Routine?

Could life in Paradise be devolving into a routine?  It felt a bit like it this week.  I did some more bird photography, which is now pretty much dialed in.  The only glitch was the dinghy outboard wouldn't start, so I couldn't go way back up the estuary as I had planned.  The problem turned out to be just a fouled sparkplug, so I decided to put together a little kit to clean or replace a bad plug that would be carried in the dinghy.  Don't want to get stranded a couple of miles from nowhere.  There was also the usual beach walks, the sunsets, thunderstorms and, of course, the boat work and associated errands.  Paradise ain't fer sissies, so next week I'll fly up to Vancouver to meet Carol for a bit of a break.  I'm told I'll need these things they call "jackets" and "long pants."  I think I remember what they are, but not sure how to wear them any more....Any suggestions?

Beach sunset

Charter fishing boats at dawn, getting ready to go out

for a major tournament.

Nearly full moon peeking through the clouds just

before sunrise.

Local fisherman casting the net right behind my boat.

 Slow motion casting of the net

Snowy egret

Yellow crowned night heron chick in the nest.

First time I've seen a butterfly on my dock lines.

I did a lot of bus riding this week.  On this trip, I noticed

I happened to be sitting just where I was reflected in a

mirror.  So of course I did a selfie.

This little boy appeared to be on his own, but was

fine with it other than the boredom.

A mother and child were seated behind me on

the way back.  The child got fidgety and

flopped a hand between the seats that eventually

migrated onto my shoulder.  Rather than shy

away from touching a stranger, the child seemed

to like it, and the hand remained until they 

arrived at their stop.

This is the ATM bus terminal in old town Puerto Vallarta,

and the last stop on the bus from Nuevo Vallarta.

It's about half a mile from here to the beginning of the

malecon, and another mile to the romantic zone.  

If you don't want to walk it, you catch a local 

"chicken bus" a couple of blocks away.

Close-up of the bead work on a large parrot sculpture in

the Huichol art gallery on the malecon.

Wall mural at a local basketball court

The Rio Cuale is pretty muddy now with

the almost daily rain in the mountains.

How many black birds do you see where

the water meets the rocks?

The muddy river water fanning out into the blue waters

of Banderas Bay.

The cap rail on the transom got sanded and two new

coats of Cetol Gloss.

Working on the port side cap rail.  Sanded, masked and

one coat of Cetol Gloss so far.

The kit for cleaning or replacing the sparkplug

for the dinghy outboard.