Just touching base. We got into Kupong this afternoon after a long haul to get here. The town lies perched, a haphazard jumble, on top of frozen waves of dark basalt. Mr. Christian's castaways are no where in evidence. Most definitely an Asian feel to the place. The call to prayer is loud and embracing.
Only one other cruiser here - a boat from Finland named Melina. Hopefully Customs and the lot will come tomorrow, as the larder is getting kind of bare. Could stock up as deeply as we like, and now we are dreaming of food in all its glorious possibilities.
Owen
10 09.492 S
123 34.570 E
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