Sailing Mango

La Cruz

We have really enjoyed La Cruz. It is a small town with big shopping nearby. What could be better? Actually a bank in town would be better. As it stands now, to get money we walk up into town, jump on a bus or van, and then head over to Bucearías, the next town over. We almost always just go to the grocery store, get cash at the ATM, and pick up a few things, like a donut.

This morning was just such a day. I was up by the crack of 7:30, and as usual, the first one up. By 9:52 I was all fired up and raring to go, and probably made it out of the boat forty minutes later. For the first time, I got an air conditioned little van, popped out at the grocery store, picked up my cilantro, donut and other goodies, and then back to the street to pickup a La Cruz bound little van. In another first, I sat in the front seat this time! Do you see how exciting our days are?

I needed money for two things:

  1. We had to pay the dentist. Kristen is getting a thing done to her tooth, $100 US.
  2. We had to order water for the boat.

This marina does not have desalinated water onsite. While the municipal water starts out nice and clean, we have been told by cruisers and locals alike that the distribution system is the thing to watch for, and the water doesn't reach you pristine. I'm all for drinking it, but the kids and Kristen don't seem to care for the process of acclimating to local agua. Wimps.

Water comes in 5 gal jugs, 30 pesos each. The first time we ordered them I also had to pay a 90 peso deposit. So twenty jugs ran me around 2400 pesos, 1800 I got back. This time I thought we needed thirty jugs, so I needed a ton of money, or so I thought. The woman at the store just charged me for the agua, no deposit.

When I ordered the water the eyes of the woman literally bugged out. I thought I would have to pick them, saying "here, let me just rinse these off for you. She repeated: "Treinta?"
Me: "Si"
Her: "Treinta?"
Me, chuckling: "Si"
Her, walking over to an empty 5 gallon jug and pointing: "Treinta?"
Me: "Si!"

Then she grabbed her calculator, typed in "30", and showed it to me. "Si!", says I.

Fifty minutes later a guy shows up carrying forty pound water jugs, two at a time, down the dock and to our boat, and I started filling. At around twenty bottles on the dock, and maybe ten of those into the tanks, Kristen shouts up "Stop!" Stop? But that is only fifty gallons. Hmm. So we closed all tank valves, we have four tanks, and then I proceed to top off each tank individually. Sure enough we only got a total of fifteen bottles of water into the tanks. Huh. I swear we needed more. So I help the guy schlep the nine or so bottles back to his cart at the top of the dock, and apologize for being clueless by way of a tip.

It is now three o'clock, I haven't eaten lunch, and it is time to walk the dogs. Adam and I take a turn around the marina, beasts in hand, and only have one "incident", by which I mean the dogs barking their fool heads off while some other dog just passively watches their display of awesome idiocy.

Kristen is at the dentist paying for the work and reattaching the temporary thing that lasted less than a day. Back at the boat, Adam is playing a game, and we will all meet at the marina pool in a little bit. By pool I mean a splash of water in a small concrete hole, about fifteen by six by three feet. It is nice enough to get you wet, but not quite a swimming pool.

Emma is dying a friends hair. Has she done this before? I don't think so...

We were going to move the boat to the anchorage this afternoon, but I think that is now going to happen mañana. Mañana amigo, mañana.

Our neighborhood, fishing pongas.

Shiny toe rail and hull!

How else would you get coconut water?