Can't eat jellyfish

Somewhere on the ocean has been a strong storm.
This can be noticed at El Triple, Baja California, Mexico.
Huge waves crash on the beach of this part of the Pacific coast.
Bringing gigantic amounts of jelly fish, algae and seagrass.
Reports from a friend currently surfing on the island of Maui explain that also over there big waves roll in.
Hence, somewhere in the Pacific Ocean a storm has been of serious proportion.

Meanwhile the situation with the food supply in the Fuso Szulc is becoming precarious.
It is now the last apples, the last vegetables and the last roll of toilet paper.
Bananas, avocadoes and lettuce have been gone for some time.

Of course one learns to live with less.
To eat the black beans from the tin.
And use the bucket of water instead of toilet paper.
To learn it all doesn't matter so much.

But nevertheless, anxiously the waiting is for the arrival of friend Juaquin.
He is the guardsman of the resort on hold nearby.
Poor Juaquin had to go to town: the city of La Paz several hours from El Triple.
He had an operation on Friday at 10.00 a.m. to have hemorrhoids removed.
With him he had a list of essentials critically needed in the Fuso Szulc.
To purchase in a La Paz supermarket.
Juaquin was supposed to return to El Triple on Friday night but even on Saturday morning
his battered old Toyota pick up truck with the supplies has not shown up.

Something may have happened.
Maybe the surgeon had an off-day and slipped the scalpel in the wrong direction?
Maybe the truck broke down?
Maybe Juaquin liked it in La Paz and is still in a cantina?

But who cares?
Storms die down eventually too.




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