Today was dominated by interactions with the Guarda Frontera. We started out by deciding to go beach combing before the sun got too high and went over to the long beach on Cayo Cinco Balas. This was the first Cuban beach where we found significant plastic washed up on shore, but it is wide open to the ocean so that probably explains it. We were enjoying the beach when one of the flats boats that take fly fishermen out fishing in this area came running up to us. We were told that walking on the beach was not allowed. I know that the only places foreigners are allowed to go ashore is at a marina, but I had heard that the deserted islands were OK. Certainly we had no problem at Cayo Blanco or Machos de la Fuera and they were NOT deserted. Anyway, we said OK and headed back to dink and the boat. At least it was on our last day and we had already walked about as much beach as we wanted. After lunch another flats boat came zooming up to us, this time with uniformed officials. It was explained (in Spanish, no English) that one was the Port Captain for the Jardines de la Reina and the other was Dept of Interior (whatever that is). The Capt. examined our papers and then our passports, looking at every single page and commenting that we went to Panama a lot. They were also amused by the 'watermark' pictures on the pages - especially the steam engine and the long horn steers. After he finished, he said we needed to wait for the inspector. So we waited. And waited. To pass time, I showed them the chartplotter which impressed them greatly and then the engines - also approved. After about a 1/2 hr. wait, the inspector arrived - complete with dog & handler - in another flats boat. I think the dog still needs some training, but he dutifully sniffed the starboard berth, head and 'workshop'. He refused to go down into the port hull and finally the handler picked him up and carried him down. Then the fun began. In the aft cabin (Sandy's) the dog 'alerted' (barked) at some coconuts. He would bat one around and crouch and bark. The handler tried taking one at at time away and still the dog barked and batted the others. As soon as he heard the 'alert', the Capt. sent the other two men down to investigate. The Interior guy (with whom I had been chatting while we waited) apologized and indicated the Capt was being excessive, but they had to do what he said. They decided the coconuts were OK and after poking around Sandy's dirty clothes which were on the floor near them, they left. Then the Capt insisted that the other inspector (not the dog handler) also make a thorough visual inspection - it was really more of a 'pro forma', but we did it. And then the Capt insisted that he inspect the beer locker under the cockpit floor and the lazarette and the engine compartments. Finally it was decided that everything was OK. We all shook hands and they left. The whole process took ~2 hrs. Everyone was very polite and, other than the Capt., all were very friendly. With the afternoon mostly shot, Deb & I determined to do one last snorkel. We went to a section of reef we had spotted on our way back to the boat yesterday - just beyond where the reef ends, but well inside it. A large area of good sized coral heads and formations looked very promising. We anchored essentially in the middle. This allowed us a short snorkel with the current (I would guess it was 1-2 kts), a longish swim against the current and then a nice drift back to dink. The plan worked great. And the coral was great. But even better were the fish! Hundreds of them. First we saw three queen trigger fish at the same time .Then several large hog fish. Then a huge (3-4') snapper. A ray floated by. Tons of good sized parrot fish and snappers. And our large snapper followed us the whole time like a puppy dog! Lots of trunk fish. One more angel (or was it the same one relocated?) It was really a great time for our last snorkel in Cuba. We are doing lots of apps and drinks for dinner which sound delicious. Tomorrow we sail for Cienfuegos (over two days with a stop for the night.)