Yesterday we went to the little town of El Estor- 'The Store', named by the British in colonial days.  It was so hot when we got there, we were lounging around waiting for it to cool off so we could go ashore and get some groceries.  A boat appeared alongside us- filled with military and port officials.  They were charming, did a cursory check of our papers, admired the boat and the cats.  And warned us not to leave the boat untended!  larceny is a local failing, and seems to keep cruisers out of the area.  A shame- it seemed like a prosperous town, with a market (what we'd call a farmer's market), a bakery, and two butchers.  I got the shopping scoop from a Canadian girl walking with her little girl- she married into a local family who leads trips up into the mountains nearby.