The first white slip to cross my bow today was a message saying that Mrs Rodiers -80 freezer packed in over night and is thawing. Unbelievable.
The agent, myself and el Capitano jump in a car to set of to meet with her.
Mrs Rodier is lovely and agreed to give us the freezer as long as we can get it fixed in the next 6 hours. We gave her a bottle of wine and a Kaharoa cap. She was pleased, as were we.
Agent call fridgeman “we need another -80 freezer fixed”. I presume this was met with an incredibly long sigh. Firdge man appears and gets to it.
While we were in Mrs Rodeir’s lab we saw she had liquid nitrogen dewers. We said “can we have that too?”. She said “oui”.
Sorted. Back in the game.
Agent gets on the blower to big French woman to get the dewars filled, fridge man is replacing a motor in the -80 freezer and now there is nothing to do but wait.
While all this was going on, it seemed rude not to buy some New Caledonian lava lavas. There after designed to be worn in extreme heat. We donned the lava lavas with great amusement until the dewers and the -80 arrived. Nothing can stop us now.
The -80 has a French plug on it……argh.
Anyway, with all that sorted the boys were getting the gangway ready to embark so myself and young Ryan took the opportunity to ‘take New Caledonia for Old Caledonia’. We ran down the gangway and hammered a Scottish Rampant Lion flag into the shore and then scurried back on the ship before the harbour security saw us. A lasting tribute to our time here.
Still no word from beefman.
By a slightly delayed 1700 h, we embarked and set a course through the coral systems of the South New Caledonia for the Loyalty Islands, which beyond lies the New Hebrides Trench. At last.