After leaving Zee town we just went down the coast to Petalan Bay, spent the night then headed out for Papanoa, not too much to write about Petalan. Papanoa on the other hand was a rewarding experience. We dropped anchor, got the dink in the water and headed into the town (what little of one that there was). We were again greeted by a couple kids (they figured out how to work this). After paying them 5 pesos each (which they immediately took off to the tienda (store) for candy, go figure) we started our exploration. We were again immediately affected by the abject poverty these people (fishing co-operative) were living in. Houses made of what could be found cheap, boards, coragated tin or tar paper and with dirt floors, out side toilets (hole with drapes around a stick structure), light bulb hanging from a wire, garbage everywhere. You get the idea, yet most welcomed us with smiles and returned our greetings of buenos tardes or hola (good afternoon or hi). We stopped at the first tienda (store)(shack of a store), wanting to contribute to the local economy. The next store was only 30 feet further so we felt bad that we could not buy something from them also. We figured when we come back we'll find something to buy. We try to spend some money with the people who need it. Walking through town housing was rough as well as dirt roads and more garbage. We saw this at Man of War village back up on the Baja, also a fishing village. But if you think of it, if you grew up surrounded by garbage you too would consider that normal. I can remember throwing fast food empty bags out the window along the road (before plastic, man I guess that makes me old) everbody did it, it was normal. Then we walked around looking for a place to eat and not sure where we should. This little tiny village had about 7 restaurants so we walked by each one and finally chose Richar'ds (yes the spelling is how it was) and that is where we had pescado frito or deep fried fish. Some of you saw the pics on FB, others will have to check out our photo gallery. We stayed a couple days and our friends on Epiphany showed up and talked us into walking to the other side of the town. Glad we did as we found a beautiful beach and more restaurants and even a hotel. You never know what you are going to find around the corner, or over the hill in this case. That's the surf behind Dave in the pic, and it looks small here but it was HUGE! Dave and I decided to go for a walk and we left Michael and Diana at the beach and took off. As we have found in Mexico there is alot of poverty and alot of wealth. This town however was more poverty and middle class. Of course that is our interpretation and these folks just might take offense at our perspective. However we found what looked to be hotels that were crumbling down and were not liveable, by our standards. There were two older men that were living in two different places. Both were happy and smiling and wanting to share with us. Too bad we still haven't got the language down. The one old gentleman was walking with a machete. No small one either. When I questioned him about it he literally showed me how he walks through the brush and cuts a path before him. Again you just never know what you might find just by taking a walk. Our first night in Papanoa I heard massive splashing outside and when I got up to look I saw a spectacular sight. There were fish jumping out of the water all ove the bay due to being chased by bigger fish. Not an unusual sight as we have found out. We have taken to calling it boiling fish. This night however the phospherescents were a minty green color and the whole anchorage was a show of color that I can't even begin to describe. Another one of Mother Nature's way of showing us that we have a beautiful world to live in, just look out your backdoor, or in this case the companion way!