Day Trippin’

Sayulita lunch counter

Sayulita lunch counter

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Sayulita surf dog

Sayulita surf dog

We rented a car for a couple of days for a road trip to Sayulita and to see what had changed in Puerto Vallarta since the last time we were there.  Our San Francisco pals Don and Paul discovered Sayulita years ago and it had always been on our “to see” list.   So we took the scenic drive through the hilly countryside and one-horse towns and amazingly didn’t get lost.

Chicas in Sayulita

Chicas in Sayulita

Sayulita street

Sayulita street

What once was a secret oasis is now a happening surf town with a sturdy base of local charm filled with ex-pat retirees and young hipsters “dropping out” from the bourgeois capitalist society back home to start their own here in Mexico LOL.   (Take note Portlandia this place is a sketch in the making.)   Here they’ve opened restaurants, galleries, coffee bars and cool but overpriced gift stores.

Hip, happening Sayulita shop

Hip, happening Sayulita shop

street performer in Sayulita

street performer in Sayulita

DSCN1425 DSCN1430The beach here is enjoyed by local families, vacationers and surfers, as the easy break is an ideal place for the novice rider to hang ten, or just hang out.   We explored the town and had a dynamite fish dinner at a little place called Jakal.  Check it out if you are ever in the area.   It was a toss up between here and the delicious smelling pizza from the wood-burning oven next door.   I don’t think you can go wrong with your dining options in this town.    All in all, it was a wonderful day on dry land, but, sorry to say, the secret is out about Sayulita.  Still, it is well worth the visit.

Next we were off to Puerto Vallarta, a mid-size city with everything from time shares, resort hotels with alligator shaped slides to deluxe private villas with your own infinity pool overlooking the ocean.   IMAG0271 IMAG0273

Regardless of your accommodations, the town itself is definitely worth exploring.  The malecón (promenade) takes you along the beach in front of the older part of town, which is much more interesting than the suburban sprawl around the edges.

Lucha libre mask for sale in Puerto Vallarta

Lucha libre mask for sale in Puerto Vallarta

You’ll find an open plaza with families listening to music and dancing as well as vendors hawking souvenirs.  There are a lot of restaurants, shops, churches and interesting architecture, especially in the older section of town known as Zona Romantica.  Here the cobble stone

Streets of Puerto Vallarta

Streets of Puerto Vallarta

PV street sign

Street sign

streets climb from the beach up steep hillsides, and buildings with wrought iron balconies line up to snag a part of the view.   This section of town is extremely gay friendly, as PV is one of the gay centers of Mexico.   Even with our memory from previous visits we had a hilarious time trying to wind our way up and down the one way streets in search of a water filter store (yes, we are living the life).   Street signs, if there are any, are beautiful tile signs embedded in an upper corner of the buildings.  This of course adds to the charm of the area and is fine when on foot, but we were driving and had a hell of a time locating the little street signs before passing them by.  We went round the same streets 3 or 4 times and felt like Chevy Chase on the roundabout in European Vacation until we finally found the place, only to learn that the store was gone.  Oh well, we still enjoyed the sense of accomplishment from finding a needle in a haystack among the one-way, cobble-stoned, dusty, chaotic, maze-like streets of this town.  Sometimes, completing even the most banal tasks is satisfying.

Upscale dining with Lucy

Upscale dining with Lucy

Delicious dinner at Coco's Kitchen in Puerto Vallarta

Delicious dinner at Coco’s Kitchen in Puerto Vallarta

Afterwards, we parked the car, took a few deep breaths and enjoyed strolling around old-town PV.  We were pleased to find one of our favorite restaurants (thanks to Tom & Andre), Coco’s Kitchen, still alive and well and happy to seat our party of 3.

Potlucks, Pickles and Packages

We celebrated Christmas and rang in the New Year in La Cruz de Huanacaxtle or thankfully just called La Cruz, a friendly little town about 10 miles North of Puerto Vallarta.  La Cruz and PV are located on a big bay called Bahia Banderas (Banderas Bay).

La Cruz coastline

La Cruz coastline

La Cruz

Closest we got to church in La Cruz

And although we missed seeing our family and friends and even a little snow, we did enjoy several potluck parties to celebrate the holidays with some of our old boating pals and several new ones.

