Woke up: Zihuatanejo, Guerrero, Mexico
Went to sleep: Zihuatanejo, Guerrero, Mexico
It’s always nice to have company and yet it’s equally nice to have the boat to ourselves, again. No one would ever say three people in 300 square feet is roomy.
Carol has stayed on our boat many times and seems to enjoy it. It takes a very adaptable person. Between travelling everywhere in the dinghy, risking getting drenched during a shore landing, Peter continuously warning us about our power and water consumption, using the head 8-feet from where we are sleeping, brushing your teeth in the kitchen sink, having to pump the handle to flush the toilet, smashing your head on the ceiling of your berth if you forget where you are, and being rocked to sleep but jolted awake in the middle of the night. You have to be a special person.
But my friend, Carol, has been known to back pack for three weeks in the Pyrenees with two pair of under pants. One she is wearing and one she just washed. Yes, Carol can handle this boat.
Peter took me to my favorite concrete slab where I did every yoga pose I know. Then I walked up the road to the fancy houses on the hill.
I noticed a municipal project underway. They appear to lay pipe essentially the same way we do in the United States although, I doubt if there is an engineer involved. Around here, they dig a trench and lay the pipe on a slope. They don’t backfill with ¾”-0” minus and they don’t compact to 90% Proctor. They just blow and go. Down here, my engineering skills are somewhat irrelevant.
On my way back, I stopped at a tienda for bottled water and the proprietor suggested I learn two Spanish words per day. He taught me, “El dia es bonito.” (The day is pretty.)
I walked the length of Playa la Ropa before I called Peter to retrieve me. It was a good long work out after five days of chips, guacamole, fish tacos, and flan.
I know Carol will join us again somewhere along the way.