last coat of primer before the glossy white and non-skid on the deck.

Every coat of paint or varnish has come with the muddy foot prints of a certain black dog, Blackie, also known as "Not my dog!". He is sure Trinda is going to feed him as soon as the paint compressor stops.

The not so dog proof barrier.

At first just the lower of the Styrofoam blocks was enough to deter him a while. But he soon learned to wiggle underneath. A bungee tied across the top stopped that.  Just to be replaced by carefully jumping over and landing on the narrow catwalk to the boat.

The first iteration of the double Styrofoam only lasted till the tide went out. The end of the catwalk came up and pushed the stack over.

Today the stack is well tied and with a bungee too. But a little rain, thunder and lightning, I don't have high hopes for a clean deck in the morning for the first coat of finish paint.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Bike Accident in Philippines

Motorcycle trip to town (Cebu, 35km away) today. Greg noticed his front tire needed air, so we drove kinda on the shoulder at about 40 kph. Instead of our usual 60kph, dodging tricycles and jeepney/minivans.

We got about 11 kilometers away. Greg noticed a gas station on the left so slowed to make a left turn into it. A couple on small bike had deciced we were too slow so was in the process of passing me (over-taking they say) and didn't notice Greg slowing to turn. He had his signal on and slowed enough to put a foot down when they hit his rear tire and lost control. Crash! Including faceplant and really messed up little finger. No helmet, shoes, gloves, long pants, jackets or brains, or even attention. He was talking to his wife/other on the back when he hit Greg's tire. He first thought about passing in the on-coming traffic lane, then changed his mind to go behind him. Indecision is a bitch. The highways are full of flat squirrels!

Greg pulled on into the station, I pulled on to the right side a while then into the station too. The other guy sat in the street crying and his wife hugging him and crying too till the police and the ambulance came. He did have road rash around his eye, arm and his little finger looked bad. His bike was not very damaged, only cosmetic and the mirror. After a while more telling their story in filipino, they were off in the ambulance to see about his hang nail.

The police asked Greg to follow them to the station in Compestella. I followed too. They took a statement and the said to wait. The chief sat with his phone and dual ear-phones on the whole time, only taking them out to talk to another officer in Filipino occasionally. Sometimes talking to us and sometimes to the mic on the headset. He did come out and inspect the bikes and asked how it happened. He pointed out the scuff mark on Greg's rear finder as the only place the other bike had hit. From behind. We talked about the lack of training and following of traffic rules here some.

After an hour or so I got tried and asked if there was something I could do. "No, go on." was all I got. So I went on to town and did the shopping Greg and I had planned. He was released, without drivers license a couple hours later.

I went ahead and shopped for both of us and then started home. After I passed Compestella, two of the first officers, on a bike started to pass and recognized me. I stopped and waved them over to ask about Greg. But they asked first about his phone number. Seems they neglected to get it. Then they asked me to call him and request he return to the station for the investigation, as the 'victim' had been released from the hospital and was at the police office.

I headed on toward home, but when I saw Greg, he asked if I would come back to the police office, as a witness for his side. I had Big Mac's for friends (that haven't learned that McDonald's will make you fat) getting cold, but I turned around and went back with Greg.

The other guy, the 'victim', had brought his English speaking daughter who pretended to know all about the accident. The chief told her several times to stop talking and sit, as she wasn't a witness. The victim did a good act of drugged and in pain. I noticed the officer also had a large scar on his forehead from a past accident, most likely on a bike.

He drew chalk marks on his desk describing the hyway. Then produced two toy cars and two motorcycles and asked each of us to show the accident. Of course Greg and I had one version, but they had a different one. Their's did not match the damage to the bikes though. After an hour of this we went outside, positioned the bikes in the parking lot and went through it again. It was obvious the chief favored Greg's story. Back inside he lectured the victim about how one is supposed to make a left turn across the traffic and what the vehicles behind are supposed to do, about 10 times. His wife still didn't get it.

Finally he got out the drivers licenses and pushed them across the desk. Then he asked about the hospital costs. They said more than 10,000 pesos, but couldn't produce a receipt. He finally suggested Greg offer 4000P even though he was not at fault. Greg agreed. But he only had 3000. Young daughter piped up with "His friend should loan the rest."

I said "Hell no! You follow too close, don't wear the required helmet, shoes, etc don't pay attention and rear-end someone, get hurt, YOU are liable for the damages!" The chief told me to loan Greg the money. OK. We left.

All finished, no future obligations, the officers remember my name... Probably a good thing.

