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Book - Hurricane Isabel
September
18, 2003
Sandy Hook - Red Bank
What a
day. We
got off our boat early morning after securing her to one of
the local yacht club's mooring balls for $35US, we had no
other choice. This hurricane Isabel will cost us some cash,
but at least me and Johannes are out of the vailant waters.
We walked
to BK restaurant. AGAIN may I ad. After consuming a whopper
Johannes sliped out to snoop out some cheap motels and I wa
working on this amazing webpage. Gosh it takes a lot of time!
I hope there is someone else besides Laurie who reads this
stuff now and then... My family is all Polish so maybe I should
write this in Polish instead? I think Johannes has simmilar
thoughts and we may end up puting couple of more language
versions. More work?! Gosh.
Johannes
came back after few hours as the motel was a piece away. He
met some peculiar fella in the motel who gave him a ride back.
Friendly dude, very nice in a way but gosh, every few minutes
he had to announce to everything that moves that he is a practicing
homosexual. Now I am wandering if I should even write on our
webpage events of this day, but they were so bazar that I
wouldn't deprive my friends of this day's report.
The dude's
name was Christopher, he was 55 and was doing some photograpy
work. He would talk to everybody and in a way one may have
envy him this conversentional skil. He offered us a ride to
check out another motel. He was a friendly chap so we end
up driving with him back to the marina to see what's going
down there. My heart almost sank when I saw my beautifull
little boat being yanked up and down by howeling winds and
vailant waves. It was blowing a good gale and you could see
streaks of foam on the water. It was almost hard to stand
up straight and sad to lok at the few boats left in the water
being trashed by the seas.
Christopher
offered to drive us to the librairy after dinner. We went
to a local pig out and I noticed that gay people seems to
be better tipers than us poor Christian folks. He was talking
all the time so in a way we were able to have a look into
his life a little bit. Christopher was very intelectual but
also we felt like he was hunted in his mind and had a rough
past and lots of bitterness. I hope he wouldn't mind me saying
that. He was a very friendly man and we liked him and felt
a bit sorry at the same time when we witnessed some of his
emotions coming up to the surface. Christopher, wherever you
are, you are in our prayers and we're glad we have met you.
Anywho.
After dinner it was a bit too late for the library and we
felt like we can't afford some $70 for a motel. pitching a
tent in the dark in a town which we don't know wasn't on our
happy list either so when Christopher offered u to crash a
floor in his motel room we accepted his offer even though
you may feel reading this that the whole thing was a bit too
bazar. Well we have prayed for a place to stay the night and
there it was.
Before
checking in the motel we followed Chris to the bar for a beer.
As soon as we got to the bar one drunk girl was making moves
on us, particularly on Johannes inviting us to seek shelter
from the storm at her house and asking Johannes if she could
kiss him, if only once. Now this day was getting weirder by
the minute. I guess in a way we lived a sheltered life for
the most part in a Christian circles and for the last few
years lost touch with the world out there. Somehow Johannes
with Christopher's help managed to discourage the girl and
she took off. Thankfully this didn't start any brawl in the
bar which we were afraid this girl may get us into. Christopher
got ahold of the jukebox, selected few tunes which ruined
bar's rough atmosphere, we finished our beer and took off.
It was
getting late and I just wanted to crash somewhere. We had
the tent and we had our sleeping bags as well, but this storm
outside was a bit too much and the floor of the motel room
sounded better each time i thought about it.
We arrived
at the motel and Christopher managed to get a suite with two
rooms and three beds. Can you believe that? In the middle
of the storm we had a room to ourselves and each slept in
a big, soft, clean, snuggy, warm, cousy bed!
Chris
had his own room and Johannes seeemed to be relieved a relaxed
a bit as well :)
(M)
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