Made out our "check-out" crew list. Walked over to the shopping mall and had six copies run off. Bought a ton of groceries, which Roy pulled back to the boat in our little blue wagon. Then we started on our check-out rounds. Everything went relatively smoothly and quickly. One poor gringo was having a rough time in the Migracion office because he'd lost one of his papers. He'd been there at least an hour and was still there when we left.
While we were downtown, we went by Pro Essa and bought three quart bottles of propane. (The generator doesn't work, so we have to cook on the little propane stove.) We also crossed the bridge and bought a pound of fresh fish at the fish market.
Returned to the boat, ate lunch, and walked over to the dock-
master's office to pay our bill. Unfortunately, it was closed for siesta, so we went over to the Opequimar marine supply store. The "priceless" generator of 1990 was gone. They didn't have anything we wanted, except some popsicles in a freezer, so we each got a pink one. Delicious!
It was about 3:15 when we returned to the dockmaster's office. It was still closed, but a nice young man unlocked the door and accepted our money.
On the way back to the boat, we sat in the shade and ate two scoops of ice cream.
Roy hosed off the windows on the boat and filled the water tank. Took the boat to the fuel dock. Filled the tank and the jerry cans with diesel. Also filled the gasoline can with gas for the generator that doesn't work. Barely had enough money to pay for it. Then we took off for Zihuatanejo.
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