Happy New Year

Happy New Year

If you are reading this blog and planning your own sailing adventure, don’t forget to add disposable serving dishes and easy one pot recipes to your inventory list, because if there is one thing cruisers love more than calm seas, it’s a potluck.   So everyone feel free to send me your favorite easy recipes that don’t include mayonnaise. (hot sun + mayo = green boaters)

Since we used to keep Neko in Puerto Vallarta and had spent a lot of time there, we decided to only take a day trip into PV proper and focus our time exploring other parts of Banderas Bay.

La Cruz also gave us the opportunity to catch up with our old PV marina neighbors, Val & Ron who now live full time in La Cruz.  We had a great dinner with them hearing about their new life on land.   A big thanks to Val for the ride to the Mega, not having to schlep groceries back on the bus was a real treat!

Mary's maiden voyage on the stand up paddle board

Mary’s maiden voyage on the stand up paddle board

We took road trips to Sayulita (click here for side trip post), Puerto Vallarta and sailed over to Punta Mita (that’s when we saw the whales).   Some days we broke out the boat “toys” which included kitesurfing for Peter and an opportunity for us to christen the stand up paddle board.

Emily, Tom (Girl Four) Mary & Peter rockin' night at Philos

Emily, Tom (Girl Four) Mary & Peter rockin’ night at Philos

Plus great nights out with Emily and Tom from  “Girl Four” listening to live music at Philos (a local bar run by Philo, a timeless musician with a kickin’ band)

I even got Captain Pete out on the dance floor.

Philo and Leon jammin'

Philo and Leon jammin’

Leon, one of the guys in Philo’s band is an 85 years old dude who wears every kind of percussion instrument you can imagine and the crowd loves him.    If you are ever in La Cruz, have dinner at Tacos on the Street, it is a family business that has grown from literally tacos on the street to a sit down restaurant, with their specialty being carne asada tacos.   You know if a place famous for their beef still does a fantastic veggie version for this pain in the ass gringo, it is good.

We went for a crazy dinner with the crews from “Heavy Metal”, “Destiny,” “Ayla May” and “Permanently Temporary”, which included more dogs than people LOL.

Destiny's child(ren) 2 of the 5 dogs in our group

Destiny’s child(ren)
2 of the 5 dogs in our group

Traveling with Lucy has its obstacles but since most restaurants and bars are open air, she is welcomed almost everywhere.   So 11 people brought 5 dogs along for a fun dinner and night on the town.

Best of all, every Sunday La Cruz hosts a farmer’s/fish market that rivals many I’ve seen in California.

La Cruz farmer's market

La Cruz farmer’s market

If you go, go hungry because along with fresh fish and produce they have a lot of prepared foods and baked goods.

Who knew you could buy fresh homemade dill pickles from a Southern lady living in Mexico.  Thankfully you can!!

Yikes, as I write this it dawns on me, all we do is eat and drink.

empanadas

empanadas

Although we had a great time in this area, we ended up staying longer than we planned waiting for a package of boat parts for various repairs.  Long and boring story short, thanks to my Dad’s heroic shipping skills, the package made it to Mexico in record time, but spent forever in customs jail and, because DHL sucks, and it is impossible to call a toll free # in the states from another country and nobody seems to have direct phone numbers anymore, the package was sent BACK to the U.S. against our explicit instructions (warning never try to send liquid to another country).   So with those lessons learned and a refund from DHL, we sail South for new adventures, new friends and hopefully a new package of parts waiting for us in Manzanillo.

Click here to see more La Cruz photos

Hitchhiker’s Guide to Crocodiles

We had a jam packed week moving from the Baja peninsula across the Sea of Cortez to Mexico’s mainland.   We started with a quick 11NM sail from La Paz to Espíritu Santo, a beautiful 7.75 mile long island full of marine life and quiet coves.  Because it is part of the national marine park system, the island is protected and uninhabited by humans apart from a handful of fishermen.

Neko in Espíritu

Neko in Espíritu

We’d stopped here in Partida Cove on our way to La Paz and wanted to return to check out another one of the quiet coves.   Our friends on “Celebration” were the only other boat in Raza Cove which made for a perfectly peaceful evening and lovely way to say, “hasta luego” to Richard and Audrey.   We look forward to seeing them again later in our travels.

