What's Missing

This is not a story we wanted to tell, but it is too often part of the cruising life.  We discovered yesterday morning that our dinghy, equipped with an outboard motor, had been stolen overnight.  For those not cruising, this is equivalent to having your car stolen.  We are backed into our slip, and we raise the dinghy up on the davits, so we feel pretty safe.  This marina, like all on the river, has had dinghies and outboards taken before, but they were in the water at our dinghy dock or otherwise easily accessible.  This was the most brazen they have been since they had to board Ariel while we were sleeping to release the lift lines.  There have been several thefts recently, and based on past patterns, they are expected to intensify as the holiday season approaches.  They are only interested in the outboard, and sometimes the discarded dinghy is recovered.  So far, no word on ours.

Norm immediately had the Navy called in.  They patrol the river to prevent such incidents and will be notified if someone spots our dinghy.  They were a sight when they arrived, as they showed up in mass, heavily armed to take down the report. 

Norm then went to the police station with John, our marina manager, to file a report.  John speaks pretty good Spanish, which is absolutely essential to file the report.  Even at that, it was a struggle.  We did secure a police report to submit to our insurance company.  Norm is scheduled to travel to Puerto Barrios to meet with the police again.  After that, they would send an inspector to investigate the crime.  He doubts that he will follow through with the visit to Puerto Barrios, as he is certain the time and money expended will not lead to a recovery.

We have ordered a replacement dinghy, which will be put in a container on a ship leaving Los Angeles on October 31 with an expected arrival here in three weeks.  We have been down this road before, waiting on a container so we have proper expectations.  Norm met with the Yamaha dealer here, and if he understood enough Spanish, they can get what we want delivered from Guatemala City one day after we order it.

We guess we will still be at Monkey Bay for Thanksgiving this year.  It wasn't what we were expecting, but we just go with the flow. 

Ready For New Season

We are back in Guatemala, ready for a new season.  We have been back on Ariel just one week, but have already accomplished much.  There is always a lot of cleaning in the tropics, and the summer in particular is very harsh on a boat.  The interior was again just as we left it, protected all season by a dehumidifier.  This was our second time returning, and it was so much less stressful as we are now familiar with Guatemala City.  We were in luck this time, as John, our marina manager, was making a trip to the city, so we caught a ride back in his van, thus avoiding the scheduled five-hour bus ride.  As it was, the van ride, which should have been four to four and one-half hours, took eight hours.  As is typical on the mountain roads in Guatemala after heavy rains, many landslides were partially blocking the road.  We were extremely thankful we were not on the bus. 

We had a wonderful summer, especially our time with our grandchildren and their parents.

Lesli and Thomas - Deerfield Village 

Grandchildren - Thomas, Michael, Evelyn

Michael, Kimberly, Evelyn - Deerfield Village

Evelyn and Michael - Deerfield Village 

Grandpa and Claire - Harris Hill

Grandpa and Claire - Market St., Corning

Grandma and Claire

Last year, just before returning to Ariel, we bought some property just outside Corning, New York.  We actually completed the closing after we returned to Guatemala, so we didn't really get a chance to really know what we had.  In the mid-1800s, it was a farm, as evidenced by the remains of a stone fence around the perimeter.  It has long since been allowed to reforest.  In 1935, a hunting cabin was constructed on the site, and it was added to over the years, so that it is now a small house in need of much improvement.  There was a tenant at the time we purchased, and it appeared she was taking good care of the place, so we let her stay.  It worked well until this past spring, when she basically ran out of money.  We returned in May and started working on the issue, and finally, in August, we had her and her possessions out.

We worked very hard all summer on repairs to the house and correcting some drainage issues with the land.  We discovered that the previous owners had discarded scrap metal along one of our lanes.  We recovered almost 10,000 pounds of metal, which more than paid for the mini backhoe we needed to rent to move it. 



1982 John Deere - A Landlubber's Life

We moved in in August.  We soon found it very comfortable as a summer home, but Ariel is our primary home.

We plan to leave the river soon, first returning to the Bay islands of Honduras, and then we'll see.

