The sea is calm, the sky is clear. Too little wind swells the sail, not enough for the captain cuts the engine. Cartagena gradually disappears. We spend the last buoys. The sun approaches the horizon. When finally the sun touches the sea and the sky ignites us in the open sea We are no longer a small nutshell lost in the vastness of the Caribbean water. At the request of Captain Marco, Lae titia organizes the quarterfinals, they will be of two hours each. Laetitia is the first of tomorrow morning from 6 to 8, the mine just before 4 to 6. After a small snack that will make us marine offshore and the time to admire the stars, the whole world share sleep except the one who must ensure his shift. With Laetitia, we sleep in steerage, it is not big enough to lie down completely, but less noisy than the cabin adjacent to the engine and cooler than the bow. Marco Morgan and the two Colombian sleep on deck. At four o'clock Eric comes to wake me, I put a little time to emerge, I take the bar and tries to stay the course to 320 degrees. A m ain asked e No mark on the bar you can correct the course as and when the waves or wind pushing the boat in one direction or another. Little by little the sky cleared, the stars go out one after the other, light waves lapping up to greet his majesty. It is expected e, but we guess its light below the horizon. Clouds come veil her splendor, and I should wait a few minutes that his majesty deigns to remove his last sail before illuminating the immensity of the sea and launder the mainsail. Side breeze, sun in the back, heading for Panama. It's 6 o'clock, the darkness of last night have disappeared, Laetitia goes to the bar and stays the course to 320. breeze, humming engine, light waves, the hours pass, the captain puts the beer and we left the bar carefully. Every two hours a new foam takes over. This insignificant thing that we're in the middle of the ocean continued its course due west until the sunset and celebrate the sun dip into the Caribbean Sea are preparing a series of tightly compressed rums. All crew members get along well and it's a good thing in a small space. A
another night under the stars and the next day at dawn the gulls we announce that the earth is farther from Panama. Captain Marco confirms q ue in three short hours we will enter into the turquoise waters of the archipelago of San Blas. Two hours more and we see the silhouette of a first islands, slight change of course. The palm trees are starting to take shape, the water goes from blue to turquoise. Some dolphins curia ux come to escort us into the calm waters of the archipelago. We throw the anchor, bow our mainsail and dives one after the other in the clear water and calm of San Blas. A few minutes later the canoes come ashore for us to sell us freshly caught fish and lobsters for a very low price. We leave for one of three main islands. An island, a friend of Marco shows us around the island and explained that this archipelago as it can maintain its autonomy from IS v Panama, the government of semi-independent Kuna people of San Blas Islands prohibits hotel construction their territory and only the yachts can anchor in their waters. Small houses, each with a palm access to the sea Children playing basketball on the square, a grocery store with little to sell, a few stalls for souvenirs. Back in the house of our host, we prepare a few punches until the end of Marco's friends prepare the evening meal. Night falls on the islands and finally the food arrived, unfortunately the lack of light prevents us from seeing the contents of our plates. But the mouth and taste all the equipment we felt that the fish are delicious, the rice is not cooked, the lobster prepared by Marco still require some minutes before reaching the required melt. For lobsters of the ECOND batch will be good by cons for rice will be worse than the first image of cooks who are becoming pl attacked us rum and marijuana. In light of the moon we join the boat. 
following days: white sand beach, coconut mounted, snorkeling to watch the colorful fish, starfish, octopus ... We take even one more day to spend quality time with the absence of customs to deliver us our entry visa. Funny islands that make up this wonderful archipelago. Among the Kuna, the area's residents negotiate everything for a dollar. You want to photograph them is a dollar the Kuna, you want to visit an island a dollar a head, you want to pick a coconut is a dollar more, you want to drink like a coke ... the list is long and sometimes surprising. Once again we see that it is women who are the guardians of tradition, it is always they who are in traditional costumes while men prefer thongs, shorts, T-shirts, rum and cigarettes .. . 
After three days of this we are ready to go back to Porto Bello and join Morgan the boy who left us yesterday. The wind has not returned yet and we're going to continue to the engine, what sadness is all the more unfortunate that Marco noticed a fishing line was wrapped around the propeller and ended up twisting the bar connecting to the engine. We'll have to take on low speed, hoping that the wind will inflate our sail. It will not be the case, it faseillera the route. We will almost eight hours before reaching their destination, while Morgan has made him one hour aboard a motorboat. We have still spent 6 days in all on this ship, including three to navigate.
Marco offers to host us with him being given the late hour of our landing. Everyone agrees. Marco load the truck. With the Russian Slava, Eric U.S. we are in the dumpster smell the fresh air and enjoy the wooded hills of Panama. Marco arrived at the two Colombian find their brother who was exiled a few months ago to escape the British, the cam and try to rebuild his life away from the crack of his father and junky. We find a house where a live bird of prey, a spider monkey and a friendly Rotweller. We take the evening to visit the village, old trading town at the time of English colonization. We visit the fort that was built to counter Frequent pirate attacks in this time next là.Le Marco us off at an ATM to retrieve his last dollars. We take a taxi to the bus terminal Eric Colon, others are deposited by Marco. Goodbye fast. The neighborhood is rotten and badly attended, luckily the bus leaves promptly to Panama City.
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