OK - time to catch up on some history.
On Friday 3rd March we joined the catamaran Las Sirenas We waited around in the hottest cafe in Livingston until we were picked up in a lancha and taken across the bay to the boat.
After being robbed of our shoes for the duration of the trip, we sat in harbour for a while as we waited for the last two of our number to arrive. Eventually we set off without them and so our happy party consisted of:
- Raul - El Capitan
- Carlos - Deckhand
- El Cocinar - The (almost) nameless cook
- Trudi - UK
- Paul - UK
- Keri - Canada
- Andreas - Germany
- Ilse - Germany
- Peter - Australia
- Robyn - Australia
- Mala - Greenland
- John - USA
(Much) later we were joined by:
- Remco - NL
- Mascha - NL
A good group of characters.
The first night was made in the swelteringly hot, windless, mosquito infested banks of the Rio Dulce. We didn't understand why we couldn't moor out in the windy, mosquito-less bit of the river. Much later, we were told why - Pirates.
After a nice meal, we sat down to play UNO. I was terrible.
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