Laundry has continued to be my nemesis out here. I’ve done plenty of washes in a bucket with a plunger, but try as I may, they never seem as fresh as they do with a good old fashion washing machine. Not to mention, washing machines are few and far between out here. In Bonaire I had to lug 25 kilos of dirty laundry 2 miles on our scooter to find a commercial laundry. In Grenada there were two machines that you could only fill half way and there was always a huge line of people waiting to use them. In French Guiana we had the small marina do our laundry for us (the only option there) and they told us they had never done so much laundry. While all of these options were preferable to hand washing, they still required a dingy ride and at least some amount of lugging dirty laundry through town (the “growing like weeds” boys are finally able to really help me on that front). Laundry in town also requires a very slow dingy ride back to the boat; avoiding spray, and balancing a large clean load of laundry precariously on the dingy seat, trying to avoid a fall in the perpetually wet inner dingy. So, to be in a marina (no dingy rides) with not one, but two machines, virtually no one else using them and on top of that ridiculously cheap ($2 a load, compared to as high as $10 in other places) Mama is in heaven. I know, how 1950’s of me, but somethings just make all the difference.
|You had me at hello!|