Once again the weather had a surprise for us. Now it had decided that it would rain in Santo Tomas. Somehow the rainy sector of the last frontal system had laid itself over the Golfo de Amatique, the bay that gives access to Santo Tomas, and it was releasing its watery content. It made my chief officer happy as it washed all the salt of the ship but for the rest I had 1300 unhappy campers who wanted to go ashore and had not counted on a rainy day. Continue reading
