In Pohnpei even refueling becomes kind of special.

After breakfast we took with MaRe’s four 20 l key cans.

We docked the tender at a free corner of the marina. When we were about starting to walk, a car with two men working for Kumer stopped and gave us a lift to the fuel station.

During the last days, the gallon price went up by about 60 USD cent and was at USD 5.95 / US Gallon (~ EUR 1.3 / l). An excellent price considering the “great success” of the Middle East Nazis” and the great warrior DJ Dump concerning authoritarian regime in Iran.

“Only cash, no cards” we were friendly advices. The next ATM was not far away. I got cash without any problem. (Tobi had about 2 weeks ago some problems.)

On the way back we stopped at a street shop for lunch boxes. The offer was good, so the decision difficult. Finally we took a big box of charcoal grilled chicken, breadfruit, and mashed bananas with coconuts milk to be eaten on board.

When we just wanted to walk back, we saw a friendly guy from the fuel station entering a car. I asked him if he could give us a lift back to the fuel station. The lady driver said immediately, “Get in”. It turned out that she is Kumer’s elder sister and the young guy her son. The island is so small!

Back to the fuel station, I paid. Ready to go, but no car. Tobi tried the sail ties over his shoulders. He felt comfortable. I also tried it but decided I don’t want to walk back almost one kilometer carrying 2 x 20 l of diesel with a steep slope at the end.

Tobi started walking I waited for a taxi. 2 USD taxi fee even I considered as cheap enough.

The young man of the fuel station, Kumers nephew, wanted to get me a car. When a taxi came it didn’t want to take my two 20 l jerry cans. However, another car driver with a pickup overheard the conversation, called me and gave me a lift into the marina. “On the island we stick together” was his explanation. We had a nice where-from-where-to conversation during the short drive, which was very comfortable compared to carrying the diesel.

We filled the fuel in and had a lunch break. The local food we bought was excellent.

Then we took off for round two. At the marina, Warden, another relative of Kumer, gave us a ride to the fuel station, waited there, and brought us back to the marina. It is our lucky day.

For the third run, we had to walk to the fuel station. With empty jerry cans, it was easy.

For the way back, we got a lift by a guy who works for Kumer and knows us. It is our lucky day.

With two jerry cans left full, MaRe’s diesel tank was filled and we carry 40 l diesel as reserve.

Break with coffee and the delicious cinnamon rolls we did not buy at the shop we passed…