|Overlooking the Marina from Jennifer and Davids room!|
Now I would be truly single handing. Kialoa was safely stashed in the Marina at Barra de Navidad, which is a lovely place to hang out, with multiple pools and beautiful grounds. It also gets a little expensive to stay for too long so the day after I got back I checked out and made my way back to the anchorage in the lagoon. Just after I turned in my towel cards and paid the bar bill at the hotel lobby I bumped into my neighbour Jennifer and her husband David. They were here on holiday! What a small world!
|Kayaking with Kelly and Clay in the Barra lagoon|
|One of the crocs we saw in the lagoon, yup in the wild!|
Keep your hands inside the kayak!
|One of the fine horses on parade, Colima|
|Many of the horses were dancing down the street but one fell over|
you can just see its legs under the other horses
|Jennifer, Ed and John in the magic town of Camala.|
I had some lovely sailing and some peaceful motoring with the tiller pilot steering. My first stop was Tenacatita where I spent one night and left early the next day for the bay of Chamela. My friends on Searover were already there and Seadra showed up as well.
We enjoyed some time at the anchorage in the small islands in the bay, where we had our very own beach to hang out on, play bocce, watch the hundreds of hermit crabs and observe the nesting pelicans. Who knew they built nests in trees!
|A quiet motoring day|
|Our very own beach at Isla Cocinas, Bahia Chamela.|
Searover II, Lazy lion, Kialoa and Seadra
in the background.
We spent some time in the main anchorage at Bahia Chamela as well, enjoying the town life, beach walks and good food.
Then it was time for the moment I was dreading. 100 nm trip to Puerto Vallarta.....there is only one not very good anchorage to stop at along this route so the plan was to go through the night till we reached La Cruz. I was not looking forward to this long trip on my own with no chance to rest. I left first thing in the morning along with Seadra who was also single handing and Searover II came along a little later. It was a beautiful day that started out as a motor but turned into some beautiful sailing in the afternoon. As it got dark we set up an hourly radio contact schedule. I settled into my routine. Check everything, set the timer, lay down, try and sleep, check everything, set the timer, repeated and repeated. I never did get any sleep.......but it was an easy and uneventful passage and I arrived at the anchorage of La Cruz at 6:30 am. It was still dark and I was feeling pretty tired so I eased my way to the edge of the anchorage under radar, dropped anchor and crashed. I was woken at 8:30 by a cheerful good morning from Jennifer of Spinnaker but had no trouble getting back to sleep again. By noon I was up and ready for the day. I picked up anchor ( I was in 47 feet of water) and moved in a little closer to shore. I considered my first solo overnight a success! The boat was fine and so was I. I now know that it is something I can do, but I did discover that I do not love to be on watch with no sleep throughout the night and will plan accordingly in the future!
|On the left hand side of this rocky outcropping is a giant bowl|
Who knows! Its mexico!