Pitufa.at

We spent a rolly and uncomfortable night south of Isla Viveros, so first thing in the morning we lifted the anchor to find a better spot. We had noticed a group of tiny islands just south of the anchorage mentioned in the guide book, so we motored there, searched very carefully around (it’s not a recommended anchorage and the charts are only sketchy) and anchored off the bigger one of the Isletas del Platanal. The little island just in front of Pitufa’s bow couldn’t be more perfect: a broad golden beach fringed by black, rugged volcanic rocks, lush trees behind the beach. The fish are jumping like crazy and cormorants, pelicans and gulls are fishing succesfully all around us, but even though we tried trolling from the dinghy and throwing the lure from the boat–we’re the only ones who won’t eat fish today