4/18/2014 – Enough already!

Yesterday afternoon we had a visitor. I was sitting in the cockpit and Lulu was down below. I noticed a young lady out swimming and she looked like she was swimming towards our boat. And, it looked like she smiled every time I looked her way, sort of like she was letting me know that she came in peace. As she got close she said, “Are you really from Oregon?” I assured her we were. She said that she noticed the Oregon hailing port and just had to swim out and say hello. She’s here in Bahia Concepcion with friends but they are all Spanish speakers and, although she was quite fluent in Spanish, she said she just needed a break. Even when fluent, it’s still a lot of work to operate in a language other than your native tongue and she just wanted to talk to someone for awhile without having to work at it.

We invited her aboard and got her a beer. Turns out she’s from Texas, North Carolina, and LA and currently lives in San Quintin on the Pacific coast of Baja. She and a few friends have managed to put together a little business where they help kids, many of them indigenous, learn to read and write as well as get basic documentation such as birth certificates. Many of the indigenous population of Mexico are born at home and no record exists of their birth. The Mexican government extends them no benefits since they can’t prove citizenship. Her group is helping to fix that so they can get health care, education, etc. Very admirable. You gotta hand it to the twenty-somethings (she’s 25), they’re the ones who seem to get stuff done. They haven’t realized yet that what they’re trying to do is impossible so they just go ahead and do it.

Later in the afternoon, a little motorboat came by. There was a Mexican guy driving and 4 young pre-teen girls riding up front. They came close to the boat like they wanted to visit and one of the girls shyly said hello. I talked with them for a bit and asked the girls if they studied English at school. The one talking said they were actually from LA and came down here every year to celebrate Semana Santa with their family that was still in Mexico. Before they left, the Mexican guy handed me 4 big clams. I looked in my clam book and the closest I can come is a quahog. Anyway, Lulu steamed them, chopped the meat up a little, and then sauteed it in butter with garlic. Nice little appetizer.

And, if that’s how everything went, we’d probably still be at Playa Coyote. However, it seems that Thursday through Sunday are the real Semana Santa celebration days. So the crowds increased. Unfortunately, an inordinate number of yahoos in the crowd had jet-skis. There’s something bad that seems to happen in one’s brain when he (or, occasionally, she) boards a jet-ski and fires the motor up. They become STUPID! And, what’s worse, they become OBNOXIOUS! There’s a huge bay out there so why do they need to run up and down along the beach where people are swimming and boats are anchored? At top speed, no less? They harass the whale sharks as well. The only people who seem to enjoy these contrivances are the ones riding them.

And, as if the jet-skis weren’t bad enough, last night we had live music. Before the live band started, we had recorded music played at concert volume. The music was some kind of techno-dance-trance music. All repetitious beat. In Mexico we’ve noticed that a lot of recorded dance music is accompanied by a DJ or narrator or something. There’s always this guy keeping a running commentary during the music. Makes it seem like there’s really a party going on when it’s actually just a record. This went on all afternoon. And then the live music started. The live music leaned heavily on drums. Matter of fact, other than some computerized accompaniment, I think drums is all it was. And, of course, they played long into the night.

This morning, the jet-skis were out in force. Even thicker than yesterday. I couldn’t face another day of them buzzing by the boat only to have live music to look forward to tonight. So, about 10:30 we weighed anchor and headed to Playa Buenavista next to Isla Requeson, a bit further south in Conception Bay. We took our sweet time as we needed to make some water and electricity (cloudy today) anyway. We just ambled along at idle speed. Lulu also used the time to do the laundry.

This afternoon around 2:30 we dropped the hook in 20′ of water just offshore of the Restaurant at Playa Buenavista. There are a few tents and the rooms appear to be rented out but there’s, so far, no sign of any jet-skis and certainly no Tecate music stage. If the weather allows, this looks like a good place to sit out the rest of Semana Santa.

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About sryoder

Steve & Lulu... retired. Had enough of the cold wet dreary fall/winter/spring in the Pacific Northwest. Bought a boat, fixed it up, sold our home and sailed to Mexico in November, 2010. Been here ever since except for occasional forays to the States (summer only, thank you) to visit the kids, parents and siblings. If you're looking for a sailing blog, this is the wrong place. This is a traveling, hunkering in, eating blog. Sailing is just how we get from place to place when we can't walk.
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4 Responses to 4/18/2014 – Enough already!

  1. Joan/Raymond Yoder says:

    Ahem, could it be that you have grown up and no longer have patience for the “younger set”. You are showing your age, I love it. Mom

  2. sheilam2400 says:

    Hey Steve, you are reminding me of us on about the fourth day of the Guadalupe festival in Chiapas last winter. Music, sirens, loud horns, etc from about 9am until 2am! I had to laugh at my hurrying to get far enough south in time to be there! We continue to enjoy your blog!

  3. honquesp says:

    Sounds like you’re getting old, er is that older?

    On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 4:07 PM, yodersaflo

  4. Jet skis are nothing but annoying. They should make them manufacture them with silencers. I would have moved long before you did I fear.

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