'HOLA! HOLA! HOLA!'

Puerto Baquerizo Moreno, San Cristobel, Galapagos 

'HOLA! HOLA! HOLA!'
Bangbangbangbang on the hull -bangbangbangbang

It is 6:30 in the morning and two sleepy heads poke out of the companionway.
'Hola, mira!'  meaning !look!

We look and see the back end of a very large fuel carrier bearing down on us at what appears to be a very great rate of knots. All is clear - we have to shift, and NOW!

Scurry for some clothes, fall out on to the deck and wrap up the cover, get the anchor ready for lifting, untie the wheel, turn on the engine, while this thing gets ever closer. It is indeed vast.

Then a very nice Navy man appears in a boat and asks in English if we are going to move! I say yes, just a few minutes and he very politely agrees that is a good idea. 

So off we go trundling around the bay for another spot to sit on as the fuel carrier edges backwards towards the jetty and drops its anchor from the bow before sending stern ropes ashore to be tied off. 

We were right in the middle of the path. 

We then watch as one of the water taxis drags a big string of yellow sausages around it and we suddenly twig what it was that we had seen on the jetty the night before - a barrier in case of fuel spills.

We are OK in our present spot with one exception - we have lost our wifi link. This was a bit sporadic but we managed to get hooked up to a slow service each day, but now there is nothing and we will have to run ashore again looking for a spot on the sea front. Not as easy as you would think, as we found when I was trying to post the blog that all is not well there either. And then I finally fluked being able to post it very early last Sunday morning from the boat. So it is back to our Kate and the radio email till I can get myself sorted. Even ashore last week it took 3 goes before I could even log onto my own blog - heaven knows what goes on in the ether!.

But all is not tooooooo bad - apart from the parcel that is still stuck in Ecuador and dead domestic batteries. More of that later.