11-9-90 - Floyd - Guanaja
Wasn't sure we could get in by dark but we slide into the harbor at 2040 but miss the Port Captain. Salva Vida at long last. Guanaja is alot nicer than I remember, lots of sprucing up the place has transpired. Walking by a local store I am startled, "Are you Floyd?" I turn and see a straggly looking character with wire framed glasses, bushy red beard and intense looking eyes, so begins our friendship with Maggie and Charles from Fomalhaut. We have a good evening and would like to stay for awhile but a Norther is coming and Dad is wearing a hole in the Widow's walk, we decide to leave for Roatan in the morning.
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