Sidebar:  Our first time to Espíritu Santo; was with our first “hitchhiker”.  What the what, you ask???!!!   Yes, I felt the same way.  When we were anchored in Muertos Cove on our way to La Paz, Peter took Lucy ashore to get some land time.  On the beach Peter met Alex, a young Canadian traveling around Baja on foot after his mountain bike suffered repeated flats from the tough terrain.  Peter radioed me to say that he had invited Alex to travel on our boat back to La Paz.  I of course thought this was nuts and we would be killed in our sleep, tossed overboard and the latest sensationalized murder story to fill up the cable news shows.

Lucy, Mary, Peter and Alex

Lucy, Mary, Peter and Alex

But the moment Alex stepped aboard I could tell all would be fine (isnt’ that how all those stories begin LOL).  He had never been on a sailboat, but immediately jumped in to help, learn and could not have been a nicer guy.

Espíritu by land

Espíritu by land

He wanted to see wild Espíritu, so we stopped there one night before dropping him off in La Paz.  Oh Canada, you raised him well.

So back to Espíritu part two, you could spend a week+ here exploring all the coves, but after only one night, the positive weather report was the ticket for us to start the 300 NM crossing of the Sea of Cortez from Baja to the mainland.   The winds the first day were perfect for sailing and we buzzed along day and night.  The second day, the winds died down, so we had to do some motoring.

Mary off the clock

Luckily there was a full moon, making it much easier to spot the odd boat and sea turtle swimming by on night watches.   We do 3 hour watches, which means I am on duty for 3 hours while Peter naps and then we switch off and I try to get a little shuteye.  After 2 days of this your sleep pattern is off and you catch zzzzs whenever.

After 50 hours of sailing, we were thrilled to see the stunning island of Isla Isabel and happily dropped our anchor behind the picturesque Las Monas rocks.

Las Monas, Isla Isabel

Las Monas, Isla Isabel

Soon after we were hailed on the radio by “Heavy Metal”, another sailboat nearby inviting us over for sunset cocktails.  Peter, Lucy & I dinked over and met Rigo and Deborah who were our link to meeting several other boats who welcomed us into their band of merry pirates.

Isla Isabel was the perfect place to catch up on some sleep, chill out, snorkel and see something I haven’t seen before – blue footed boobies.   I’m not much of a birder, but these little guys were so comical I couldn’t help but laugh.  And yes, they really do have bright blue blue feet.

Blue footed boobies

Blue footed boobies

The males do this funny “dance”, swaying from side to side lifting their feet to attract females.  It is so damn cute, I can’t believe Pixar hasn’t made a kid’s movie about them.   (more Isla Isabel photos)

Matanchén, was our next stop and first official mainland port.  We traveled the 42NM within the small fleet of boats we met in Isabel and spent the next few days getting to know them and exploring the area.

Matatchén Bay, Mexico

Matatchén Bay, Mexico

Matanchén is a large shallow bay perfect for easy anchoring and dinghy landings on the beach.   The only downside is the infamous Jejenes (“hay-hay-nays”) which are tiny no-see-ums that inhabit the beaches especially at dusk and really throw a wrench into sunset happy hours.  The restaurants burn coconut husks and the smoke somewhat helps to keep them away, but those annoying little bastards loved me and almost a week later my legs still look like I have a case of the chicken pox.   Oh, the price we pay for living the life of leisure.

Matanchén is just a short drive away from San Blas, a charming little fishing town of Longfellow’s famed poem “The Bells of San Blas”  (never say I didn’t teach you anything in this blog).    Luckily the fleet of boats we met back in Isabel had given us the inside scoop on taking the early morning panga tour through the mangroves for first crack at seeing the wildlife.  And we joined the crews from “Heavy Metal”, “Destiny”, “Sand Dollar”, “Cat2Fold” and “Ayla May” for a jungle tour.

Crocodile on the banks of Rio Tovara

Crocodile on the banks of Rio Tovara

It was absolutely beautiful (thankfully bug free) and full of birds, iguanas, turtles and crocodiles.  Even this Florida Gator was impressed with the size of these suckers.   At the end of the trip down Rio La Tovara you end up in a fresh water spring that is fenced off so you can take a dip without being lunch for the crocs you just saw.   Everyone knows rusty chicken wire will keep out even the most determine croc 😉   We all had a great time swinging out into the river, showing off our best cannonballs, back flips and belly flops. (see more photos)

