So it's only been a week from the last entry. who's keeping track anyways? what have we even done for the last 7 days? I don't know; gone to the beach, eaten some seafood, drunk a beer or two. What else do you do in Mexico?
Well according to the pictures, we got ourselves a really nice and tasteless watermelon. It sure was watery though. That night we were invited to eat dinner at Cap'n's house with Brad, Kat and Jeanie. We all got together before the sun went down. We had a drink and some appetizers and then watched the sunset. It goes so fast once it's on the horizon. Jeanie cooked up some really good peanut pork (oops) with rice and a salad. We didn't hang out too much that night.
filling the hot car w/ agua
Everyone was just super tired and not ready to rally. We got up kinda early on Tues. the 20th and went to the beach that is just 4 blocks away. Very good conditions. It's one of those beaches that is still just chest deep 100 yards out. While enjoying the surf Scott met some kids from Cali. They were out for a week visiting a friend that has lived here for the past 5 months. They invited us to some sort of sweat tent that night out on Stone Island. Apparently they sit a bunch of people in a big tent, heat a load of volcanic rock with the coals of a fire and pour water all over it after they have covered you with herbs and stuff. As you sit in the tent the heat gets so intolerable that "you have to let your soul out of your body to endure the pain.
sunset from Captain's roof
" Then after an hour or so of sitting in there and experiencing a spiritual travel you get out and run into the ocean. Needless to say that night we went to Brad's for pizza night. Two for Tuesdays. Lots of people showed up. It was kind of a house warming party/going away party for a friend. Greg ate his weight in supreme pizza and I (Scott) was a pretty close runner up with 5 slices of hawiian (more pig, damn!). While driving home this night Scott decided that it would be fun to get us lost in the wrong part of town. Took us and hour to get home with countless U-turns and one step closer to a heart attack. You know it's bad when you're supposed to be going down town and the city slowly disappears.
We came home to a rather larger cockroach scampering about in our apartment. This was not a small beetle crawling slowly through the tile grout, it was a full grown, winged roach ready to eat our food stuffs. It did not however make it much further than the bottom of my shoe. Along with the cockroach we occasionally have the small sunflower seed shaped shelled worm bug things that navigate very slowly through the bathroom. They are not gross or scary by any means, but it's just not all that nice sharing your space with weird unknown creatures. That was the last night of having real sheets, pillows and towels because our really hospitible "landlord" decided to enforce his removal of all things his from the room.
There is not a single other soul in the building and he can't find it in him to leave us with sheets and towels. We did get sheets off the boat, but that's beside the fact that we are paying to occupy a furnished room and we get those essentials taken from us. Lame.
Wednesday: Stone Island day. And by Stone Island I mean a beach on the other side of the cruise port that just has a bunch of palapa hut restaurants and tons of vendors. We did a quick lap and landed at Lety's, a restaurant recommened to us by Brad, and for good reason. The food was excellent. Great view of a bird poop stained rock out in the middle of the bay and a constant stream of people trying to get us to buy their huka necklaces and platos baratos (cheap plates).
After a few hours there we returned home to do just about nothing.
Thursday: Got up early again today to go hand out Patricia Belle flyers. We started in the hotel zone or the "zona dorada" and walked at least 1 mile north talking to every single tour desk and kiosk along the way. Our job was to inform everyone that the boat is back in business and to tell them the new deals for the low season. The beauty of talking to the people that we did is that they are the ones that will literally step in front of you while you are walking down the sidewalk to stop you and try to sell you tours or timeshares. Hopefully the word gets out so that we can get some reservations and go on some charters to make a little grocery money.
he's crazy... he'll do it
We saw Brad on the drive home and paid for the sweltering hike we had just taken. Right as we were parking on our street we noticed a good plume of steam rising out of the hood of Leaf's car. We decided it might be a good time to stop driving the car all together. We would take it to the marina in the morning, and leave it there and wait for Leaf to get back to deal with it. Again we just hung out for the night. Watched "Alien: Resurection" and went to bed.
Friday: Went to the marina this morning bright and early with a rather smokey car again. Scott had filled the radiator up with water before leaving the house, but Bri noticed that all the water was just leaking out onto the ground.
beach by our house
We drove very cautiously not to get lost this time and got to the marina without any crises. We raised the dinghy out of the water so that we could give a nice overhaul. The spring on the pull cord of the motor had broken last Sunday on our charter so we were taking the dinghy out of comission anyways, so we decided that sanding and re-painting the whole thing would be a great idea too. We got it on the deck and just let it sit for the next couple of hours because everything was wet. We followed Brad to his local mechanic and left the car there to get fixed in the next couple of days. Now carless and wanting to work on the dinghy more a little later, we tagged along with Brad back to his house and got a little snack of cordon bleu balls and some internet action.
all Mexicans are hard workers
Greg showed up a shortly after our arrival with his car that he had finally gotten out of impound. We hung out a little bit, Brad took off to pick up Kat and we caught a ride with Greg to get another little snack at our favorite place "Juanitas". Back to the boat and the sanding commenced. Power disk sanders and two scrapers made easy work of the 40 layers of paint on "tinkerbell". We still had a lot to do to it, but it was getting towards dinner time already and we had a warm bus ride home to down town to survive. Home, dinner, bed. Good enough for Scott at least.
Saturday: 8:30am on the bus and going back to the marina. More and more sanding, inside and out. Scott turned green due to all the dust.
sunflower-seed mystery bug
And there ain't nothing quite like a nice hose shower after sanding the hull of a boat. Mmm. With three of us working on that thing we finally got it to a point where it could be painted, but we still had to wait for it to dry out a little bit. We took the bus home and let Brad take care of the painting that evening. Brad called later telling Scott that he had talked to the mechanic and that the car was done. $943 pesos would be damage. Not just a hose and belt like we were hoping for. It would be picked up tomorrow at some point and Leaf would have to be informed of a little expense he incurred while out of the country.
Sunday: Yeah. 12:00pm sail to promote the Patricia Belle during the "International Regatta" in Mazatlan.
We had been invited by the harbor master himself to go out and show off the sails to all the beach crowds that would be there to watch the races. We didn't take part in the race of course because we would have just worked everyone else because we have twice the amount of sail. But we made it out there for a good 5 hours of some pretty intense wind and surf. Perfect day for sailing, not to mention a race. There were only 18 people total on the boat today, which made it a little easier for manipulating them to move out of the way of the sails while tacking and jibing, but still enough to have to keep an eye out for sickies and old ladies overboard. We got back to dock with no lunches lost and nobody wet, so all in all it was a good day.
disposing the corpse
We got paid and went to get the car from the shop. $943 pesos later we have a functional automobile again. We have been needing food for days now, so we stopped at Soriana (one of the local megamarts) on the way home. Got enough food to last us another month hopefully. Showered, ate dinner, and early to bed.
Monday: Today. Painting the dinghy Talking to the cap'n. Eating frozen fish. Listening to gooooood music. Reading. Beer. AC. Cat butt worms. And more AC. It's been a good day. Chau