A short stroll away across fallen tree trunks and flooded pathways, we spied the cemetery. A forlorn and solemn air descended as we viewed the small grave of a young Kuna girl, the red clay partially eroded; a sandal, a sprig of dried flowers, the only offerings and mementos to her short life.
Ustupu to Snug Harbour
On The Reef in Coco Banderas!!
|Coral Reef at Coco Banderas|
anchor towards the deep water to pull us off. The keel and rudder were wedged
between the coral and wouldn't budge! At
that moment two angels appeared in the form of Mike and Gloria, on board SV Respite. They helped pull with their dinghy, and with a little luck o' the Irish (and a few Hail Mary's) we felt the boat give way and slowly drift back into the channel. Daragh checked the prop and rudder, which luckily only had a few chunks out of them, and we were able to continue on our way once more. Whew! Ooblahdee, Ooblahda...... Another nail-biter, and memorable moment of life on board Chantey V.
|Happy Hour on Chantey V|
The next morning we left the San Blas bound for Turtle Cay Marina, a few creature comforts, and to meet up with cruising buddies on "SV I Yam What I Yam". No not Popeye, but Larry and Sandy, of Vancouver, BC. and just in time for Happy Hour!