Tied up in Santa Cruz de la Palma astern of a German three-masted barque, Alexander von Humboldt.
Into town to celebrate the climax of festivities connected with the return home of those who emigrated to South America and struck it rich. What a climax! 14 tons (sic) of talcum powder (unperfumed variety) have been publicly distributed to local citizenry to bomb themselves and unsuspecting visitors. Everyone, but everyone dressed in 1930's/1940's white colonial dress (shades of 'Our man in Havana' and 'Casablanca').
By 1800 the whole town including citizenry and visitors are blanched and swaying from excessive brandy et al. We, and especially wheelies, provoke lots of interest from (hopefully temporary?) transvestites, pseudo 'black'
mammas and local citizenry in general. Dancing and cacophony in streets where any movement forward or back is well nigh impossible. We all tell our life stories 101 times in pigeon 'Canary'/ unsteady English.
The following morning: The great clear up! wheel chairs vacuumed, decks scrubbed (yet again). not a spec of talc remains! Aghast to see that a large cruise ship has come into harbour. German friends on Alexander von Humboldt have wisely slunk out, 2600 passengers disgorge. Coaches arrive to whisk clients away of their spare cash. A few envious looks, we feel so superior and very glad to be in Tenacious.