Camp Calabash

Several bights with Jonesville toward the west and Calabash, a couple of miles to the east, are linked with canals.  This distance can be covered quickly in the dinghy. While in Jonesville, we went to Calabash Bight to specifically visit Turtlegrass, a new marina.  Mark and Lori have built a marina (for long-term storage) and their home at a beautiful location overlooking Calabash Bight.  They are building a cafe, but are currently prioritizing finishing their house.  Without the cafe, they are not really set up to handle cruisers.  They invited us into their home, and we also discovered that Mark produces pineapple wine commercially.  We sampled some, and it was quite good, so we bought a couple of bottles.  We left with plans to return next season once the cafe was complete and open for business.

Camp Calabash Gang

After leaving Jonesville, we went back to French Cay Harbor to provision and to catch up with friends.  One evening, a group of us was discussing ways to watch March Madness NCAA Basketball when John and Beth, off Up Jinks, suggested that maybe Mark and Lori at Turtlegrass would let us watch there.  The next morning, six boats were leaving French Cay Harbor together, headed ultimately to Calabash.  Ariel and Mobetah already had plans to go to Jonesville, so we stopped there overnight before continuing on to Calabash Bight.  Terry and Sandy on Gambit were already in Jonesville, having just returned from Guanaja, and so we wanted to see them at least one more time.  As it turned out, the whole gang that went on to Calabash came to Hole in the Wall in Jonesville later in the day, so we were all together, including Terry and Sandy and some of the expats we know in Jonesville.  Terry and Sandy had to get to French Cay Harbor to meet friends flying in, but we convinced them to come to  Calabash for at least one night to spend an evening with all of us at Turtlegrass.  So on Thursday, Gambit, Mobetah, and Ariel joined our small fleet anchored and moored just off Turtlegrass.  We planned a potluck dinner, with each boat bringing its own meat to grill.  Mark and Lori opened their home to us and set up two large flat-screen televisions for the games.  It became clear that neither of them was very much into basketball, but neither was at least half the group.

Mark and Lori with Maggie hanging with Mark

Mark and Lori's home

Little did we know that this was the beginning of what was to be known as Camp Calabash.  We began doing everything as a group.  The next day,  Gambit left, and most of us went to Pukies for lunch.  On Saturday, we again planned to watch the games at Mark and Lori's.  We were trying to be less of a burden, so we planned snacks only, but we were all outfoxed by Lori, who prepared a fabulous spaghetti dinner with homemade meat sauce.  Mark called the Reef House and made plans for Sunday dinner for all of us.  The Reef House is a dive operation that serves a family-style dinner after the dive boat returns.  They will accept additional guests if they are notified in advance.  It was a really fun time at a great location with superb food.  

Reef House  clockwise from front - Beth, Marilyn, Leeanne (standing), Greg, David (standing), John, Bill, Pat

Reef House

Camp Calabash continued with a Mexican Train dominoes tournament on Monday.  On Tuesday, our last full day at Calabash, we planned a shrimp boil to be held in the uncompleted and not open for business Turtle Cafe.  Mobetah had the propane burner, and Ariel had the large pot, and together, shrimp boils are our specialty.  We were all feeling extremely indebted to Mark and Lori for opening their home to us and helping us in so many ways.  Bill from Mobetah came in Tuesday morning with printed plans for a picnic table and then convinced Mark to let us build it with some of his spare lumber.  A few of us spent the next few hours constructing what turned out to be a very well-made and sturdy table, completing it just in time for the shrimp boil.  Lori brought down strings of white lights that they had planned to put up around the perimeter of the cafe, so we installed those.  Bill and Pat from Mobetah had gathered all the ingredients for the shrimp boil, and when it was time, Norm from Ariel did the cooking.  We essentially opened Turtlegrass Cafe well ahead of the expected grand opening date.  The shrimp boil turned out well, and it was followed up with an excellent dessert made by Leeanne from Live Sea Lee.  Beth from Up Jinks led a little Kum Ba Ya before we broke up Camp Calabash later that evening.

