We are alone there. But before we can go ashore and before breakfast, a police boat passes by. The policeman are "armed" with a drug dog. We learn that here, quite specifically, they determine whether drugs were smuggled by boats to Cuba. Therefore, the dog goes through all the booths and sniffs at all Schabs.

Cayo Blanco is, as the name suggests, a wonderful beautiful white sand beach and has a little tourist infrastructure on the reef. About 30 km away from a hotel, guests can book a trip to swim and snorkel reef and then get in beach huts on white sandy beach barbecue and drinks. Now the season is over.

At 8.00 clock in the morning Thomas is calling us out of bed. The anchor does not hold. The catamaran is slowly drifting across the shore. Without Jesus, who is traveling with Michaelo, the anchor to be re-thrown. That's not so easy when you only can give a maximum of 10 m chain. The harbor is so narrow that a longer chain results in that we would come too close to other vessels