Steve and Alison arrived around noon, after being taken on a wild goose chase by a cab driver who seemed unable to comprehend where the marina is.
We sailed and motored to Yelapa, which is a tiny, primitive fishing village about 14 miles from Puerto Vallarta. There are no roads, no cars, no electricity. The only ways to get there are by boat or by burro.
It's difficult to anchor at Yelapa, because the water's very deep except along the shore, but we finally found a place between two other sailboats.
Steve and Alison paddled ashore in the Royaks, while Roy and I relaxed on the boat. Unfortunately, when I took Roy's waders out of his Royak, one of his cuffs fell overboard, and we were unable to retrieve it.
When Steve and Alison got back, we ate supper and then headed back to Puerto Vallarta. It was pitch dark when we got there, but Roy had no problem finding the entrance. The marina was well lighted and totally calm, so we got into our slip easily.
Steve and Alison returned to their hotel by cab. Roy and I strolled around a while. It was a lovely evening.
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