Today we wanted to get some internet and some food. We are about out of supplies. So Dave went into the nearby ferry landing to see if he could find some. No dice. So we decided to move on to Isla Meurto where there is supposed to be a resort. Only to discover that the resort was closed. So we pulled up anchor again, and moved on to Isla San Lucas where there was supposed to be a cool floating restaurant directly above a wreck. Alas it too was closed. In fact it was completely missing from the bay.
However, there is a former prison, now a wildlife reserve on the island. So we decided to go for a tour. Unfortunately, it was closed due to renovations. We are apparently the victims of the off season here. None the less, they let us walk around the island without charging us the normal fees.
The guy who met us at the gate tried to tell us that this prison was only used for political prisoners, but some later research revealed that all sorts of prisoners were kept here and mostly tortured to death.
These two characters insisted we take their picture.
The gate house was filled with bats!
After we walked around the prison, we went for a hike. When we reached the beach on the other side of the island we found it covered with driftwood and trash. Apparently the trash comes down the river from the capital of Costa Rica (San Jose), and the tides and currents bring it to this beach. We can believe it because we've seen a TON of trash in the water over the past few days.
And of course, we saw yet more howler monkeys.
Everywhere in the jungle there are these termite nests.
For whatever reason, Mike and Dave decided it would be fun to see what happens when you break one apart with a rock. They took turns trying to target one with a big rock while Melissa and Holly muttered about boys never growing up. Fortunately when they finally smashed the nest, it was empty - long abandoned.
We started to hear the thunder getting closer and decided to head back for the boats. A little while after we got back it started to pour. Dave had blocked the scuppers - this time with blue painter's tape and opened up the water intake. We managed to get only 10 gallons, but Dave is super happy with the new scupper blocking technique. Mike and Dave were wondering why the heck cruiser sailboats aren't equipped with some sort of closing mechanism that would allow you to catch rainwater more easily since this is a common way to refill your water tanks.
After the rain stopped, Dave had to go check out the wreck that was now visible at low tide. The structure in the background is the prison.
For dinner we headed to Wanuskewin for pork chops, corn, and mashed potato's. Lucky for us Wanuskewin still has fresh supplies since we are down to nearly nothing!