Water water everywhere....
Trip Start Dec 01, 2010
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We pulled into Puerto Escondido this morning after a spending a beautifully quiet night in Honeymoon Cove, a delightful little anchorage on Isla Danzante (Dancer's Island) just 3 miles from the entrance to this “hidden port”. It's called that because it is completely surrounded by mountains and you cannot see it until you get to the entrance. I think it should be called that because you don't want to find it. Just inside is an anchorage and then the channel leads you to a very large bay with a Fonatur Marina, a fuel dock and huge mooring field.
We pulled up to the fuel dock and took on 130 liters of diesel to top the tanks and then started to fill our water tanks. But there was another sailboat waiting to come to the dock for fuel and we got kicked off to allow them in. We radioed the marina office to discover where we could get water and if we could get a mooring and were told to go to the fuel dock for water and yes we could get a very expensive mooring. So we motored around for awhile waiting for the sailboat boat to fill up. 45 minutes later (they filled their water too!) they left and a large power boat pulled in. Of course Juan the attendant waved them in ahead of us as. Another hour puttering around in circles until a 60 foot sailboat meandered in line and of course they were waved in ahead of us.
We've never been enamoured with Puerto Escondido. The first time we stopped here was in May 2010 and the cruising community was in the middle of a pot luck Sunday meal on the quay. It looked festive and we were welcomed in for the feast. Although there were a few nice folks, we were immediately put off by the cliqueish nature of the crowd. Sometimes when people find a nice
place to camp or live they want to pull of the draw bridge so nobody else can come in. That's what it feels like here..
But after 2 years the memory fades and we figured we should give it another chance, maybe it was a bad day. So here we are, into the 2nd hour of waiting patiently while everybody who lives here gets priority or maybe the Juan just wanted to mess with us. Yesterday we were forced into coming about (a hard left) under sail because a Mexican Navy PT boat (PT152 if anybody cares) would have run us down in we hadn't. We were flying colors (US Flag) and believe that's possibly why they did it. I don't know what's going on here, but the sentiment is decidedly unAmerican
or possibly unCruiser. I couldn't be more disappointed at the moment. We've had such great experiences with almost every native or cruiser we've had the pleasure of meeting, but this area leaves me cold. Maybe I need to give it a little more time.