Again, we were moving at the crack of dawn, with yet another unpleasant motor through the choppy seas.
T and I had decided against another night of purgatory on the Rio Dulce (it was about this time that the Pirate issue was mentioned by the crew) and so decide to alight at Livingston to see if we could get by boat to Honduras - that had been Keri's plan all along and so we decided to join her.
We left the party to enjoy their river cruise.
We stayed in a nice hotel with a pool and an OK restaurant - with local Garifuna dancers thrown in.
We had all suffered a bit from the sailing experience, lack of activity, the nightmare of the first night and the awful bashing through the wind and waves conspired to make the trip a little less than perfect. We enjoyed a nice hot shower (there we no showers on Las Sirenas!) and a nice big bed. Oh, and we will draw a veil over the toilet facilities on the boat:
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