seated - John, Tom, Yvonne

Yvonne, David, Lisa, Doug

Mark, Lori, Leeanne, Pat, John

A Very Special Place - Jonesville

Jim and Kitty (Dreamaway) are returning to the United States to spend the summer on the Chesapeake and then next winter return to this area via Puerto Rico. As planned, they stopped briefly in Roatan to see friends they had made in past seasons before heading off to Isla Mujeres, Mexico, and then on to Key West.  We had made plans before leaving Monkey Bay, more than a month before Dreamaway, to meet them when they arrived in Roatan.  They were looking forward to introducing us to some of their friends who live on Roatan, mostly expatriates. Jim and Kitty have lived on Dreamaway for about twenty years, most of the time in Kemah, Texas, while they were both working.  A close friend of theirs, Sparky Jenkins, moved from Kemah to Roatan about fifteen years ago, and Sparky introduced Jim and Kitty to the expatriate community.  We left Port Royal as soon as we knew they were here and met up with Dreamaway in Jonesville.   We only got to spend a week with them as they were much delayed with serious boat problems, not on Dreamaway, but on their buddy boat Serenity, skippered single-handed by Paul, also from Monkey Bay.  

End of Lobster and Shrimp Season - Storing Traps

Woods Marina - Larry Woods

Typical canal through the mangroves

Jonesville in Bodgen Bight is a working seaport.  Most of the lobster boats and a couple of the shrimp boats are moored here.  Unlike the lobster boats in the US Northeast, these are constructed very similarly to, if not identical to, shrimp boats.  The shoreline is a wonderful mix of undeveloped land (very rugged), moored shrimp boats, many homes, and a few businesses.  Some of the homes have road access, but many do not, as the hillside behind the homes is too steep for road construction.

Hole In The Wall

The most successful business by far is Hole In The Wall, a purposely rough structure built on uneven piers over the water, owned and operated by Bob, a gringo.  It attracts boatloads of tourists for lunch and, on Sundays, has an all-you-can-eat lobster and steak buffet.  We now know it as Bob's Place, and late in the day, after the tourists have departed, it is a gathering place for expats and cruisers.

Don teaching the puppy (Hole In The Wall)

We are not limited to Jonesville.  There is a series of bights, beginning with Carib to the west and ending with Calabash to the east, all connected by canals wide and deep enough for small-boat traffic.  Here, travel by water is as common, if not more common, than by land.  The nearest town is Oak Ridge, where we go by dinghy to do our major shopping and banking.  For quick items like eggs or bread, Jenny has a little store just east of where we are anchored.  We found propane and fuel in Hog Pen Bight, the next bight to the east.  We were introduced to Gladys, a lady who will do laundry for cruisers.  She does laundry in her home on water days, which are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  She hangs the clothes on the line to dry.  We are very comfortable here.  There are usually about three or four cruising boats anchored, which isn't many, but our world now includes some expatriates who live here.

We had no sooner arrived in Jonesville, when Dreamaway stopped by to invite us to a luncheon later that day to celebrate Don and Yvonne's thirty-ninth wedding anniversary.  We had not yet met Don and Yvonne, but sure count us in.  Later, we found Don and Yvonne's house and tied our dinghy to their dock, which is on one of the small canals that run through the mangroves. They have a crew cab pickup truck that they brought down from the United States, and so the women rode in the cab and the men in the back.  Our little group included, besides Don and Yvonne, Jim and Kitty (Dreamaway) and their good friend Jim Bates, down to help crew the trip to Isla Mujeres; Dave (Barracha); and Larry Woods and his wife, Norma.  Larry moved down here about fifteen years ago, and Norma is a native of Honduras.  Larry runs a small marina, and Norma is a school teacher.  Norma teaches kindergarten through sixth grade in a two-room schoolhouse with forty-six children.  This lunch was a very special treat in many ways.  The ride over gave us fabulous views of both the south and north sides of the island.  The restaurant, Marble Hill Farms, was fantastic.  It is actually a resort on the north side of the island.  We spend all of our time on the more protected south side.  They have wonderful gardens there, and canned jellies.  They have a jelly tasting table, and the jellies are for sale.  After lunch and a tour of the garden and buying a few jellies, Don took us back by way of a small village on the north shore, Punta Gorda.  This is a village with Black Carib ancestry.  The Black Caribs were shipped here by the British in 1797.  We stopped in there for a couple of drinks at Pearls.

In the year 1635, two Spanish ships carrying Nigerian slaves shipwrecked on the island of St. Vincent. At first, the Spanish, Nigerians, and Kalipuna fought one another, but eventually learned to get along and intermarried, thus creating the Black Caribs.

At that time, St. Vincent was a British colony, and the Caribs tried to establish independent control of the island. The French supported the Caribs, and there were many battles between the Caribs and the British. The greatest battle took place in 1795, and both sides suffered great losses. In 1796, the Caribs and the French surrendered to the British.

