Day 112 - 8 peeps need to be catered for on a 37ft boat for a voyage that could take up to and beyond 7 days depending on the weather. Portbelo has been a truly stunning place to be stuck whilst finding this boat. During the 15th and 17th centuries this sleepy little town was once the biggest and busiest Port in the World, the Spanish were plundering every last bit of Gold from these shores, smashing and grabbing there way from Mexico down to the tip of South America. They needed an apt convergence point, a natural harbour that could facilitate there Galeons in order to ship there stolen mountains of Dirty Gold back to Spain...they chose Portbelo, Panama. The old Spanish built Forts, churches and counting houses still stand today...unlike most other World Heritage sites these are not fenced off or emblazoned with 'Do not touch'. They are wonderfully occupied by the local folk...from 3pm till sundown the local lads play footy in the grazed grass amidst the cannons and battered fortified walls. At dusk young couples court and canoodle looking out over the bay. Walking past an old market bay the thumb gate-crashed a game of footy, it turned into a cracking free for all, the kids weren't joking around neither. Ages ranged between 3 and 15, never mind the westerners joining in...these little peeps were eager to win. Later that evening we all said our goodbyes to The staff at Captain Jacks, hauled our stuff along to the jetty, got settled aboard 'nuivelle'. Rum and laughter saw us into the evening, the anchor was lifted around 11pm as we set sail under the starry skies into the deep blue.