I think we have been visited by the entire local family now. First off were the two kids in the kayak the other day asking for candy. Then the father came by looking for a band-aid for his finger and trying to sell some necklaces and now the mother came by paddling while sitting on a paddle board. Other than the panga that the father had, their crafts looked suspiciously like cruiser's toys. I don't think I have ever seen a local in one of those plastic kayaks, not that it isn't possible, just questionable. She was asking for batteries. I suggested to Sue, that with all our attempts at learning Spanish we should throw in the phrase "So, you want to trade!".
The wildlife here never ceases to amaze me. This time it didn't come from the water. From high up the mountain along shore we could hear the baying of goats. It sounded a lot like the baying of the sea gulls that we have grown accustomed to but this time the lady on the neighboring boat yelled over that there were goats on the hillside. Sure enough, they were scattered all across the steep slope. Watching through the binoculars was interesting. The slope was so steep that their sides almost scraped the hill as they walked. They didn't seem to bat an eye at this steepness. They would hop along from boulder to boulder with the utmost confidence. Now this is either because they are so used to it and have perfect balance or they are so stupid they don't realize they would tumble to their death with one false step. Even the little guys walked along with no trouble. As evening came I saw a boy hike over the ridge and try to convince the goats it was time to head back home. Of course he could run all over the hill side after these guys, so he threw rocks in their direction trying to herd them along. For the most part they seemed to ignore him.
Soon after spotting the goats I saw cows on the beach. Who knows where they came from? There were about a dozen milling around through the brush at the end of our small canyon.
The local fishing boat group is still hanging around at the beach with a boat coming and another leaving. We now have a fleet of three neighbors in our little cove and a couple of spill overs in the next cove over.
We took an early morning ride in the dinghy out to the giant rock that juts out of the sea at the head of the bay. It is amazing, looking like a giant whale shooting straight up for the heavens. The breeze hadn't kicked up yet so we made a trip out for a bit of snorkeling. I stayed in the boat since it wasn't real anchor friendly while Sue went in for a snorkel. The water was so clear that I didn't really need to get wet to enjoy the fish swimming all around. It has to be the best diving since coming to the Pacific.
Last night we watched a good Harrison Ford movie, Frantic. He takes his wife to France where they had spent their honeymoon some twenty years earlier. His wife disappears while he is taking a shower and he is left with little help from the local police and the American Consulate. Good entertainment……more later..
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