The British now had a problem. The Caribs were free men with black skin, and St. Vincent was populated by slave-owning Europeans. The idea of a group of free black men living among them on the island was unacceptable, so the British decided to deport the Caribs. The British hunted down and rounded up the Caribs, killing hundreds in the process and destroying their homes and culture. The remaining 4,300 Caribs were shipped to Balliceaux, where half of them died of yellow fever.

In 1797, the surviving Caribs were shipped to Roatan Island off the coast of Honduras. Along the way, the Spanish captured one of the British ships, which was taken to Trujillo, where the captured Caribs did well. Later, the Spanish captured Roatan Island from the British. The Spanish rounded up 1,700 Caribs on the island and brought them to Trujillo, where laborers were much needed. The Spanish were not good farmers, and Trujillo suffered accordingly. On the other hand, the Caribs were very skilled at farming, so they worked hard and did very well in Trujillo. Some of the Caribs were conscripted into the Spanish army,  where they served with distinction.

Right now, Dreamaway is safely in Isla Mujueres.  We had some good times with them before they left, and we have continued to have good times with our new friends in Jonesville.  We will be leaving soon to go to La Ceiba on the mainland to pick up a shipment of parts, but we will be returning to Jonesville again this cruising season.

Yvonne (In Her Kitchen)

Jim, Jim Bates, Norm, and Dave (Don and Yvonne's Deck)

Enjoying Roatan

We spent most of a month at West End, Roatan, not leaving until after the Super Bowl.  Since leaving West End, we stopped at French Cay Harbor, by far the largest gathering place for cruisers.  French Cay Harbor, with Fantasy Island at the east end, is a well-protected anchorage.  On Fantasy Island is Fantasy Island Resort and Marina.  They very much welcome cruisers and make the facilities available even to boats in the anchorage.  We stopped here to top off our provisions.  Very close by and easily accessible is a store that offers the best provisioning in the Northwest Caribbean.  We didn't need much, but wanted to check it out since we will likely be doing some major re-provisioning next fall.  I will come back to French Cay Harbor and Fantasy Island in a future posting.

Mango Creek Lodge

We are now at Port Royal, actually Lime Cay Bight, anchored off Mango Creek Lodge.  After almost a month in West End and then a week in French Cay Harbor, we were ready to get to some place much quieter and much less crowded.  This place fits the bill perfectly.  Port Royal is well toward the eastern end of Roatan and not heavily populated.  Mango Creek Lodge is owned and operated by Terry and Patrice, Canadians, ex-cruisers who have completed a circumnavigation.  They provide free moorings, run an honor bar inside the restaurant, and if there is enough interest, their staff prepares wonderful meals.  Mango Creek Lodge offers saltwater fly-fishing packages and eco vacations.

One evening, we had five boats moored or anchored off  Mango Creek, and we all arranged for dinner.  With guests on board one of the boats, the twelve of us enjoyed good company and a fantastic meal.

It is a little difficult keeping up with the blog right now.  We are spending four months here in Honduras, moving from place to place.  Our main activities off the boat are snorkeling and socializing.  Aboard, we are both doing a lot of reading.  These activities do not make for good blog material.

Cow and Calf  (Port Royal)

Hanging Out In West End

We are definitely in full cruising mode now. There is nothing like West End, Roatan, to help get us in the proper frame of mind.  Our days typically include snorkeling, walking on the beach, or both.  We have been trying out the restaurants and, of course, getting together with fellow cruisers.

We had a fun day at Slippery Sues, a sports bar that just opened.  For the football playoff games, a couple of the boats negotiated a super deal on drink prices, and they let us bring in our dishes to pass.  Since we were staying for two games, they let us have supper brought in as well.  We had a good portion of the boats from the mooring field there.  We expect to set up something similar for the Super Bowl.

One evening, we had a dinghy drift.  We all just tied our dinghies together and floated around.  We each brought a dish to pass and our own drinks.  It was fun, but we spent a lot of time passing dishes.

The snorkeling is fantastic, and there are so many places to go that it can be new each time.

Main Street through town

Oh What A Reef

The Wrong Side of this One Would be costly.

