Jan. 16, 2010

After breakfast, in Portobelo, Jeff, Sarah, Ralph, and I went ashore to have a look at the port. Greg had kayaked in the day before, so stayed behind to wash dishes and practice his Spanish on Rosetta Stone. The fort was interesting, the town not so much. Very run down and lots of garbage everywhere. We have a ton on limes on board so, rather than have those go to waste, we bought more tequila and some ice for our expected arrival in Isla Linton later in the afternoon. We came back, up-anchored and had some sandwiches enroute. It was a little rougher than yesterday, with more confused seas. Sarah doesn't do well and isn't looking forward to the long ride from Linton to Porvenir.

When we arrived at Linton our anchor chain, in the locker, was all fouled up and it took all three guys at least an hour to get it unscrambled so we could anchor. The air was "blue" for awhile there, but we managed to set with enough time for the kids to go off in the dinghy and kayak. Greg made a super chorizo pasta dinner and all hit the sack early...for a bit of a rolly night as we were anchored at the back of a pack of at least 40 boats.