A day of not Snorkeling.

Up early.  Off to town, pick up my ATM card, birth certificate and some legal documents, visit with some friends back to the house.  The girls finally managed to get their asses out of bed just as the rain abated.  I roused them out to the boat and proceeded to deliver them to a neighbors for a day of snorkeling.  The neighbors weren't home.

I backed her up, turn the wheel left.  Snap!  Damn, busted steering cable.  A few minutes later Verne had chased us down having viewed us cruise by from his summit at Los Secretos which holds an ascendant view of the whole bay.  Verne pulled us to his dock house and took us all back to Las Secretos where the guys stood around and took turns non discretely eyeing Nolas ample cleavage and engaging in any conversation that could keep their mouths open and attempt to draw her attention.

Some pizza's later we called the local boat supply store to ask if they had a steering cable in stock.  Of course they didn't.  Could we call back in five minutes to see while they check to see if there is one on the mainland?  Sure.  Five minutes later.  Is there one on the mainland?  Yes there is.  Can they have it to Bocas in the morning.  Could I call back in five minutes?  They would check.  What the hell, the employees in Bocas live in Almirante, they ship stuff every day.   In any event three phone calls later they said they would have one but didn't know the price.  Whatever, what am I going to do?  Swim to town.  

Clyde agreed to come by in the morning,at six which is about four hours earlier than I have ever seen either of them up and pick up Nola and bring her into town.  I am sure he would give her a ride anytime anywhere.   Ditty indicated she wanted to stay.  I hope they have room for her as I have more guests coming tomorrow.