Arriving in Roatan's West End, the first requirement is to get through the reef.  It's not difficult once the channel markers are located.  The channel markers are about four inches in diameter and about two feet tall.  One was very clearly red, the other we were uncertain about, even questioning if it was a channel marker.  We just kept hoping that Honduras observed Red Right Return (keep the red marker on your right as you return from the sea).  They do, and coming through turned out to be easy, and it was nice to start breathing again.  Behind the reef is a mooring field.  There is no longer any anchoring allowed.  This is a good thing as it protects the bottom from damage caused by anchors and, more importantly, anchor chains, which drag across the bottom as the boat swings.  West End does not look like a typical place to either moor or anchor a boat, as it is exposed to the sea on about 180 degrees.  The difference is the reef.  It breaks down the waves and makes it a comfortable location, unless there is a strong westerly wind.  With strong winds from any westerly direction, it can get very bouncy, and some boats leave and go around to the southern side of Roatan and then return after the blow.

Mooring Field - Ariel in the Center

Reef Not Apparent in Calm Seas

Reef Knocking Down the Waves in a Blow

The most beautiful part of the reef is below the surface.  The Marine Park has placed many moorings, sized for small boats and dinghies, along the reef, making it very convenient to explore.  Sorry, we do not have pictures yet from below the surface.

Bay Islands

To arrive in Guatemala last spring, we traveled in a south-southwest direction along the coast of Mexico and Belize.  Guatemala has very little coastline on the Caribbean side of the country.

Leaving Guatemala just a few days ago, we set a course to the east along the northern coast of Honduras.  Honduras juts into the Caribbean Sea.  The area of water between Belize and Honduras, with Guatemala tucked in the corner, is known as the Gulf of Honduras.

Traveling along the Honduran coast in an easterly direction is usually challenging.  Honduras is at a latitude that places it in the trade winds.  The trade winds blow from the east, so easterly travel is usually directly into the wind.

We were delayed from our planned departure, which was scheduled for right after Christmas, while waiting for favorable wind and sea conditions.  We finally found a window of light and variable winds, which was about the best we could hope for.  Our trip then from the Rio Dulce was without sails (motorboat), and true to the forecast, we had light winds which over our 24 hours of travel were from just about every point on the compass.  The seas were a foot or less, so we were happy with the conditions all around.

About 20 miles off the coast of Honduras is a string of islands, collectively known as the Bay Islands.  If you are a diver,  you are probably already aware of the Bay Islands, as they are a popular dive destination.  Going from west to east, the islands are Utila, Roatan, and Guanaja.  Roatan is the largest and most popular island for cruising boats.  While the islands are part of Honduras, both English and Spanish are spoken, with English being more predominant. The islands were controlled by the British during the colonial period. 

We stopped for a few days in Utila. We had the option to check into Honduras in Utila or Roatan.  Since this is our first time in the Bay Islands, we did not want to pass up Utila.  There were very few cruising boats there.  Utila has a reputation as a party place, and we can attest that the music is loud and lasts late into the night.  We did explore extensively and had a couple of good lunches at a restaurant called Bundo.  It seemed to have the biggest crowd, so using that as the criterion, we were not disappointed.

With heavy winds forecast, we decided to move on to Roatan.  We heard on the morning radio net that there were still three open moorings at West End, so we decided to go for it.  West End is a premier destination for cruisers.  There is no anchoring, so getting a mooring is a must.  The mooring field is in the Roatan Marine Park.  We have paid for 30 days, which is 100 USD.  The daily rate is 10 USD, so you can quickly see our logic.  It is absolutely beautiful here, and we are happy to be here.

On Our Way To Honduras

Departing Monkey Bay Marina

We are the first boat in the New Year to leave the marina to head out for the cruising season.  It is with mixed emotions that we leave.  The good news is that we will see just about everyone out at the islands this winter.  They had a potluck dinner the night before in our honor since we were leaving.

We are on our way to the island of Utila, Honduras.  It will be an overnight trip, so we will need to sharpen our skills quickly.  We will leave Livingston, Guatemala, on Thursday morning and plan to arrive in Utila, Honduras, the following day.

