We started the day with an early morning swim to our expansive private beach. Large rocks trapped pools of water that 20 small fish used as a home as they waited for the tide to return. In a few hours our private beach was back underwater and the green water prevented further fish sightings.
After a hearty breakfast, the kind captain announced that a dinghy trip to the village of Canas was departing shortly. All aboard! The downwind trip was delightful. There is no sign of humans in most of these islands. After a couple of miles we neared the village and realized their beach was protected by a confusing mess of rocks. I raised the motor to low water mode, but the breeze was strong and I began to lose control of the dinghy. Both women jumped over board to guide One Fish into the anchorage.
The town of Canas is a bit sad. There is trash lying on their streets. After a short friendly encounter with the locals we left. I felt a bit like Captain Cook: clueless of what I had just seen. I am reading Captain Cook's journals, a must read for Pacific sailors.
By the time we returned to One Fish, the tide had filled in most of the bay. I volunteered to drag the dinghy to safe waters but the cost was my flip flop strap got separated from the sole. It is my only pair, so Gail repaired them when we returned to Two Fish. We also replaced a shackle holding the trampoline and added warning thread to the salon screen door. Final upgrade was a mount that holds the PC tablet near the helm, useful when navigating by Sea Clear or Google Earth.
Rebecca and Mike climbed to the summit of the nearby island. Without a path, they got a few cuts from the shrubs. All of this action before cocktail hour. I have really enjoyed paddleboarding the shores of the islands. I sighted species of bird that sounds like a barking dog. I barked back but got no reaction.
At cocktail hour we decided to fly a kite. Really fly a kite. It got airborne with little fanfare, but five minutes into the maiden flight, the line parted. A quick launch of the paddleboard was required to retrieve the kite. Now I am shopping for stronger kite string.
The next day we motored into the wind and current to get closer to the rally rendez-vous. We are going to an island called Mogo Mogo where the TV show Survivor was filmed. When we arrive, it will be boat cleaning day. Mike and Rebecca are doing the deck. I am going to scrub the hull while in Scuba gear. This is very important as the Galapagos authority will send you fifty miles offshore if they find a barnacle. That would really stink. Gail will clean up the inside of the boat.
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