We're back in San Evaristo for a couple of nights. The village seems to serve as a hub for the local fishermen to offload their catch for shipment to market, presumably in La Paz. Pangas (we would call them skiffs) power into the bay at the end of the day from who knows where and add themselves to the crowd of people on shore and then speed away again.
It doesn't seem to matter to them if they come and go after dark with no lights on their boats. It doesn't even slow them down. It's not like they would be able to hear another boat coming in the opposite direction over the sound of their own motor. Why wouldn't they be more concerned about the possibility of running into someone? Maybe they can see better than I can. I know they can see better than I can. It must be good enough.
Petar has proven himself to be proficient at negotiating on our behalf for fresh fish in that melee. And Kay has done an awesome job preparing the results of his efforts. I help with the eating and I do a fine job of it if I do say so myself.
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