Christmas At Casa Guatemala

Some of you may be wondering why we are not out sailing.  For those not keeping track, we returned to the Rio Dulce in mid-October, and now it is almost the end of the year.  Actually, it is quite simple.  We stayed to get involved with the Casa Guatemala Christmas.  Casa Guatemala is an orphanage downriver, two or three miles from Monkey Bay.  Over the years, the cruising community here has done a lot to support the orphanage, especially at Christmas.  The orphanage provided us with a list of needs, so this year we did our Christmas shopping in Fronteras.  It was just as hectic as going to one of the malls back in the US, but it was a totally different experience and really rewarding as we were thinking about the kids that would be getting the presents.  Kitty (Dreamaway) offered her husband Jim to be Santa for this year's Christmas Eve celebration at the orphanage, which led to a closer relationship between us at Monkey Bay and the staff at Casa Guatemala.  We learned of a special need for girls' undergarments, so some of the Monkey Bay women spent a long afternoon on a special shopping trip after getting specific needs and sizes.  We also learned they could use some help preparing the dinner, which is served Christmas Eve, so Pat, Linda, and Jan (Jocks Lodge, staying at Catamarans) went to Backpackers Hotel and Restaurante on Christmas Eve morning to help prepare the dressing and stuff the turkeys.

Linda and Pat

Linda, Pat (s/v Mobetah), Jan (s/v Jocks Lodge), and Heather (Casa Guatemala)

Backpackers is owned by Casa Guatemala and provides employment opportunities for the older children.  Christmas Eve, Santa arrives at Casa Guatemala on a large launcha brightly decorated with lights and outfitted with reindeer and sleigh.  We arrived in the Monkey Bay launch to a large group of excited children on the piers waiting for Santa.

It is the tradition at Casa Guatemala that Santa first visits the children living at the orphanage.  He did this in one of the dormitories.  Santa handed out the gifts to each child as their name was called.

Santa delivering gifts

After this, Santa moved on to an area where the local children and their families were waiting for his arrival.  There were literally hundreds of waiting children.   When Santa arrived, the children rushed to greet him, but they soon organized themselves into a single-file line, beginning with the youngest and ending with the older children, to match the way the gifts were arranged.

Waiting to see Santa

Beverly

We wanted to do more than just be spectators, so we went to the kitchen to help out.  They serve turkey dinners to the children and staff at Casa Guatemala, but they also serve a hot tamale to each and every neighborhood child or parent who comes.  Boy, did we get busy, and it was gratifying to see they really needed our help.  Once Santa had handed out all the gifts, the masses descended upon us.  We had already prepared about 200 plates before they arrived, and then prepared more as fast as we could and handed them out at a blistering pace.  Tamales are cooked in a leaf wrap, which needs to be discarded before serving.  We had to keep bringing bowls of ice water to cool the ladies' hands as they unwrapped the tamales.  Soon the meals were eaten, and the crowd dispersed, so we cleaned up and went inside, where just about all the turkey dinners with the traditional fixings had been served.

Children of Casa Guatemala are enjoying a turkey dinner.

They had the settings ready for us, so we enjoyed some really good food with the orphanage's children.  We contributed to the cost of our meals, helped clean up, and then climbed into our launch to head back to Monkey Bay with memories we will never forget.

We plan to depart Monkey Bay Marina as soon as we can get some favorable winds.  The winds are generally from the east, and we need to go east, so it may take a little while.

A Monkey Bay Christmas

As the holiday season approached, Pat (Mobetah) suggested, and we collectively decided to buy Christmas gifts for the family who live here at the marina and look after the owner's property.  We are all close with the family, especially the children, so we really looked forward to Christmas morning.  We all delighted in watching the family open their gifts and then playing with the children for a while.

In the afternoon, we had reservations at Kangaroo Las Mexicanas Restaurante, and everyone at Monkey Bay went.  They were overwhelmed at the restaurant with the number of guests.  They had taken reservations, so they knew how much food to prepare, but with 60-some guests to feed at once, our scheduled 2:00 pm Christmas dinner of turkey, roast pork, and prawns was served at about 4:00 pm

Other than the delay, we had a relaxing time in a beautiful setting.

Terry and Sandy (Gambit II)

Art, Linda, Norm

Santa (Jim) with Marina Family

Monkey Bay John

Jim and Kitty (Dreamaway)

Arriving at Kangaroo Las Mexicanas Restaurante for Christmas Dinner

Sandy and Linda

Kitty jumped in to help at Kangaroo Las Mexicanas Restaurante.

Waiting on Dinner