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Last full day on the island and I have developed a bit of a scratchy throat and my head felt like pressure but only from my nose up. Our only dive of the day was Tarpon, where i had requested since we didn’t get to see all of it during our nav dive. Had a bit of a problem with the camera this time but this was because of improper alignment of the mode knob. We came upon a huge school of look-downs and the locally famous barracuda, grumpy. I got to swim amongst them, an amazing experience. Went back to the cabina, showered, and walked along the beach to the north side of the island to farm peace and love. We had to stop a few times and ask the locals where to go but they always were helpful. Our lunch was one of the best pesto sauces I have ever had, over pasta, then a lobster, spinach and onion vinaigrette salad as a second course, followed by some sort of custard with sweet raspberry drizzle on it. There I discovered that Fresca in this part of the world is not a diet soda. It is actually quite nice. I had 3 bottles I think. Yum is right. I passed out for a few zz’s in my chair after lunch because i was so full. On our way back, we found the path after following the fenceline of the Casa Sunrise property, as we were told to do by the older bald German guy on the front porch of the place. The paths on that part of the island are not very well established, indicating the popularity of Casa Sunrise. We found the path to the lighthouse just before the path became paved. A young island boy confirmed it with a silent hand gesture and away we went. This was a short but moderately steep hike that dead ended on someone’s homestead, which they shared with the water well (probably for the whole island) and a few huge tanks. Perhaps they were the proprietors of these utilities, but more likely the maintainers of it. We followed the outside of their fence around to the light house and climbed it. It was an easy, but puckery climb, having the fallback protection cage start at about 25 feet up, basically at the top. It was not a working light house we discovered, as the light wiring had been removed. Took a few pics

, then headed down, much less puckery that way, and headed to the dive shop so we could pay for all of our adventures. The bill was 900 something dollars and we tipped 200. 50 of it we earmarked for Jorge. We then had to do the same at iguana, it was 300 or so and we tipped 100. Our last meal was rondon prepared by the local kitchen lady, not Wayne - he doesnt like rondon. Not very tasty, kind of bland, but very hearty.