Still stuck in Ganges, it's a wonderful place but i spent the day waiting for mechanic to appear (he promised "morning", finally arrived late afternoon, which was making me very tense).

Meanwhile rich boat after rich boat arrived, which also made me nervous, since i'm a poor boat. (You can barely see my tiny craft, middle right.)

1 of the arrivals strolled by, we talked, i explained i was waiting for mechanic who hadnt showed as promised. He joked: o you're from the States. Meaning: you're impatient. We're not in a rush here.

Well, truly, i'm not in a rush, but when someone says they'll meet you at a certain time, i think that's what they mean. Foolish me.

But Dave's a really nice guy and works really hard. He switched a few wires around and now it charges. But it's back to charging too much. He thinks it's because of corroded connections, so he re-made several connection ends, and put in a new main battery-selector switch.

But that didnt finally fix it so far. He'll be back tomorrow.

A problem will be paying him. Of course i worry how much the charge, but he (freelance) doesnt do credit cards. So: get a credit card cash advance, with attendant fees and interest? Or Paypal/XOOM? Or... ?

(To his considerable credit, he doesnt seem the least concerned that i mite just skip out tonite.)

Weather continues uncomfortably hot, exquisitely beautiful.

As a teenager, my best friend was Canadian, and i must've picked up and retained his mannerisms, because over the decades many people have asked me if *i* am Canadian. Now, here, i constantly catch myself talking in their words and tone, eh? Yeah-yeah. OUt, abOUt. And i have an irrational fear they'll think i'm making fun. I'm not. It really is the way i talk. I think?

i really want to get moving on.