20-days into the Sail and we have only gone from Acapulco to Zihuatenejo to Las Hadas, Manzanillo. Many more miles to go. From Club de Yates de Acapulco to Rick?s Bar to Dolphin rapists to gorgeous Las Hadas, oh my.
Kinship II is anchored right outside the hotel made famous in the film, 10. It is probably one of the prettiest marinas and certainly the most stunning resort I have ever laid eyes upon. Its called Las Hadas. In Manzanillo.
This travelogue will not discuss much about where I am now, because that is still unfolding, but it should get my trip better up-to-date
We arrived after spending over three days at sea. Most of the journey was delightful. We had spent a couple days in a little charming bay called Zihuatinejo after having dropped Carolina and a crow bar off at Rick?s Bar, a famous — amongst the Cruisers — bar and information center that really is the juice for this expat 40s-70s land of joy and peace.
She was going to be travelling with her friend Joe in his 36-foot Beneteau called Music. Gorgeous boat and to boot, Joe retired from Maxis, the purveyors of SimCity, SimAnt, The Simms, etc. Sadly, its not Maxis any more, its Electronic Arts. RIP.
She was (and is I guess) a dolphin trainer who spends much of her year living in Winnepeg. In Canada, she is Carolyn, but in Puerto Vallarta she is Carolina.
Female dolphins will take you down if you try to mess with their menfolk! So, although your entire spiritual life might change — you might enjoy in your sentient exploration on this planet a great leap of trust, faith, understanding, tranquility — beware the pod of dolphins because they act more like the Crips and the Bloods! They will cut you if you take their men, bitch! They will gang up on you and take from you your innocence, your flower! Beware the wilding porpoise. Is that a bottle on your nose or are you happy to see me?
Wow, who would have known? I have spent many water hours with dolphins, but I guess I am just not their type. Don?t like the manly man, maybe.
So we like Carolina because the moment she got on board she looked around and said, “this is a boy boat and needs a woman?s touch” and proceeded to start cleaning the cabin and around the hulls and even mustered some elbow grease and scrubbed out both of our heads.
When we delivered her — and a huge crow bar left behind in the engine compartment of a boat in Acapulco, owned by a mechanic in Zihua — we were able to convince Rick?s that we deserved free beer and Joe that he should buy us dinner. Actually, that?s a lie, he offered.
They do have lots of fun and the Friday night we were there, we enjoyed Open Mic night which consisted of a bunch of 60s and 70s hippies and rockers reliving their amazingly easy to play music. From the Beatles to Baez, from James Taylor to Crosby Still & Nash.
When we finally were able to pull ourselves away, we were in love. Our first experience was awful and Zihua really came across as being super-sterilized for the touristas, but since we had to stay an extra day to be able to complete a screwed up harbor capitan check in/check out, we gave it Friday night.
And Friday night was all it took. We anchored the cat in the clean part of the bay where all the cruisers anchored, so to make it to town, we had to buzz the little dink quite a spell. And when we arrived at the little municipal pier, we discovered a dozen other dinks pulled ashore, already at Rick?s.
That was the night be thought it was pretty Disney, but the following night and for the rest of our time there, we were really very charmed. In fact, both Mark and I fell in love with this gorgeous couple and their little girl. So young, so happy, so beautiful! Ladies, this would be a great time to land Mister Harrison as I think this trip got his biological clock a-tickin?. It certainly has me missing Wendy something awful. Although not remotely able to replace touch and proximity, thank god for the internet, ubiquitous Inernet Caf? and my GSM world phone, which has recently broken but has not worked since we left Acapulco.
