Spent the morning doing the laundry. In the afternoon, we went on a futile diesel run. You'd think a fancy marina like this would have a fuel dock, but it doesn't. Roy pulled the wagon with two empty jerry cans on it over to the Pemex station where we used to get diesel, but they don't carry it any more. The attendant told us we could get diesel at the other Pemex, which is on the road to La Paz and about one kilometer away, so we began walking in that direction. After 1 1/2 kilometers, we asked someone else and were told it was a kilometer away. At that point, we decided we didn't really need extra diesel after all. There was a strong wind blowing, so we'd be able to sail all the way to Puerto Vallarta, and we had a full tank.
Saw a little barber shop, so Roy got his hair cut. Bought a few groceries.
Roy phoned Steve and confirmed his plans to meet us in Puerto Vallarta. I talked with Nancy on the phone, but wasn't able to reach Kathy.
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