Head east, not sure what we were looking for other than a place to sleep. Thought the road terminated in Cuango, later found gravel turn-off (unmarked) which continues all the way to Palmira. I gather this road will soon be completed all the way to Santa Isabel, which would put you within a stone's throw of Guna Yala. This will be a good development. We do find the termination of the road in Palmira, as we follow a bus to the driver's house and he parks.

I spot a western woman (later identified as a wolverine) named Martha and she tells us to follow her group to Playa Chiquita. She is on a land dispute mission, accompanied by attorneys, police, body guards. She tells us we are going to have chicken soup with a woman who is helping with the land dispute. The chicken soup woman, aka "The Colombian", aka Sonia, tells us to stay with her and help her get the place ready for a team of land surveyors who will be coming there in a week or so. With our bellies full of chicken soup, we are amiable to her kind overture and agree to stay.

We spend a few days there as the beds are set up, lawn is mowed, beach is cleaned, Commando plugs a 110 fan into a 220 volt outlet and burns it up. Commando finds a land crab. We eat a lot of coconut, explore the shore line and beaches, swim a bit, harvest the antennae from four lobsters at Langostina hole, get to know the plasterers and fishermen in town (mucho Pesco Noche), etc. Replaced the guts inside the toilets, installed one of those vented air conditioning units.

Sonia feeds us and coaches us on entering San Blas.