and finely decided that it's the ram. It looks like it's sucking air. We bled the system until we were blue in the face and couldn't get the air out. We finely disconnected the ram and ran it manually with some jumpers and we still couldn't get it free of air. The next step is getting one sent down from Florida. At least it will give us some time to visit some of my old haunts from 25 years ago. I heard from one of the dock workers that Dominican Joe's bar is still there in down town Puerto Platta! That will be one stop for sure. It's probably one of the seediest places in the northern hemisphere and who says that you can never go back? Let's see, the last time I was there I got mugged. Do I really want to go back? I'll have to give that some thought. I think the number of mopeds has multiplied by a factor of 10. That's no surprise but I was still stunned by the number and the way they drive them. They remind you of Bees. I want to go up and see fort San Felipe as well. My friend landed on the reef right under it and we spent all night getting her pulled off. Good times! When we sailed past the entrance in broad daylight I still couldn't pick out the range. Crap, in twenty five years you would have thought that they might have fixed it. Ocean World has a much better entrance!