An overcast day in the cemetery, feeling grateful, fishing with Germans, and simply not much more.

I woke up early, before the sun came up. I went outside to the hammock on the balcony outside our room. I slept there for a while.

It was rainy and overcast all day. I had breakfast of bananas and honey and too much coffee. I took a walk through town and got a little turned around trying to find the cemetery on the island. There is only one main street that is set away from the water with side streets shooting off into the jungle, so I found it eventually with little difficulty.

It was not a very large cemetery. It was tucked within old, white walls, dirty from water worked mud puddles. Some of the graves were mostly washed away. Some of the grave stones had completely eroded, and there were just left overs of what was once there. Some were just cracked and decrepit. It was peaceful there, and being there helped me enjoy the overcast day light. Neighborly peoples were on their porches looking over at me, probably wondering why some tourist was in their backyard cemetery. I was happy and did not leave just because they were curious. After looking at every grave I decided to head out.

I headed back to the hostel and played gammon with Josh until his girlfriend met up with us. Jenny Boyd is her name and she had been trecking from Paraguay. It had taken her a couple days and several or more bus rides and then a final boat ride to the island until she found us. The three of us went for lunch out on the beach. We got some good grub. Can't remember what it was, but it was alright, although pricey.

After Josh and Jenny got a private room in the neighboring hostel, they had some business to attend to, and I went for a walk with Katherine and Tamara down the beach in the other direction. It was less of a beach and more of a path that coasted the water's edge. We found a beach and they did their best to fish with a line and a hook and some sort of bait. It was really funny to watch. We sat on a rickety dock while they gave fishing a shot. We walked a bit farther down the path and they tried fishing some more as we sat on some large rocks. We headed back a little before dusk.

Walked around town with Josh and Jenny. We got food on a side street. We got back to the hostel and played some gammon. Then there were some drinks with some Uruguayan and Argentinians. Sleep.