Got up at the first crack of dawn to move the boat. Were surprised to see so many people up and about so early, but later we found out the time here is an hour ahead of Cabo San Lucas time, so now we're two hours ahead of California time.
While I was cranking up the anchor, a guy in a panga came by and said something in Spanish that I interpreted as meaning we couldn't keep the boat there, so I said, "Si. Vamos." (Yes. We're going.) Guess it was the right answer, because he left.
Threaded our way through the crowded channel into the marina. This place has really grown since we were here 3 years ago. Lots of new buildings and docks. Looks a lot better.
We thought there were megabuck yachts in Cabo San Lucas, but this place is unreal. There's even a yacht so large that it has a helicopter on its upper deck and a big TV dish on its bow! I kid you not.
The rates here are half what they were in San Lucas--about $18 a day. They've remodeled the showers and restrooms, too. Much better.
After getting signed up at the marina, we walked over to the highway and caught a bus to the Port Captain's office. The bus fare has tripled since 1990. It's now 900 old pesos instead of 300.
Fortunately, the offices are still in the same place, so we didn't have any trouble finding them.
After checking in, we wandered around looking for propane. Ate lunch at a little restaurant. The fresh-squeezed orange juice was delicious, but the omelettes were more like pancakes.
After lunch, we went to Baskin-Robbins for ice cream. The posted menu for sundaes and specialties listed: "Banana Split, Muy Banana, Banana Royal." I asked for Muy Banana. The clerk looked puzzled. She asked, "Banana split?" I said, "No. Muy Banana." She asked, "Banana Royal?" I said, "No. Muy Banana." She asked, "Banana split?" This went on for 5 or 10 minutes. We never did figure out why she kept skipping over "Muy Banana" on the menu. A gringo who was fluent in Spanish even came over and tried to explain it to her, but she just didn't comprehend. Eventually, another clerk gave me what I wanted. And it was delicious.
We finally found the propane place, but it was closed for siesta.
Steve and Alison were due to arrive via Alaska Airlines at 4:15, so we took the bus to the airport. These old buses with their metal seats go bumping and bouncing over the cobblestones. It's a wonder they don't fall apart. They don't seem to have springs or shock absorbers.
While we were waiting for the plane, which was late, we wandered around the shopping center and actually found instant oatmeal! Bought two boxes. Drank some orange juice at a clean, attractive McDonald's.
Steve and Alison arrived a little after five. We took a cab to their hotel, which is a very nice one, right on the beach. After Steve and Alison got settled, we strolled along the beach in the twilight. Stopped at an open-air restaurant for supper. Had a table right next to the beach. Enjoyed the warm breeze, the setting sun, and the sound of the surf. The food was delicious, and the service excellent. A group of strolling musicians serenaded us. What a delightful evening!
After supper, we went up to their room to get Roy's mail, which Steve had brought down. Unfortunately, my letters to Chodar had been returned, marked "Addressee Unknown". Since he's supposed to be on parole, I'd say he's in major trouble. Maybe he's skipped the country.
Steve and Alison want to visit Yelapa, so we're going to take them down there tomorrow.
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