Our agent in Colon (a slick, young guy with an impressive amount of gel in his short, curly hair) had promised to take care of all formalities regarding the boat and crew but when SImon and Alessio arrived at immigration that was not exactly what they got. Not only had he "forgot" to fill out two forms (which in the land of bureaucracy is almost punishable by death) but he had also added some information to a form after he left the office. When the immigration eventually rang up the office in Colon and discovered the discrepancies between the form and the copy, we were even accused of fraud. In case someone is wondering, we won't be using Yariel as agent again if we should ever have the misfortune to be in Colon once more.
This resulted in a series of harsh words from Captain Simon and once back on the boat we immediately raised anchor (with our new and wonderful anchor chain) and headed away from the wretched city. As the skyline of Panama City slowly faded away in the horizon the positive energy came back along with the exciting feeling of adventure that is about to start. Likely induced by the bottle of cremant that we opened (with the winch handle, of course).
The boat is currently a big mess since only half of the provisioning is stored away so everywhere is bags with food and machine parts. This will hopefully be sorted tomorrow and then we depart for Galapagos in the evening. What we now have on the boat is all there is for the next 10 days which is slightly scary. No more water, food or diesel until we reach Galapagos. But we have enough. 675 liters of water and 3000 dollars worth of food and essential fluids. 15L of rum. 10 bottles of gin. 12 bottles of bubbles. 12 cases of beer plus an assortment of essential spirits for cocktail hour.