Peter swinging into La Tovara Spring

Peter swinging into La Tovara Spring

Fish monger in San Blas

Fish monger in San Blas

Next we went into the town center to tourist around and hit the markets for fresh produce.   But what seemed to be the highlight of the day was our ride back to the beach.  Now it was our turn to be the hitch hikers.  As we waited for the bus a local family pulled up in their pickup truck asked, “La Playa?” and motioned for us to jump in the back.  So ten of us along with two locals already back there jammed onto wooden benches and held on for dear life while we whizzed down the road.  I don’t know what was more dangerous swimming near crocodiles or riding in the back of a pickup going 70mhp, but I do know they both were a blast.   (click here to ride with us)

Hitching a ride back to the beach with crews from Sand Dollar & Cat2fold

Hitching a ride back to the beach with crews from Sand Dollar & Cat2fold

Peace out

Well, it is definitely true what they say: setting a cruising schedule is futile.                        La Paz (Spanish for Peace) wasn’t even on our original agenda, but the more we heard about it, the more curious we became.  Cut to one month, yes that’s right, one MONTH later and we are finally throwing off the dock lines and heading over to the mainland of Mexico.

La Paz

La Paz

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Pete says sometimes he feels like this guy.

La Paz is a charming seaside town and the capital of the state of Baja California Sur (Mexico has states just like the U.S.A.)   Thankfully they’ve found the balance of embracing visitors without selling their soul to el diablo and turning everything into a tourist trap.     Downtown La PazThe city has kept its charm and has an active town center with shops, markets, great restaurants, etc.  And although it is on the water it isn’t chock full of mega beach resorts – kind of like the Florida Keys, better for water activities than lounging on the beach.   There is a strong ex-pat boating community here that provides support and camaraderie.  I’ve become addicted to their biweekly game of dominoes and we even shared an intimate pot luck Thanksgiving dinner with 300 of our closest new boating friends.

Night out with crew from Celebration and Ariel IV

Night out with crew from Celebration and Ariel IV

Good lord we’ve even hosted and attended dinner parties, stayed out past midnight and made some great friends we hope to see again along the way.

Kilo of hot peppers anyone??

But it isn’t only about the gringos; we are fully embracing the city as a whole.  It is great to hear Spanish spoken all the time and we are trying hard to learn.   My problem is that I really get shy when it is time to speak.   I understand a lot more than I can say and my vocabulary is building, but I just need to put the words together without sounding like an idiot.  Practice, practice, practice and as David Sedaris says, “Me talk pretty one day.”
But, I will pat myself on the back for figuring out the bus system.  I love a bus.  To me it allows you to really see a city and its people.  And sometimes DSCN0971getting lost is the best part.  Being here for this long stretch has given us the opportunity to “live” here and has opened the window a bit on another culture, language, and community we were hoping for on this trip.

The Malecon

The Malecon

We are off to Isla Espíritu Santo, an island and National Park know for its marine life.   Then we will embark on our 2 day crossing, across the Sea of Cortez to La Cruz on the mainland of Mexico.
Peace out…

More La Paz Photos

Cabo, bitches

To join or not to join (the Baja Haha), that was the question we asked ourselves as we started our adventure.  Normally we aren’t “joiners”, but this trip is also about broadening ourselves, not just from the challenges of living on the boat and traveling to other countries, but to get out of our comfort zone and say yes to the the scarey, the cheesy and god forbid the small talk.  So we signed up and joined in on the reindeer games.   And guess what, we survived LOL.

Captain Pete

Captain Pete

The one thing they say about the Baja Haha rally is it gets you going, and boy did it do that.  It was time to stop all the putzing around and start this trip we’d been planning forever.   We sailed from San Diego to Cabo San Lucas at the bottom of the Baja peninsula  (about 800 miles) in 11 days, with two stops along the way.   For those of you who don’t sail, that is A LOT of sailing in a short amount of time.

About 130 boats left San Diego on a foggy, rainy and chilly morning.

Start of the 2013 Baja Haha rally

Start of the 2013 Baja Haha rally

Apart from the crappy weather everyone was in good spirits and ready to roll.   Happily our friends Mark and Lori joined us on this adventure.

Lori & Mark, true friends and fantastic crew

Lori & Mark, true friends and fantastic crew

We stopped in Turtle Bay and Bahia Santa Maria for some rest and aforementioned group activities  😉    Turtle Bay is a tiny dusty town in the middle of no where full of friendly folks.   We arrived on Halloween and the local kids trick-or-treated by just saying “candy” and were thrilled to get candy or better yet money from the gringos.

