|Heading south from Ensenada, Mexico.|
With this in mind, we left Ensenada on December 6th around 8:30 am heading towards Bahia Tortugas. By 1:30 pm that same day we had turned off the engine and were sailing nicely downwind in a brisk 15-20 knots of wind from the northwest. The swells were manageable as they were spaced rather far apart at about 10-15 seconds. We sailed through the night with consistent winds and a moonless sky. During one of Richard’s watches, he woke me to watch the dolphins chasing their prey in the heavily phosphorescent water; it was truly spectacular to see the glowing jets as the dolphins rounded up the fish and the intricate paths of the smaller prey as they tried to escape.
|Dawn on our way to Bahia Tortugas.|
|The palapa at Bahia Tortugas.|
|View of the playa at Bahia Tortugas.|
At the tienda, I was able to purchase some good looking vegetables, including a white onion, poblano pepper, cilantro and a tomato. After paying for these items (which by the way totaled a mere 18 pesos or $1.44 USD), I asked about restaurants in town. My limited Spanish was aided by using the words for open and closed in Spanish (abierto and cerrado) which I spied on the sign on the door when I entered the tienda, and pointing to my watch and uttering “¿Qué hora?” I am convinced that with a little effort understandable communication will happen! We didn’t end up eating at any of the restaurants in Bahia Tortugas but I am glad that I had the opportunity to engage in “conversation” with the locals and work on my Spang-Lish.
|Enrique Jr.'s fuel panga.|
Back at the dock I found Enrique Jr., sporting some snazzy bright red pants. I quickly called Richard on my TelCel (newly purchased Mexican cell phone) and asked how much diesel we needed. With this information in hand, and Enrique Jr. patiently waiting for me to look up a few words in my Spanish/English dictionary, I told Enrique Jr. that we probably needed about 80 liters of diesel and asked how much the diesel costs per liter. Enrique Jr, whipped out his calculator and showed me the cost in both US dollars and Mexican pesos. I rowed back to the boat while Enrique Jr. and his co-worker got the fuel panga ready to come out to our boat. They pulled up to our boat and off-loaded 74 liters of diesel. Enrique Jr.’s co-worker noted that the pump was quite slow and seemed content to simply wait for the pump to finish by lounging in the back of the panga. Richard paid for our fuel, we had lunch and then readied the boat for our afternoon departure from Bahia Tortugas.