I spent a few more days in Luperón to wait out the weather. Hubert had some things for which he needed some help and he invited me and his friend Franck for dinner at the El Bucanero. Afterwards we played a bit of pool which was real fun. Franck’s guitar didn’t need to be recorded but inspected. That had been a misunderstanding and after I had checked out the guitar he gave me three glasses of honey freshly made on his farm. I took a walk to the beach and went swimming and enjoyed myself but was also eager to leave. I still had a lot of miles ahead of me and there was still enough time (Zoe and I were supposed to meet in Varadero on April 12) but more adverse weather would quickly reduce this time to nothing. On Easter Sunday night the waves were finally small enough and from a direction where they wouldn’t break in the entrance to the reef and the Armada gave me permission to leave. Everything went smoothly and we sailed into a great sunset which was only the first of a series of unbelievable sunsets and sunrises.










