Slammed and blammed against the waves all night. Had a brief respite in the morning, but then the wind started up again and kept getting stronger, so we decided we'd better head towards land. The wind was blowing 25 knots or more and the seas must have been at least 15 feet, but after several hours we arrived in relatively calm water behind Punta Bonita.
There was no sign of a town or village -- it looked like wilderness -- yet we'd barely finished supper when here came a motorboat with four men in it, one of them in uniform and wearing a pistol. They were very pleasant. I told them in Spanish we were tired and needed to sleep. They checked our papers and let us stay.
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