Cape Girardeau - cont

We took a taxi back to the river with the full fuel cans. The driver had an impressive spiderweb tattooed on his left elbow. He had just moved to Cape G 2 days ago. His wife had just told him she was pregnant. We hopped out congratulating him on the news and tipped well.

We motored over to the other bank of the night running the boat up onto the sand. James, Tenzin & Bobby leapt off to run the anchor lines in. The landed up to their thighs in thick, smelly mud cleverly disguised as beach sand.

We dropped the mosquito netting. 66 miles for the day. GPS shows 645 as trip total.

The Botsies prepared fried onions, beans, tomatoes and some sort of Soviet-style sausage. Lynne's weather radio forecast of possible showers for the region.

We decided to all crash on the lower deck.....Bobby & I on our foam mattresses. "It takes a lot of energy just watchin!" James said as he yawned.