After a morning dip in Ballandra we motored a couple of hours to Punta Pulpito where we dropped the hook in twelve feet of green water.
“Green agua Papa, why?”
“Yep, it’s green. I don’t know why.”
“Me no like green agua—like blue. Why green Papa?”
The island is a volcano with big black boulders strewn about on a soft white sand beach. Pretty gorgeous actually. The afternoon was spent, as per usual, on the beach and in the water.