Day 22 - Still a Buddy

The next day Buddy turned up as promised and took us down to the gas station.
We only filled up the trikes tank halfway. The short strip meant the takeoff was going to require as less weight as possible. Buddy was with us on our mission all the way, and even went as far as mowing the grass airstrip that day so to allow for a quicker takeoff. (Good old Southern hospitality).

Being so close to Panama City Beach, Buddy was good enough to drop us off there for the day and kindly offered to come and pick us up as well. We needed time to relax and mind you we had had a few that day at the local bar over lunch.

In no rush to leave, we decided to stay one more night in the boat. However, Buddy insisted we stayed at his house which was only a golf buggy ride away. We went over there for dinner, a good chat and slept a full night. How great it is to share our little adventure with our new mate Buddy who was so interested and supportive. Again we were blown away by people’s hospitality.

Life living out of airstrips. Washing day ! Who says kingposts and lufflines are useless !!!