I’ve written before about the delight of snugging the boat down in a secure anchorage after a passage. It doesn’t seem to matter how brief the journey. It was only 20 downwind miles from Contadora, with a following breeze, clear skies and flat seas. But here, tucked in behind Isla Canas in complete seclusion and isolation, you couldn’t ask for more.
A rocky shoreline drippng with rainforest After a languid swim we sip Maxine’s special vodka tonic in the sunset, listening to the wind in the forest canopy and evening birdsong, watching huge raptors cruising the shoreline. They look like Australian brahminy kites but I’m sure they aren’t. We are all alone.