Boats and Beaches World Tour: Nigeria Trip -- Move Aboard Tomorrow

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Nigeria Trip -- Move Aboard Tomorrow

My part of the Nigeria trip is finally getting started. The local repair shop caused many of the delays in order to squeeze the foreign owner for more money. The owner changed boat managers and things are moving better. Will probably leave Biloxi, Mississippi, around January 20 and arrive in Bridgetown, Barbados, about January 27, which should allow us to reach Lagos, Nigeria, sometime around February 22. Over the next few days, we will concentrate on tracing and marking all the fuel, water, and electrical systems on the boat so that we can repair them at sea, along with a general cleanup of the boat and stockage of fuel, water, and food.

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