Man! We thought anchoring off the malecón in La Paz was bad. Here at the Fonatur marina we are surrounded by large tour boats. There’s one behind us, and three more in front of us. So what? Well, all but one likes to play music for their passengers. And you’d swear that all of their passengers must be stone deaf. They play recorded disco music at unbelievably high volumes. Wouldn’t be so bad if they’d wait until they’re underway, but they start a couple hours before the passengers arrive and continue long after the last passenger has departed. And, of course they are all playing something different. Talk about major cacophony! At least the one behind us occasionally has a live band which is a little better than canned techno-disco. Last night, for the first time since we’ve been in Mexico, I had to resort to ear plugs to get back to sleep. Of course, I no sooner plugged my ears than the music quit. Guess I should have plugged them about 3 hours earlier. Oh well, the weekend wil be over soon and the noise will die down for awhile.
Speaking of the Fonatur marina, for those interested here’s a photo of the entire marina:
That’s it. Well, the fuel dock is out of the photo to the left but otherwise this is it. All 12 slips. Well, only 11 if the end-tie is taken by a long boat. Of course, with so few boats, the bathroom/shower facilities are really nice and clean. It’s a very nice marina. Really the only drawback is that the marina often stinks. If not from diesel exhaust, then from gasoline and pelican poop. But, at least we have music, right?
The infernal south wind has finally quit blowing and shifted to the north, albeit at a lower velocity. We decided that today’s chore was to clean up the sandy grit that the south wind had loaded the boat down with. Lulu took the inside and I took the outside. Washed so much dirt off that I could see the bottom rising on our depth sounder. Okay, maybe that was because of the outgoing tide but still, it was a lot of dirt.
Afterwards, it still being early and an otherwise lazy Sunday, we decided to walk down to Puerto Viejo, the Old Port area of town where the tourist shops and the malecón are located. It was pretty crowded as expected. We stopped at the Boo Bar for a couple cervezas and then continued on. We were walking along a block up from the malecón when we wandered by a place called Mickey’s. It was sort of a restaurant but didn’t really look open. Also had a hand-written sign in the window advertising their own tequila for $20 US per fifth. Just as we passed, a voice called out something like “Hey, we’ve got tequila.” We turned and this little Mexican guy was standing in the doorway telling us that they had very special tequila that they made themselves. Being in a particularly good mood, we decided that we really should rise to the opportunity and check it out.
We went inside and, just as we suspected, it wasn’t really open. We found out later that was because the water in much of town had been turned off. Didn’t really find out why just that “the fancy resorts have water but they cut ours off”. Anyway, once inside we were shown a jug of tequila from which four shots were poured, one for each of us, one for Art (Mickey’s son), and one for the guy who called us in.
Art joined us in a toast of Salud! and we all sipped. No one pounded it down, everyone sipped. It was really good. Better even than the stuff we got in Mazatlán and that’s saying something. Art told us a few stories about making the tequila and about growing up in the border town of Nogales. We decided we really needed to buy a jug of his tequila to take back to the boat. He led us to the back of the building where there was a bar and a big barrel.
I’d like to say that they filled our jug from this barrel but actually they just poured it from the big bottle to the small bottle in the previous photo. But still…
We were only charged $200 pesos which, at today’s exchange rate, is about $14 US for a liter. Art insisted on pouring us one more free shot to commemorate the purchase, and we were on our way, happy that we’d turned around instead of just walking on ignoring the original invitation to stop in.
From Mickey’s we continued on. One thing we wanted to get a few photos of was of some metal sculptures of musicians that we’d seen earlier. Our son-in-law, Scott, had admired similar sculptures when he and Cody visited us in La Paz. But these were way cooler. The ones in La Paz were made of new, colored sheet metal whereas these were made of old rusty metal.
Their beards are one of the coolest features.
BTW, I’m pretty sure that the chain is to keep them from being stolen, NOT to keep them from quitting the band.
We wandered back to the boat, at which time Lulu decided that she really needed a corn dog. Worked out well since I had seen a little building on the way to the supermarket that sold hamburgers, fish sandwiches, hot dogs, chili dogs, etc, and CORN DOGS! We walked to it and ordered a corn dog basket each (corn dog, waffle fries, and a soft drink). Talked to the owner, George, for a bit and then Lulu got one more corn dog for the road. I’ve got my mind on a spicy Polish sausage but it’ll have to wait because I wasn’t quite up to handling more food right then.. However, since this place is conveniently located between the marina and the grocery store, I suspect we’ll have all of our sausage fantasies fulfilled before we leave Puerto Peñasco next month.