Yesterday, we finally got in touch with the Colombian, Hernando, who after walking off his dingy with a bad right leg and a left leg circumduction gait, the muscular dystrophy called to me. We got on his dingy and to the boat where a group of Irishmen and Australians dressed up as pirates greeted us:, "Aye Matey, we be pirates, and you gonna have to walk the plank." I immediately felt much better as Scott and I cracked open a beer and got to see the drunk captain at work.
We were introduced shortly to Umberto, an older Kuna Male who inhabited/owned the northeastern part of the larger island. He charged us $10.00 for accommodation and food. We watched hungrily as he grilled up a fish, only to discover our dinner would be a bowl of rice, a sausage like thing, and instant coffee.
I then walked to another part of the island to sit on some drift wood in the middle of a Coral atoll and watch the sun set before returning to the Pirates and a game of Maya, Exhausted and drunk, I passed out around 9pm.
Breakfast the next morning, was more sausage, plantains, and coffee. YUCK does not begin to describe the sausage like patties. Now it is important we get back to Porvenir.
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