Our return to the ship proved to be quite eventful. The sea had come up rough and we couldn't dock with the ship. We had to circle for 10 minutes while the captain moved the ship with its boosters so that we could dock on the sheltered side. Another tender broke down and the passengers had to be transferred from one tender to another in the choppy sea. Then there was another tender that got washed onto rocks, which caused a long wait for some folks on shore. A bit of excitement for the day.
The ship arrived and anchored off a little island in the San Blas group. There are 350 islands in this group, and they look idyllic with sand and palm trees. Families paddled out to and around the ship calling for us to throw money to them. The Cuna Indians are the main inhabitants. They are a very small and short people. The women wear the traditional dress most of the time we are told. They are a very poor people and the women supplement their incomes by sewing colorful bird appliqués and embroidery. The women and children will also pose for photographs if you pay them a dollar. Sad really! We wandered around the island through narrow sandy alleys between reed and straw huts. The sea water is beautiful and clean, but unfortunately the shore line is littered with plastic, polystyrene and other rubbish. Amazingly the island is only a few feet above sea level and we are told the sea is rising.