A spectacular orange and red sunrise started the day followed by a couple of fried egg sandwiches.
When I entered this country I only expected to be here for a week. Unfortunately, that is the amount of time I was afforded. So I had to visit immigration, file for an extension and pay a fee of $50 Bz for the privilege. The whole process took about five minutes.
Bryan and I walked the length of town visiting every hardware store, gas station and chino (the grocery stores are usually owned and operated by the Chinese). One store had some metric tools but nobody had a 5 mm socket. We walked down to the airport and inquired as to the cost of visiting other parts of this country. I assure you, Independence is not a place to hang out. We stocked up on fixings for spaghetti at the final store and came back to the Marina.
Bryan phoned around and Steve agreed to deliver his socket set. The carbs on the motor were worked on and the engine roared to life with the first pull. We were hoping to get our hands on some Sea Foam, an amazing product that clears injectors, valves and carbon deposits. Philip thought he had some at the shop but was unable to locate the can. More puttering around and reading; another hot, boring day in the tropics. A man could quickly learn to loathe this place.
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