
The Absolute Absolution is pounded by 12-15 ft seas. |

Both rudders are bent by strong waves. |

Ed reinforces the rudder posts. |

Ed and the crew make repairs under way. |

But the port rudder post is sheared off by massive seas. |

Geoff and Ripley change out sails. |

Ed instructs Geoff in tightening the sheets. |

A parachute is launched to assist steering. |

Ripley hoists the Panamanian flag in the early morning. |

June at the helm as we come into land. |

A smiling Ed as we enter the San Blas Islands. |

The crew triumphant |

Kuna women paddle to sell us hand stitched molas |

Part of the blouse worn by the Kuna women, called a mola. |

We anchor in the aquamarine waters at Holandaise Cay. |

Kuna men sail their cayukes past us |
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We take our skiff through a cut in the mangroves to a restaurant in the next bay. |

Ed and Ripley enjoying desert at our farewell supper. |
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