A hot wind howls through the mangrove and with it comes ash and dirt. We are anchored in an estuary in Corinto, Nicaragua. Each morning Dois rinses the decks down with salt water or we would be walking in mud. Ae are safe and secure and the people in Nicaragua are really good to us. They just like to burn the fields this time of year. We are leaving Nicaragua tomorrow morning looking for fresher air in Mexiico.