Today we left Espiritu Santu and headed down to another anchorage, not far from our last. After last night's storm we will make every effort to be in a well protected anchorage, if at all possible. We are currently inside a wonderfully protected bay with fresh water streams pouring down from the hillside beside. A fresh water bath may be on order in the next few days.

After securing the boat we decided to head down to a nearby village where we heard they may sell fruit and vegetables, something we are in need of at the present moment. We motored over in the dingy and noticed some of the land nearby was being used to grow local crops. This excited us as we figured there would be ample goodies in town to purchase. We arrived to the small village with many eyes set upon us. Somehow the locals blend into the small town and are only spotted when closely looked for. They, however, could clearly see the two tan-faced gringos coming from a mile away. We trudged up the beach in our reef flip flops and visors looking for the local grown goods. We were quickly greeted by two young boys who pointed us to their house, where fruit was apparently for sale. We ended up with a ton of limes, bananas, and some sort of "Berry Beer" (as I call it). The bottle looks, smells, and tastes absolutely repulsive and I do not foresee either of us consuming it anytime soon. Unfortunately the locals were not as friendly or offering as we would have preferred (most likely because of our lousy Spanish), but did provide us with enough limes to keep the rum going down smooth for a good 2-3 weeks.

As we left the small village I noticed the beach was scattered with striking Panamanian Pangas, which are the locally built boats, used for everything from fishing to transportation. I have grown a newly found love for these appealing boats as they are ingenious in many ways, and quite beautiful to me. Most importantly is their seaworthiness and ability to go up against any challenge without hesitation or fear. They are feisty boats with strong, rigid lines that beat against anything with ease and ferocious attitude. Their soft contoured bows and firm transoms attract me. Yet despite their rock-hard appearance, their gentle slope and curvature glide along effortlessly, and with utmost beauty, style, and splendor. They move with natural rhythm and motion, which is something every boat lover should experience. Unfortunately one cannot appreciate the true beauty of these boats without getting up close and personal, which I've had the privilege to do. This particular Panga was exceptionally pretty to me.