Woke up: Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Went to sleep: Cabo San Lucas, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Day Number 75
It’s Not the Banditos
Before we left for Mexico, a lot of people warned us of the drug cartels, government corruption, organized crime and violence. We were hopeful if we stayed near the popular tourist resorts and clear of seedy characters, we would be fine. No one warned us of the hazards of crossing the street, though! Beware! Apparently, it’s acceptable to run over pedestrians in Cabo.
We left the marina to anchor, once again, in the bay outside of Cabo in order that we might get an early start on our trip to Bahia Los Frailes tomorrow.
Peter suggested we drive a little way out into the ocean and use that time to charge our batteries and make water.
Once again, Marina de Cabo was the biggest rip-off we’ve encountered so far. The price was almost two times what we paid for a slip in Sausalito. There was no Wi-Fi, no potable water, and no evening breeze. In addition, the local discos had the mistaken idea I was interested in listening to rock and roll at an unnerving volume until the wee hours of the morning. The entire boat vibrated with the drumming until 3:00 am!
I should have known Pedro de Pascador had an ulterior motive. The fishing gear went out and we slowed the boat to an appropriate trolling speed.
Low and behold, within a short time we had two fish on AT ONCE. I started to jump up and down hollering, “What should I do? What should I do?” “Grab a pole, sweetheart.” he said.
Suddenly, just as quickly as the excitement began, both fish were gone. And two expensive lures were gone, too. Peter knew immediately the fish had been Wahhoo – the only fish with teeth sharp enough to cut the line.
Peter was miserable about his lures. He scolded himself, “I knew better. Everyone said there was Wahhoo out here. I should have listened.”
That evening Pedro spent several hours rigging each of his good lures with steel leader.