Woke up: La Manzanilla, Bahia Tenacatita, Mexico
Went to sleep: La Manzanilla, Bahia Tenacatita, Mexico
We left the boat early this morning to deliver our laundry to the lavanderia. The towels and sheets and pillow cases and clothes we wore on our overnight(s) passage were damp with salt water. Nothing will dry here so don’t even think about it.
At the lavanderia, housed in the front of someone’s home, a young, attractive Spanish woman with a baby on her hip cheerfully weighed our clothing in a large basket scale hanging from the ceiling in the center of the room. She helped us with our Espanol while telling us our 9 kgs of laundry would be ready at 6:00 pm and the charge would be 90 pesos ($6.50).
Back at Penelope, Peter spent several hours scraping barnacles off the hull. In this warm, salt water, the barnacles grow faster than you can say, “Holy Barnacle, Bat Man!”
The barnacles don’t cause harm to a fiberglass boat, really, the primary problem is they slow us down. Lord knows, with an average speed of 4 knots, you can’t allow anything to slow you down if you can help it. I’ve come to envy our friends on faster boats who can jet around from place to place at 8 – 10 knots.
Later in the afternoon we took the dinghy from La Manzanilla to the north side of Bahia Tenacatita, about 2 miles away. We raised the motor so as not to scrape the prop across the sandy bottom. Peter carefully rowed us through a rock out cropping, over the surf, and to Boca el Garrion, the mouth of Estero Verde, the green estuary.
We meandered left then right then left then right up the “river” lined with lush mangroves on either side. We’re trying to find a crocodillo but they must be sleeping through the lazy afternoon. The estuary is teeming with snowy egrets, brown pelicans and green heron.
At 6:00 pm we picked up our laundry. I don’t know what kind of detergent she uses but everything smells delicious. This is definitely the way to go!