Angel, Ezekiel and Alan

Angel, Ezekiel and Alan in Turtle Bay

The Haha also set up a baseball game for all the sailors and the locals (who are actually excellent at baseball) and a good time was had by all.

Peter at bat

Peter at bat. Turtle Bay baseball game.

Lucy was THRILLED to hit terra firma and fit right in with the local dogs, just like the good old days in Belize.

Bahia Santa Maria

Bahia Santa Maria

Next stop was beautiful Bahia Santa Maria.   The opposite of Turtle Bay’s desert-like landscape, here the hills were alive and green and looked more like Ireland than the Mexican coast.   There are only a few fisherman and the lighthouse keeper and his family who live here, but they were ready to host a party, complete with band (who drove 400 miles for this), food

Peter on high

Peter on high

and of course cerveza.  We did a little exploring in the tide pools, kayaking and Peter went up the mast to repair a shackle that sent our spinnaker into the ocean during leg 2 of the sail.

Look out below

Look out below

Tide pools, Bahia Santa Maria

Tide pools, Bahia Santa Maria

Finally we arrived in the big city.  Cabo is exactly what you think or know it is (Disney, Vegas, Fort Lauderdale and Bourbon Street rolled up into one Mexican-accented frat party.)   Don’t get me wrong, the locals are extremely nice, but did we really come all this way for Señor Frogs, jets skis and 2-for-1 Coronas?  (Ok, maybe the 2-for-1’s)  But, we also needed to clear immigrations, check in with the port captain and wait out some bad weather before moving on.    We said goodbye to our fearless crew and yes, even attended the Haha closing ceremonies where we came in 3rd in our division (more photos)

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On the hook

Sha, sha, sharrrkkkk

Sha, sha, sharrrkkkk

If you have only cleared into a country through the airport, never complain about long customs lines again.  The immigration office is about a 15 minute walk from the harbor, where you wait on line, pray you have the proper paper work, then walk another 10 blocks to the port captains office to let him know you are here and who is on your boat, pay a fee and blah, blah, blah.   Long story short, computers were down, so credit cards didn’t work, they won’t accept cash and after 3 hours of waiting we have to go back on Monday.  Ahhh, the beginning of not sweating the small stuff.  We’ve got nowhere to go and plenty of time to get there.

Watch Dog

Watch Dog

So, as I type this entry -after a long warm day of swimming, and fixing the boat – the good and the bad of this life, Peter and I settle down with a cocktail to watch yet another gorgeous sunset and to quietly reflect on the day and the trip. The ice cubes clink and the surf breaks and we hear the approaching roar of a power boat towing a giant inflatable banana and the rider’s war cry, “Cabo, bitches!!”

Cabo, bitches indeed…

Neko crew in Bahia Santa Maria

Neko crew in Bahia Santa Maria

The Countdown Begins

Wow, blogging is harder than I thought.  Not coming up with what to say, but navigating the cruel waters of formatting the damn thing and getting sucked down the wormhole of design layout and photos.   Peter has done the hard part of getting this up and running, and I am finally coming to the party.

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Happy 50th mom & dad

We are in San Diego where we’ve had Neko hauled out for bottom paint and a few other odds and ends. Like always, an estimated 5 days turned into 3 weeks of work & waiting for rudder bearings that had to be shipped from France (only the finest for us 😉 ) So we’ve enjoyed exploring San Diego and taking the time for travels, including a surprise dinner celebration for my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.   We had a bittersweet trip back East to see family and friends, and take Mr Kitty to my parent’s house.  We love him and miss him dearly, but a sea sick cat is not a happy cat, so like all senior citizens he has decided to retire to the Sunshine State.     Even Lucy misses him.

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With just over a week to go before we set sail on the Baja Haha and the start of our big adventure, we are excited and somewhat in a panic that we have everything done.   But I think we could putz around forever and we just need to cast off the lines and go.   That is the main reason for joining the Haha.  For those of you who don’t know about the Haha, it is a boat rally that sails down the Baja peninsula (San Diego to Cabo)  http://www.baja-haha.com/index.html
It is the official start of the west cruising season, a way to meet other boaters, but mainly a kick in the ass to get us started on this radical sabbatical.