For the third morning in a row I was woken by my alarm, one way to force my body into a new timezone.

The ship was still as sea so I had coffee, read my book. 40 minutes later I popped out to check, found us tied to a pier, gangway open.

By 8.30 I was having coffee in the next town. The walk here had been simple, but they hadn’t done much to decorate the path they’d blown through a mountain to make it a shorter walk.

I don’t speak Spanish so I’m going to continue to assume that sign is telling people not to molest animals.

By 9.30 I’d seen pretty much the whole town and was sat in a recommended restaurant eating their recommended meal: Mole.

It’s very good but that much was a little too much, especially for breakfast. I turned it into lunch by adding some quesadillas.

They were fantastic.

It’s only 10 am and we cast off in just three hours. A fleet flying visit, chance for a walk on land, good food, good coffee and internet access. They should do this more often.

Time to walk back through the mountain. It’s hard to get lost, just head for the ship shaped object floating by the pier.