Journal Entry – March 21, 2005 – Happy Hour in Tenacatita

Author: Scott

All good things must come to an end, and thus our time at Barra de Navidad had to end. We have a Dr. to see in PV and a puddle jump to prepare for. We regretfully turned in our towels to the hotel, see ya later Mr. pool. We scooped up our scrumptious baked goods from the French Baker and prepared the boat to hit the road again. We did not have a lofty goal for today, just ten miles up the coast to Tenecatita, but a ten mile journey still requires a lot of prep work. When all was ready, we looked around the dock for some willing victims to help us with our lines. I was thinking, “hey you want to see something really neat, come watch these blind folks pull out of this tiny channel in their tough mama of a slug boat”. Backing out is never easy but with the boat sticking out behind us and the thin fairways we were in for a test. Wouldn’t you know it that both Tournesol and the two of us rose to the occasion and zipped right out and we were off, weeeeeeee doggie (as Amy would say)!

The trip over to Tenecatita was quick and we were visited by a few other sailboats, and even took some pictures while others took pictures of us. We knew that there would be some other boats that we know at Tenecatita and we decided we would have an impromptu Happy Hour Party to help ease our pain of departing Barra. Upon arrival we squeezed ourselves in among the other anchored boats, and managed to snuggle up close to the mouth of the Iguana River, in a perfect spot (at least it seemed perfect, but later we would realize that the mosquitoes also liked the spot). We called over to Mija to see if they wanted to swing by and we also called up Mamouna since we knew they were around. Both agreed to come by, and would bring an appetizer along with them. We put together some simple appetizers and made a CD for the party.

The party was a hit, Mamouna brought some cheese from Ecuador and Mija brought a yummy artichoke dip. Even though the two other couples had never met, we soon all settled down in the cockpit for a night of munchies and boat stories. Doug and Lisa told us of their escapades in South and Central America and their recent return from the Galapagos Islands. We all stayed up way past our bedtime, and had been unaware of the feasting the mosquitoes had done to us. It was a great night in one of our favorite spots, and exactly what we had hoped the cruising life would be like.