The foreigner has money and will always pay, even when right. Just less than $100 USD, and no damage to the bike, but ruined a shopping day in the big city. I have been wishing for a dash cam. It would have come in handy today, if I had looked the right direction at the right time. But it might have shown how quickly Greg changed his mind about turning left at the station too.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Update on the New Stove

I never did post a picture of the finish installed new stove. We have used it a lot and obviously have gotten it dirty already. The gimbal seems to work OK. There is not much room for it though. We'll have to wait till we are sailing to find out for sure.

The thermostat for the oven works good. But the painted on temperature settings have rubbed off already. Thats OK though, cause they were in Centigrade and didn't help that much. I have bought a digital thermometer for it, but haven't had time to install it yet.

The white cord going up the back is for a 12volt to 220volt inverter to run the oven light, rotisserie motor and the spark igniter for the burners.

The stainless bar across in front of the knobs is there to keep you from falling onto the stove when the boat rocks. The companion way steps behind give a convenient rest on the opposite side. It makes the kitchen a cozy one person affair.

When we lowered the shelf below the stove to let it sit at counter level it made it pretty low. Trinda decided it needed to be a pullout drawer so she could reach it.. $20 materials and a week and a half for two guys makes a $150 drawer. But it is white inside so you can see the pots. Ha ha ha. And it rolls out nice. It really didn't need to be 1/2" fiberglass to hold those little pots.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Trinda's Birthday

We had dinner out for Trinda's birthday. The banner was quite a surprise. She wanted crispy pata, which is a local specialty. It is a pork leg, boiled till tender. Then deep fried till the skin is crispy. It is actually pretty good.
Of course she blew out the candles on he cake. Not like they were all there....

We made a "Key Lime Pie" but with a recipe adapted for the local limes, called calamanse. They are smaller than key limes and maybe a little sweeter. It took more than 40 to get the required 1/2 cup of juice. But it was well worth it!

Friday, February 26, 2016

New Hard Dodger for the Katie Lee

We are making progress I guess. The new dodger is taking shape. I hope it is not too big. We wanted more shade and protection form the rain.
Oh, ignore the dates, the camera is confused and I can't fix it. This is still 2016!

You may also notice the hull is not so dark green as before. Not to worry, this awful color is only primer. However we have not picked the final color, or even the scheme. We both want to stick with a green, but light pastel or medium bright green are the extremes. I plan to paint the trim teak with an epoxy paint a contrasting color. Thinking about a deep maroon which reminds me of the teak, or a dark forest green. Still taking suggestions about the space on the side above the rub rail that used to be teak. Should it be darker, lighter or the same color as the rest? The deck and cabin-top will remain bright white as before.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

A New Range

I'm sure you all have heard us grip about the stove. I broke the oven thermostat so it is very difficult to set a temperature. And the burner caps have rusted away so the flame doesn't come out right. Also the thermocouple for the small burner quit so it will not stay lit. Not to mention it is a little dirty. Was a Force10, new in 1998, burners obsolete in 2001. An it wouldn't cook a cake or bread without a couple fire bricks in the oven to stabilize the temp.

1998 Force 10

I searched everywhere and finally chose this one. An Ariston apartment model. Very few stoves this size have the safety thermocouple for each top burner. We have to have it for the boat because the wind often blows out the fire. And we don't want to explode....
On the show room floor

Rear view
It does have one minor problem though, it is about 8 inches too tall! The width and depth are just fine. That fancy glass top/cover will not fit either. The electric cord coming out the back is for the spark lighter, oven light and rotisserie. BUT it is for 220volts... Well I'll figure something out. Rotisseries are just a clever way to burn grease all over the oven!

The drawer below is for storing extra pots and pans, don't need that. Tin snips should take care if the height issue.

The two stoves have been sitting on the settee for the past week. When I cut the bottom drawer off, the stove was still 3 inches too tall.
Sharing parts. Waiting on the settee.
The "hob rack" (didn't know that was what it is) for the new stove is a conventional black iron grill that slides around even on shore. I took the grill off the old stove and mounted where the fancy glass top was. Now the pot holder brackets will fit too. Moving the gimbal mount brackets was easy too, just bolts in the sheet metal sides.

 So Temmy is lowering the bottom shelf under the stove so it will fit.

Removing the stainless steel liner on the shelf below the stove.

Almost done, but not quite.

Bike Trip to Comotes Islands

We took a bike trip to Comotes Islands with Greg & Grace and George & Jean. We only stayed one night in a hotel, so the girls said we didn't stay long enough. Everyone wants to go back again and stay longer.

We drove pretty much laa around one of the islands, but only a little on the second.
A lookout point

We anchored for the day there 4 years ago with the boys from Drydock.

Lunch at an American Bistro?