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Day 13 Thursday, December 25, 1997Fishing Cove - Puerto Santo TomásChristmas Day. In the morning I spray the portholes with fake snow before everyone is up and get at least two people to believe it's real for a while (Ashikin & Deborah). Presents are opened after breakfast: Everyone gets a little brass bell with the ship's name and trip's date engraved by the handy skipper. I get two books from my parents that I had packed down before the trip started.
The rest of the presents are exchanged between Ray and Ashikin. In the early afternoon, we take off from our little cove with destination Puerto Santo Tomás, a small fishing village a couple of hours south of us. At Santo Tomás, Andy and I row ashore in the little dinghy and wander around the village. It is very small, only 20-30 houses. We haven't been out for long since Ensenada, but it feels great to once again have some solid land underneath us. I shoot a whole lot of pictures in the rich, yellow afternoon light. Back onboard, we have a Christmas dinner with BBQed sea bass, noodles in peanut sauce, and a Malaysian beef curry. Later, we play poker until ten-ish. I do my anchor watch in the ungodly hour of 2 to 4 a.m. |
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