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Hola from San Blas.
We left Mazatlan just at about 1230 on Monday the 16th of December. Our goal had been to leave by noon but as we were cleaning up the boat to go we discovered the holding tank had overflowed. The holding tank is what holds the waste from the head. The head is what we sailors call the toilet. The Brits call it the loo. At any rate when it overflowed it did not go over board. It overflowed inside the boat. That explained the off ...
... those little challenges that have been the excitement to our days for four months now.
For months now we have been living in the moment. Sure we have been thinking about everything in advance and leaving lots of room for the unexpected in a scheduling, but just dealing with what we encounter on the road.
Where will we eat, will there be fresh vegetables available in the next town? Where will the next police check be, how long ...
... Blas Social Club. I can’t remember the last thanksgiving that we weren’t surrounded by close friends and family and all-you-can-eat comfort foods, although I must say it was nice to not stuff myself silly, and I didn’t have to do any dishes.
We also loved when things quieted down and saw the town for it’s peaceful temperament. We played games in the hotel courtyard where we learned the ...
... turn driving.
We crossed the Mexico/Arizona border in Nogales, and spent the first night in Hermosillo. The fun really started when we hit the windy mountain roads as we got close to Copper Canyon, nose to nose with enormous logging trucks held together with only one chain and guys perched on top. Gene and I had visions of the logs breaking free and crashing through the windshield of the Pathfinder, crushing us all to a bloody pulp. I ...
... the other side, quieter. I'd heard it was full but the kind Don Franklin and his staff moved the fridges & other junk from a cabana to another, so I could have one - apologies to those who got warm beer that night!
The island was real desert island stuff - a few huts, swaying palms, turqouise waters, fine white sand & surrounding reefs - what better place to enjoy a quiet New Year.
As it turned out everyone was up for a bit of a ...