The weather continues to be absolutely superb. Today is in the low seventies, with broken clouds. In the morning I start out with socks and jeans and by 10  I am back in shorts bare feet and T-Shirt. So, it was a perfect ride to Ciuperceni Vechi to find the mechanic. It is another attractive country village with unpaved streets. The 9 k.m. ride paralleled the Danube to the S.E. Fane was working out of a workshop that would be too small to park a Smart Car. But he appears to know what he is doing. The way he checked the injectors was a crude piston hand pump with which he pressed fuel through them. Two were good, one so-so and one bad. Marion had possibly used the same gizmo but he gave me three back of which the so-so one actually turned out to be good and vice-versa. I had discovered that two days ago already but that still did not solve the problem. Fane thinks it has to be the injection pump and he is coming to the boat tomorrow. He speaks enough German to make sense.

But for the experts: here is what I discovered when I removed the injectors today. The aft one was nice and clean and had diesel fuel on it when I pulled it. The forward one was totally covered with an oily feeling black carbon. Does this give a clue to anyone? This was not the case when I had them both out on Sunday.

I have found a new name for a second mechanic. Marian just seems to have his own agenda. I also have an address, 8 k.m. out of town, that can test and clean my injectors. I’ll be on my way.

Twin brother, Jan, found a partially reconditioned Yanmar 2 GM for sale in Holland.

Some of the sojourners from the beginning of my voyage might remember my comments about the American exports I had to listen to on my local radio stations in the Pacific. Right now one of the top hits on the radio stations here is: ” I want to be a billionaire, so f…..ing bad” When I heard it at first I thought that possibly my hearing had gone the same way as my right eye. There are two versions, the one you hear is “fricking bad” but the very same singer sings the export version. Just 10 seconds ago, after I started typing this, its on the radio again. Ad Nauseum! There are plenty of rap songs as well with the “F” word. Most of the D.J.’s here probably have no idea what is being sung.