Today, after a stormy night a bit, we decided to sail towards Isla Grande Portobelo 12 miles. A 12 000 that we will do in 3 hours and deserve a lot of frustration. San Blas is the desire to leave, or we're really not due to go.
We almost caught a big fish - it was released just in time. Otherwise, nothing to report, it was pocket wind in your face, big wave. The only good news, small Milla had nothing like "symptom" of seasickness
arriving, the girls decided to strip naked and jump into the water, CJ followed not long after the time of thread its new high-tech fins that allow it to go 4 times faster! Phew! Guys, it never goes fast enough!
Fred and Cindy came swimming behind Shaka and JC came back from his walk under water, saying he had seen lots of lion fish. The girls lost their friends, the gang is part of fisherman!
Shaka turned into a beauty salon and the girls were treated to a manicure and pedicure.
Less than an hour after departure, the gang returns to the schedule - either there were no fish, or there was really a lot. Wrong answer - Fred hurt his foot after a lion fish! There's nothing really to do, but he said girls that it hurt to "bar" and that he would get a little tequila on it. The only remedy is to put really hot water (I do not know at what temperature, but warmer than the kind you can tolerate). Otherwise, nothing! Hopefully it never happens to girls! We listened
Shrek Forever with the girls at supper - they were punctured and so do we! We still eat a little ceviche input!
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