Another coat of paint on Bob.
Drilling and threading the bow and stern eyes.
Omo earns her stripes.
Routing in the dhow eye.
7:30 pm, four weeks out. Done.
And last night, the formal christening. A bottle of Bruce’s grandpa’s favorite whiskey for Bob.
And a scary bottle of Ethiopian gin from our 1986 Omo River trip, for Omo.
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.