This is being written like the day after. The day after the amazing day before. Here is my view from where I sit sternly writing my blog. (On the stern of the yacht!)
Not bad huh.
Our day started slowly yesterday. Not too much sleep was had by too many people. The local Kuna people do not like to be photographed so apart from the dance photos we have none of the amazing clothes that the woman wear.
At 8.30 we went back on board the Stahlratte which had motored up close to the island.
And there was Ebony, lashed to the side of another GS which was lashed to the rail.
We had breakfast and then had a long wait for the immigration official to come on board and clear us from Panama. We then motored out into the Caribbean for about three hours to the islands in the photo above. I fished. I fished with energy and enthusiasm but no success. :-) Just a couple of lures dragged off the stern.
Kiwi walked around and checked out the other compaineros. Seemed ok.
It was a great trip - very smooth and soon we alongside some islands straight out of my childhood in the Cook Islands.
The rest of the afternoon was spent doing the things you do - swimming from yacht to,island, swimming from island to yacht, walking around the island (4mins 37secs), sitting around and drinking beer.
In the evening we went ashore for a BBQ and some quiet rum punching. Some of us had too much. Others of us had far too much. Enough said. What happens on the island stays on the island. Apparently.
The locals kept an eye on things.
The president of Panama was moored at the end of the island.
Relatively early - like around 11pm we came back to the yacht and to bed. Others stayed up discussing philosophy and the meaning of life.
It was all good.
Today's run: 0kms