Wednesday, January 19, 2011 – leaving Barra
Joan and Clark left at 9 am on Sunday morning. Shortly after, the French baker arrived, so we loaded up and then we left to go anchor out. Half an hour from Barra took us to Cuastecomate, a intimate anchorage, just over the hill from Melaque. It was Sunday and the beach was crowded with locals playing in the water. The Mexicans enjoy their shores. It was lovely and peaceful and we enjoyed the solitude. Then, Monday it was back to Barra to get ready to greet the Klints on Tuesday.
The airport in Manzanillo is 20 miles away from Barra and 30 miles away from the town of Manzanillo. There is no bus service and only the airport taxis can be used from the airport. To meet the Klints at the airport would have been difficult, so we told them we would meet them at the Barra water taxi. I tracked their plane and it landed right on time. We were anchored in the lagoon, so I called a water taxi and arrived on land in plenty of time to be there before they could arrive. After about an hour, I started to worry. I realized that we had not told Dale how to call us from Mexico and worried that if something had happened they would not be able to reach us. I did try to call Dale’s cell, but there was no ring. I told myself that there was no reason to worry and settled down with my book. The next thing I knew, Sharon was leaning out the window of a cab yelling –“There she is!”.
The poor Klints had had a long day – starting at 2 am – so we opted for a quiet night on board. We will do the Barra night life when we return near the end of the week. Two margharitas and a good dinner later, we all retired by nine.
It was 54 degrees when we woke this morning, but by 10 am it is already into the mid 70’s and it is perfect weather. There are no winds forecasted and we are running north, hoping to catch a fish. Dale said he had checked his horoscope and he had excellent karma, so we are hopeful.
Big excitement – no fish yet, but Dale’s karma has brought us some porpoises.
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