Last night,Phil,Stew and I had a luxurious sleep together, like flatware in a silverware drawer. I became landsick once the boat stopped rolling and had to re-apply Scopolamine. We are anchored in Taioehae Bay, with 38 other cruising boats. Most of them, we have seen before. The bay is surrounded by very tall steep sided verdant mountains giving it the appearance of a green mixing bowl, with us yachts as small pieces of macaroni bobbing around in a cup full of broth at the bottom.
Waterfalls send fresh water into the bay clouding the water.
The concrete street running through town is clean and neat. No litter anywhere. I can't identify. Architecture has a French flavor- no cement square Ecuadorian buildings here. No buildings bigger than two stories.