Day 116 - Accompanied the Captain ashore, personal treats for the voyage are needed, from here on in there is no more civilisation till Cartagena. A full days sailing took us to our last safe haven before we leave the San Blas Islands and hit the Ocean. The anchor was dropped in yet another stunning paradise setting. A tiny settlement of around 6 Cuna's occupied the nearest island. The Thumb, Tom and Shane swam ashore intent on getting some fishing hooks and local knowledge, i.e what's the best bait to land a whopper. Tuna and shark swim these waters!. After a cracking exchange with the islanders they gave us all we needed. Conch we learn is the best bait around. As the lads swam back to the boat to retrieve beer and t-shirts to offer the natives in kind, the Thumb, all snorkelled up, searched the deep blue for Conch. 4 were gathered by the time Tom and Shane rowed back, the natives cracked the beers open straight off as they broke our conch up into bait for the nights fishing. The 10 minute swim back to the boat rewarded the eyes with an aquatic bounty...3 flashing squid swam up to suss me out, a Manta Ray shot out of the reef, as the waters got deeper a shoal of massive fish, I know not the name of, frenzied over something below. The rods were cast at sunset as Tomma prepared us yet another wonderful dinner. Happy nights and days...despite the slow movement.