A day of civilization was enough, so once again in the company of The Loonies (Iain and Aly) and Slip Away (Jan and Rich) we decide to head out to a secluded little bay named Bahia Guacamaya only 7 miles away. Well, we had sailed through the Papagayo and survived so we were feeling pretty smug. So…. with dinghy in tow (normally deflated and lashed on deck) we set sail early afternoon. By then the wind had clocked around to the north and was blowing high teens to low twenties. This allowed for a pretty good sea to build. Well, we won’t get into the details (too embarrassing), but suffice it to say it was the sail from hell. Once safely anchored in the tiny bay we licked our wounds and pondered our mistakes. Fortunately, the only damage sustained was to our egos. Very humbling indeed! Oh yeah, we could mention that Slip Away arrived about 15 minutes ahead of us. When we arrived we found Rich up on deck head in hand shaking. We asked: “What’s wrong?” He replied: “That was the sail from hell.” But, we won’t mention it since it would probably embarrass them. We were rewarded, however, with this beautiful little bay!