St. Maarten Redux

We returned to St. Maarten a few days ago to bunker the cruise ships there. It's a beautiful place as seen from land or sea. We're getting run down though, all the same, from the nature of the work here. Ship-to-ship fuel transfers in exposed, high seas are taxing, dangerous work. I find it exhilirating, but holy-o-dogshit is it taxing. Another week and a half and I will be on my way home to decompress.

At any rate, sleep and calm seas are a difficult-to-source commodity. As suck I will leave you with a picture or two in lieu of more banal talk...

 My lovely new wig is made of puddening, de-braided rope used to cover bumpers so they don't leave marks on ship hulls. The headgear you see there weighed a solid 50-60lbs.

 a VLCC, Very Large Crude Carrier, larger, heavier and wider than the Empire State Building. In the swells that built up that night, we would be eyeball-to-eyeball with the guys on deck one moment, the next be staring at the paint 10 feet under the waterline.

Port of Spain, St. Maarten.