After a most uncomfortable night, we awoke to the swaying of the now underway boat. The scenery was quite stunning and made up for the blood (to mosquitos), sweat and tears of the night just past.
We made our way to Livingston where we stopped to clear customs. Most of us chose to go for a refreshing swim in the crystal clear waters of the Rio Dulce as it flowed past the town. In retrospect, once we were out, we did think that the turgid brown sludge we had been bathing in may not have been as clean as we'd hoped. Nobody seemed to suffer any ill effects though.
The rest of the day was spent with the motor on, beating into the wind to reach our mooring point before sunset. Once we arrived, we swam around a bit and then tried to play UNO in a howling (but warm) gale.
Saturday night was cool and mossie-free - beautiful.
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