Dawn on Sunday, December 14, 2025

This morning it was windy, then both windy and rainy, then the wind died and there was light rain for a few hours. Once the wind died, it was hot and humid. Eric cleaned the bottom.

The wind was forecast to shift direction, so he made sure that the anchor was well set, which was easy to do in such amazingly clear water.

In the late afternoon, the rain stopped and we went to shore. There was a shark circling around the dinghy dock.

Eric had checked the No Foreign Land app for restaurants and saw that Lorraine’s was in two buildings – the one we’d seen yesterday and one behind it right on the water. We walked over to the Lorraine’s on the water.

The sign said it was closed on Sundays. We noted that it had its own dinghy dock. There were people inside the other Lorraine’s, but they said the restaurant didn’t open until 1700. We walked across the street to Deshamon’s. It was also closed on Sundays. Some cruisers happened to walk by and said that the only restaurant open on Sundays was Emerald Sunset.

We decided to skip eating and go directly to the blowhole. We headed northwest on the main road until we got to the bend in the road where the island narrowed out. Near the dock, there was a church, what looked like the church’s preschool and another small store.

But beyond that it appeared to be mostly residential homes. Many looked to be mostly built — enough to live in — but not all the way done.

We asked a local where the blowhole was, and he pointed us to a dirt road that looked like it led to the ocean side of the island. He told us to take a left at the trail.

The trail to turn onto was obvious. It led to a scenic valley between the ocean and the bay.

Keith had also learned about blowholes in the science lessons on limestone rock, so Eric and Christi were pleased to be able to timely take him to a blowhole. Keith was not happy about being dragged to see it. There was a family there with small children. The little kids were excited every time the water shot out. Ah, the difference between little kids and teens. This was the blowhole in between spurts.

And a video of some of the eruptions.

We pointed out that the water was coming in via an underground cavern, and each time a wave pushed more water into the cavern, the pressure was released by the excess water being pushed out the hole. Keith was not impressed. Keith was also anxious to leave as he was uncomfortable in the heat and humidity, and worried about being eaten by bugs. Needless to say, we didn’t stay long. Here was the view of the bay as we turned back onto the main road.

Here was a shot from the ride back to Kosmos.

Due to cloud cover, there was no sunset. At 2000, the wind jumped up to 25-knots and changed directions suddenly. Kosmos rapidly did a 180-degree swing. It felt like the Chubasco winds that we’d experienced in Baja. We got a little closer to one of the mooring balls than we would have preferred, but there were no boats on it, so all was fine. It started raining again, and rained really hard. Eric watched the anchor alarm for a long time before going to bed. This photo taken at 2200 showed the giant swing we’d made.