It’s hard to imagine an angry sea when a scene like this appears on the horizon. Michael is slowly putting Sea Venture back together. He had 88 pounds of laundry to do, which would have taken a week to finish using our washer on board. The $44 he paid to the woman in town was worth every penny. He does keep finding surprises on board, like dust covers from some of our cherished books (Jimmy Cornell’s, for example) in the trash. Why would anyone throw those away? As I said, he’s glad to have his boat back.
Beaching the dinghy through the surf has been an adventure, but he has finally figured out how to stow and launch that heavy thing on his own. He made great friends at the Immigration Office when he discovered the women there listen to Marcos Witt. They’ve had several praise sessions, and he has become Miguel to them. The quarantine officer spent time on board, enjoying a soda and conversation with Michael. And today, Michael finally had a much-needed haircut in town before he began the process of restocking the larder.
An interesting cruise ship appeared a couple of days ago.
Passengers have to disembark via dinghy, just like the regular folk.
Michael enjoyed meeting up with cruising friends from Huatulco and El Salvador who had also found themselves slammed by the same papagayo that brutalized Sea Venture. The Danish skipper of one boat almost died out there when a wave washed him over the side. His crew stopped the boat, but they had to pull him from the sea when he couldn’t hold on to the stanchion long enough. At least he survived.
Here’s a shot of Playa del Coco:
And here is another sunset:
Wish I were there. 🙂
I do, too!