Back in Utila and in salt water again, took a dip and saw an Eagle Ray right in front of me.
First day out of Guate was a mess, anchor all tangled up, Joyce jumping in to retrieve the boat hook twice, me wrestling to tie down the dinghys in a pitching sea as they slid all over the roof.  Seas not really bad, but coming from the wrong direction and we were just plain sloppy after hanging on a river for four months.  Second day was calmer and we put out the paravanes which made the boat feel like a big fat Caddy with soft tires, nice.