It's amazing how the simple act of getting fuel can take on cultural significance. Two cases stand out to me.Yes indeed
I’ve often taken fuel out of steel barrels from a Panga or out of a pickup truck with a 1000 liter fuel cube in its bed
it is what it is
but when calculating fuel burn consider fuel quality …cetane , sulphur and oxidation
One was getting fuel in Uligamu at the northern tip of the Maldives. Sand streets, one phone booth, no electricity for the most part.
We didn't really need fuel, but another boat did, so we agreed with a couple of locals to buy a 55 gallon drum of fuel. They disappeared over the horizon in a skiff, and returned in a couple of hours, rolling the drum through the surf onto the beach.
Stood the drum upright, got the sand off it, and inserted a small hand pump. They pumped it--one liter at a time--into a calibrated brass container, which we then dumped into our jerry jugs.
The whole procedure took most of a day, with a lot of the villagers standing around watching the process.
The other was at a brand-new under-construction luxury resort in southern Egypt. It was so new the marina had no docks, cleats, or bollards. We tied to lamp posts next to the concrete quay.
The American-educated brothers building the resort promised us fuel. It showed up the next day in the form of a small tank in a donkey cart.
Be aware that a nice marina is no guarantee of good fuel. The only place I know I got bad fuel was in one of the fanciest marinas in the USVI.