Dec 30Today marked Domino's second outing: back up the river to Mariano Roqué Alonso, where we anchored and had sandwiches, in between more sea trials and maneuvers, before returning to our side-tie at the Asuncion YC. (Catching the eye of all the top Navy brass along the way, who waved and cooed 'Hi Marie' as we zipped by ... )
The boat is amazing and I continue to be in awe of JP and Marie: they never intended to build a boat themselves, but they did; they never intended to move to Paraguay for three years, but they have; and they embraced it all -- with tenacity, skill and mighty fine humor; and now they have an incredibly classy, fast, comfy catamaran to play with for years to come.
No-one loves Domino more than our little crocodile, who seems to have taken up residence beneath the double-wide hull.
Last night, as I finally put my head on my pillow in my subterranean bunk (swathed in mosquito netting) I heard a strange buzzing noise I took, at first, for some sort of pump. But it kept moving: to port … aft … louder … softer … until I realized: it was the crocodile love song, right beneath Domino's hulls.
Our little caiman ( "yacare" - pron. jah-ka-ray ) isn't too handsome: his bulgy eyes and crusty snout are all we can see as he paddles around the basin. But he ceaselessly calls his mate to courtship, with a vibrating bellow that rumbles his scales so vigorously, the surface of the water dances with excitement.
PHOTOS: Little croc; Marie checks documents while Norman and Danny cruise; the Rio Paraguay -- amazing juxtaposition of beauty and filth
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