Sunrise on Tuesday, November 1

One of the sailboats left early in the morning. That boat had been on the edge of the most protected waters. We immediately picked up anchor and moved about 200 feet north into the spot where it had been. Even though we’re still not completely protected waters, this new spot was an improvement over the last spot. It’s amazing how much of a difference a couple of hundred feet can make.

Christi woke up feeling horrible. She did drag herself out of bed for a few minutes to help move the boat, but she went right back to bed and didn’t get up again until mid-afternoon.

The men got down the dinghy and went to shore. They checked out the big sand bar between the land and the big rock, then went and checked out the village. View of the shoreline looking northwest.

There was a group of kayakers staging for a trip. This shot is looking northeast, towards the anchorage.

As far as Eric and Keith could see, there wasn’t much to the village. There was a restaurant that only served fish, so Keith was not too excited to eat there.

There were a couple of shacks next to the restaurant, a sand volleyball court, and a few palapas (some of the palapas looked like they may have been destroyed in the hurricane).

There was a dead refrigerator, that Eric thought might be a good replacement dinghy for Kosmospolitian:

They didn’t explore any further. Instead went back to Kosmos to make sure Christi was okay. It was a quiet evening aboard.