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Travalog
Four Needless to say, we have gotten behind on our travelogs. This one was started while still in Mexico (old news), and we are now in Costa Rica. Where has all the time gone?! After a very calm overnight trip from Zihuatenejo, we arrived in Acapulco at the crack of dawn; so early that we had to throttle back to await daybreak. Acapulco, a city of 3 million people is built on the side of steep hills surrounding a beautiful natural harbor and after not seeing another light all night, it was truly spectacular having all the lights come into view. We pulled into Acapulco Yacht Club and were assigned a med tie. Since we belong to a yacht club with reciprocal privileges, we were only charged $8.00 a day to include the use of restaurant, pool, towels, etc. The normal guest rate is over $25.00 per day. The club is quite old, but very well maintained with a very helpful, friendly staff. Acapulco YC has quite an active racing calendar to include numerous junior events. Their dry storage yard is like a whose who of 1970 - 1980 ocean racing yachts. Acapulco, as you may remember, used to be the playground of the rich and famous during the 40's, 50's and 60's long before Cancun, Puerto Vallarta, Cabo San Luca, etc, but has obviously seen its better days. The entire city looks like it was built between 1945-1960. However, it is a great place to provision, a short taxi ride to SAM's Club, Walmart, Price Club and a large chain of Mexican markets. We tried some of the local restaurants, "sampled" the Margaritas, put in our pool time, and spent an afternoon watching the world famous cliff divers. Truly spectacular. After 5 days, we were ready to move on. Next stop was 140 miles south to Puerto Escondido, a major world surfing spot. In the summer months, surf up to 30 ft. (glad we missed that!) The little town had numerous small hotels and some very good restaurants. A real mix of people included American "surfer dudes", Europeans (topless sunbathing) an artsy crowd from New York and us! The anchorage is quite small with room for only 5 or six boats, but we lucked out being the only boats there. A
short hop south was the lovely small bay of Puerto Angel, which we
had scheduled for a short overnight stop. We anchored off a beautiful
beach lined with palm trees and guess what
.palapa bars!
You could hear the whir of blenders as we set the hook! Since it was
after 3:00 PM, we decided to clear in with the Port Captain in the
morning. So, it was into the dinghies, off to the beach on our endless
quest for the perfect margarita! However, no sooner had the salted
glasses arrived than we spotted a large panga loaded with seven uniformed,
heavily armed Mexican Navy sailors and one drug-sniffing dog. First
they circled VIVA and then CHARIS, and after realizing nobody was
aboard, they headed for our beach. Since we blended in with the other
fair skinned gringos ashore, we thought they would give up and go
home. Wrong! They spotted our dinghies ashore and prepared to make
a surf landing. By this time it was obvious we had better make an
appearance. We were ordered to return to the boats for a "routine"
inspection. I was certain that we had to be on their "most wanted"
list, since we had not cleared in or out of Puerto Escondido. Bob
was told to stay in our dinghy during the boarding, which acted as
a fender between VIVA and the panga. The entire navy crew came aboard,
including the dog; and after inspecting our papers and the boat, things
began to lighten up. We served them all sodas and the dog a bowl of
water. The black lab "drug-sniffer" refused to go into the
cockpit or below, and really only wanted a drink and some shade. After
about 30 minutes on VIVA, it is time to head for an inspection of
CHARIS. While boarding the panga, the dog falls in. Since it has to
be the coolest he has been all day, he takes off for a nice swim with
the Mexican Navy in full pursuit. When they finally caught up and
hauled him aboard, he of course shook all over their guns, uniforms
and paperwork. At least when they boarded CHARIS, they left the wet
dog in the panga! All the best, Steve & Pam
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