Saturday was a quiet day. I like quiet days. I can think about things while doing stuff on the ship.
Based on the severity of the thunderstorm and accompanying rain that hit the island on the previous Sunday, I had expected that I would be lugging around a lot of full rain buckets. To my delight, I found that most of them were empty. (Another board member beat me to it.)
I did find a few with water in them. The one in the lazarette had the most:
Before leaving the area, I took a self-portrait:
Not sure why…I usually try to avoid cameras. Just amusing myself, I guess.
On deck, there were a few new things to deal with.
I found a rock on the starboard side near the ladder up to the poop deck. I don’t remember seeing it there before, so someone must have thrown it aboard recently. It wasn’t a very happy rock, as it had split into two pieces. The smaller piece was a few feet away.
The weed that was growing on the fo’c'sle head was bothering me, so I tried to remove it. It was too tough to pull out, so I just cut it. It will sprout up again, no doubt. The one in the fo’c'sle was easier to handle.
Another day, a new set of measurements. Six points this time—three on each side of the ship.
While looking for good locations to take the measurements from, I noticed that the electrical cable supplying power to the ship, was getting a little chafed where it crossed the top of the bulwark. Note to self: Work on chafing gear if Paul approves.
The view from the fo’c'sle head is great. I saw a bunch of police cars and officers:
My first thought was that they were filming an episode of Hawaii Five-O (they’ve filmed in the area before), but they were the real deal. I don’t know what was going on.
After the police left, I was sitting on the anchor, minding my own business and contemplating life, when I saw a gentleman and a very young girl feeding fish. What’s wrong with that you ask? They were standing in a rather dangerous area between a set of the ship’s mooring lines and a metal barricade (visible in the photo above). There are barricades there for a reason.
I got a chance to use my hailing voice (ha!) and politely asked them not to stand there.
Here’s another view:
They were standing just to the left of the lines, at the edge of the concrete. It wasn’t a rough day, so the lines weren’t moving a whole lot. Still…
The rest of the day was uneventful.
Shonan Maru’s chafing gear and rat guards:
Manoa turning in front of Aloha Tower: