6AM flight to Big Corn Island stopping in Bluefields along the way. Bob seems much happier with 5AM wakeups compared with 7AM.

George Morgan is waiting at Corn Island to get on the return flight. He has no time to talk, he'll be back the next morning or afternoon and we should wait until his return before checking out the chamber we expect he's moved to his fish processing plant warehouse.

Bob, Mark and Alex settle into El Paraiso for the night. Bob's assigned me to return to Managua later in the day to attend a scheduled meeting with Nicaragua's Vice-Minister of Health in Bob's place. This nixes yesterday's plans to be in Puerto Cabezas tomorrow for the confrontation meeting we'd heard about yesterday at the lawyer's office. I go and make arrangements for my return flight while Bob, Mark and Alex head off in a taxi to talk to the city council members.

Meeting with the city counsel members, Bob is surprised to learn that George Morgan is no longer processing diver-caught lobster at his seafood plant. Or so they're told; in two days, we're going to hear of a paralyzed diver arriving in Puerto Cabezas tomorrow on a lobster dive boat owned by George Morgan.

After hooking back up, it's off to a section of Corn Island where Moskito Indians have built home upon home. Most of the construction is new since last summer. Dirt floors, open drainage ditches and hand dug wells dominate the scene.

Bob wants us to talk to Britannico, a diver who lost his leg to DCS in 1988. We find him in ill-heath confined to the bed in his home. Britannico is now a minister of God and he perked up on our arrival to share his story and his faith. We spend about an hour with Mark interviewing him and Alex collecting photographs.

Juan and I head back to Managua on a 3:30PM flight. Back at the hotel by 5:30, we spend a quiet evening getting a good meal and night's sleep.

Free from the tyranny of Bob's dawn starts, we start our morning in Managua slowly. The meeting with the Vice-Minister is scheduled for 11AM.

When we arrive a the Department of Health for the meeting, we're advised that there's been some kind of mistake. They understood that the meeting had been changed from 11AM to 9AM. We had understood that the meeting had been changed from 9AM to 11AM. Not a good development. But the Vice-Minister, Margarita Guardian, did give us a few minutes of her time.

Sia. Guardian expressed disappointment that the 9AM meeting was a bust; she'd arranged to have Nicaragua's Director of Hospitals attend the meeting along with other members of her government. She then asked me about Sub Ocean Safety and what we were seeking. I explained Sub Ocean Safety's role with the existing chambers in Honduras and Nicaragua, that we have a chamber sitting in storage on Big Corn Island and that we were seeking funding to get that chamber operational. She was surprised to hear about the chamber on Big Corn Island and clearly indicated she wanted to get it operational. But she was short of time and was already late to another meeting. I was able to negotiate rescheduling of the meeting for Monday afternoon (we were supposed to be in Honduras by then but I'd already learned about the fluidity of existing plans).

The rest of the day was ours. Juan and Raul spent the afternoon showing me all the sights of Managua: the memorial park overlooking the city, the seat of government buildings near the lake, the plaza where John Paul II has made two appearances, the Malecon (lake front), a park overlooking Managua's water supply and an archeological museum where 6,000 year old fossilized human and animal footprints are preserved.

The Big Corn Island crew returned to Managua on the last flight of the day. We met around the pool and went over the day's events. On Big Corn Island, the crew had caught up with George Morgan and finally learned that the chamber we thought he was storing for us on Big Corn Island was still sitting in Puerto Cabezas untouched. Big disappointment. They also heard anew that George Morgan no longer processes diver-caught lobster (a few days later, we heard news that exposed this claim to be a lie). Finally, the crew had gotten themselves into the other (not George Morgan's) processing plant at Big Corn Island and videotaped an interview with one of the managers. Bob offered to later show me the great footage he'd captured.

Mark and Bob then headed off to meet with an Italian restaurateur who'd previously expressed interest in helping the cause. I begged off and enjoyed a leisurely dinner and evening alone.

Bob and I were sharing a room. When he returned around 11PM, I got my opportunity to review the videotape they'd shot in the freezer room of the Big Corn Island processing plant. That plant had acknowledged processing both diver-caught and trap-caught lobster. Among the many packing boxes Bob caught on video, I spotted one labeled "SYSCO Lobster Tails" in big, bold letters.