Kevin's party team did not get out to go clubbing until almost 11:30 PM last night, so the last of them Kevin and DJ Real, Allen, did not make it in till after 5 AM this morning, about the time I got up to get my first cup of coffee. Kevin just occupied my bed while it was still warm.
The plan is to take Bella Donna out and as close to the beach as possible to recreate a Caribbean swim and play off the back. It looks like that is not likely until after lunch and that is fine; there will be plenty of time.
Early morning on the fly bridge with your cup of coffee watching the marina come to life is amazing. We remark how the operations are performed like clockwork. The fishing boats line up at the fuel dock. Water taxis ferry people in glass bottomed boats, pangas, to ready fishing boats. Cruise ship tenders bring in the eager tourists. Large catamarans known as day cats as they pack 30 to more than 50 people on deck to go out and whale watch and/or skin dive with the seals and dolphins. Separate scuba barges are piled high with filled tanks and equipment for those wishing to do scuba diving. This harbor is just one big money machine. This harbor must be crazy in the peak fishing season, October through December. Many of the fishing boats are just docked.
I told Deborah early this morning that she could serve breakfast to Kevin and friends around noon and this is just what happened. We had croissants some stuffed with goat cheese and salmon; others with jack and ham.
After breakfast/lunch we leave the dock and anchor just off the beaches east of Cabo in front of the hotels. No sooner than the anchor had settled the birthday boys were doing cannon balls off the side and swimming aggressively in the cool water. The day turned hot and the cool sea feels good; any thought of a hangover is gone.
John lowers the dinghy and the whole party group head for the crowed beach bars where an MC is organizing crazy contests that involve shots or chugging followed by physical feats. Everywhere you go in Cabo vendors are trying to separate you from your money. On the beach uniformed vendors almost outnumber the tourists on the beach. It can be annoying; however, just a quick "no gracias" and they quit the sales pitch. The other night a cute little 4 year old girl with a pitiful little look on her face approached me asking a dollar for one of her candies. She was dressed in a beautiful frilly colorful dress with her hair done up in a neat ponytail. She could not even be 3 feet tall but carried her little body in a mature way confident in handling a conversation with a strange man on a dark almost deserted quay. It was 8:30 PM, when is her bed time? I open my mouth to utter my pat answer and "no gracius" undecidedly comes out with great difficulty. Out of the corner of my eye I spot the mother making change for a customer a short distance away.
The wind is blowing the same as yesterday. We get John's kayak ski and my Hobie trimaran, Hobo, in the water. Soon we are streaking towards Land's End. John has mastered the paddling stroke and he has no problem keeping up with Hobo as I just sit and milk the sails for all the speed I can get. In just minutes that flew by so fast the time seemed like seconds we are near lover's beach and the cape, cabo, Land's End. As the arch reveals the Pacific on the other side, I prepare to tack and fall off on a reach to head back over the harbor entrance channel to the beginning of the beach. Once close enough to the swimming areas I trim for a run down the beach yielding plenty of time to search the crowd for the birthday party. No luck, they have been absorbed into the festive crowd. Four laps to Land's End does it for me. It takes a couple of passes at the stern of Bella Donna to sail Hobo to the swim platform. Hot from sailing in the hot sun I just turn and drop into the refreshing sea water.
Just before sunset Rea flags us from the surf; the others are on their way to the pickup point. Sundowners for everyone, the party continues. Dinner in the cockpit the clubbing folks get away about 11:30 again; the rest of us stay up past 1 AM closer to 2 AM.
Wednesday mourning is a repeat of Tuesday mourning except the birthday is over everyone flies out today. The boys at noon and Rea at 5 PM.
Later in the evening we found a little grill on a quiet street and enjoyed camarone y pescado ceviche, cheriso y queso nachos, mexican frito queso y camarones and two rounds of drinks for less than $50; this is pretty good as they take US dollars here instead of pesos and most prices are comparable to the US. Afterwards we look for coffee and pastries. It was a good night out.
God Bless Bella Donna
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