First we stopped and picked up sandwiches and t-shirts from one of our favorite places on the rio, Sundog’s, which is a relaxed and refreshing alternative to everything else around Rio Dulce. Here are the cool owners, Babette and Yurian, behind the bar.
We casted off and streamed down the river. A slight emergency occured when we realized we had forgotten to replace the fan belt on the engine, which immediately overheated and screamed at us. We threw the anchor, made the appropriate fix, and let her cool down. The engine ran a lot nicer with the belt on it.
We left Rio Dulce through a beautiful section of river jungle.
Fishermen:
We brought the camera out and took some great footage of us going through the river.
It is the sunglasses not my face that is crooked. There was a guy here with a crooked face. He was in a whorehouse in Columbia, stepped out the back door to relieve himself, not realizing that instead of a back porch, there was a 90 foot cliff. Some kid on the way to school found him and he woke up a week later, 1000 miles away in Bogota. I’m amazed all he has is a crooked face.
Captain Tony, who captains the neighboring yacht, decided to zoom out and do a few circles around us. He said he came to check on us, but I think he wanted to run circles around us to show us how slow our boat really goes. Luckily, his boat heads to Roatan later this week, so they can tow us if we get demasted, engine trouble, and stranded. Unfortunately, Miss Teen Norway went back to wherever she came from, probably Norway.
Four hours later we were checking out of the country in Livingston. It took time so our Captain learned the bongos in a Garifuna bar from a guy who claimed to be an ex-pot smuggler for Jerry Garcia..
One of the sights in Livingston is a sad round tank seperated in four parts, each part a habitat for a sad crocodile.
Captain Chavez, in homage to Steve Irwin, decided to wrestle the crocodile, and did not fare too well. Hopefully he can still steer the Cowboy.
