I had just finished posting last week's blog and was ready
to relax a bit when I heard a live trumpet right outside the
boat. It was my friend and neighbor Steve, summoning
me to the newly resurrected cruisers' BBQ. It turned into
a surprisingly busy night: helped a big yacht tie up, went
to the BBQ, watched part of a mini cirque du soleil show
in the amphitheater, and skipped the post-race party at
the Vallarta Yacht Club.
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| At the BBQ: friends old and new |
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Some real rain blew through over the weekend, giving me
a good excuse to work on my indolence.
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On Monday afternoon I headed off to La Cruz to have dinner
with friends Bob and Maureen. It takes two "combis" or
a combi and a bus to get therre. Here a bunch of combis are
jammed up at the "parada" (bus stop) at the Walmart in Bucerias.
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The little vans jam up to 18 people in them and rush around
the area picking up people and dropping them off. Depending
on the driver, it can be a wild ride. But at 12 pesos (about 60 cents)
it's hard to beat!
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(L to R), Bob, Donna, Todd, Mike, Lisa and Maureen on Paradisea, Bob
and Maureen's Island Packet. I hadn't seen Todd and Donna or Mike
and Lisa since last year, so it was a very nice surprise.
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| Sunset that evening in the La Cruz marina. |
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I spent the night on Paradisea, and the next morning Bob, Maureen
and I walked around the marina to the weekly public market.
This is the dock in front of the fish market tor use by the
fishing pangas.
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| The La Cruz market is definitely the prettiest one around. |
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These two boys were captivated by this swarthy fellow's music.
Or maybe it was the look.
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| Local color |
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The Mexican market version of a food court. Full of people
and much better food than the mall.
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| The music this time was good old American rock'n roll. |
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The only thing I bought (besides lunch) was this Huichol
yarn painting.
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Back in Puerto Vallarta on Wednesday, I took some photos
of wall murals between shopping errands.
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Imagine my surprise when I poked my head out of the
companionway in the morning (before coffee!) and
found myself nose-to-nose with one of the biggest
iguanas I've ever seen.
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Don't know which of us jumped the highest, but ultimately
he was more scared than I was, and made a quick retreat.
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Unlike Iggy, he didn't care to pose for a photo. He wouldn't smile
and quickly escaped by jumping overboard.
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