(From Ann) Yesterday Chacala was embraced by a storm passing through and so we were pretty much boat bound listening to rain on the cabin top. But we used the time wisely and I made bread and replenished our cookie dough supply and Bob installed two new fans in the main cabin.

All of the other boats in the anchorage moved on but we stayed put because we knew Chacala had more to offer (especially because my sister Joan, who just moved from Maine, and her family actually have been here!!!).

Well we were not disappointed! We were awakened by rain at 6:45 this morning and then the skies cleared! Bob quickly tried his luck fishing from the boat and instead of catching dinner (we are having pasta) he ended up conversing with a Czechoslovakian named “George” who swam out to Charisma to say “hi”. He is camping through Mexico with his wife in their Volkswagon camper. We meet the most interesting people. George was fascinated by Charisma so swam out to check us out. Later in the day when we went ashore George babysat our dinghy for us at the panga dock. George had just gotten two free fish from the local fisherman and was thrilled. When Bob said he was fishing for dinner George told him he was going to fish later on and since he had some free fish, if he caught any he would bring it out to us. Love it. Unfortunately neither Bob nor George caught a fish today (although the pasta with pancetta, green beans and garlic wasn’t bad).

We launched a kayak and I enjoyed kayaking all over the anchorage while Bob tried trolling for fish. When I got back I jumped in with a scrub brush and finished cleaning the growth off of the water line of Charisma. Tough job to keep yourself up against the boat while scrubbing – which pushes you away. Great exercise.

This afternoon after a pleasant walk on the beach and stopping for ice cream (hand made by a Mexican man who used to live in Los Gatos and teach art in SF) we returned to our babysat dinghy and returned to Charisma.

And because we could….we then got in swim suits and jumped overboard and swam ashore!!! And back. The water temperature was perfect. And the sun shower was ready when we got back. Hot showers followed by “hammock time” (Bob rigged both hammocks!) and Charismas at sunset…life is good!

Just catching up now that we’re in Chacala and have some wi-fi

We went up on the hill to the old church ruins and the fort the Spanish used during their occupation

View of the town from up at the Fort

On the way down from the fort, we found this. It's a restaurant who is making tripe in this big bucket. Just lots of intestines in it boiling away-not very appetizing to look at.

The Social Club (where we used their wi-fi for the price of buying a beer)

The indian woman from whom we bought a beautiful embroidered wall hanging for Charisma

Convenient weather down here for drying laundry

Bikes everywhere, sometimes with more than one person (as in this case)

More bikes. Not so easy to ride either as a lot of the streets are paved out of stone. Very bumpy.

I love the colors down here...

(First off: Happy Birthday to Ann’s sister, Carolyn and also to our dear friend, Chuckie, both celebrating birthdays on Friday, February 10th) We were cruising along somewhere between San Blas and Bahia Chacala (where we are now), Ann was sitting up on the foredeck and I was watching the wind vane making sure our course was correct. I’d been watching whales jumping right and left, but none were really close, so no problem. However, one finally surfaced fifty yards of so off the port side and my intuition said that he didn’t know we were near him. We were after all, sailing and therefore hardly making a sound. So, I called out to Ann: “Stomp your feet”. She didn’t realize that I was trying to signal to the whale, so I heard; “tap, tap, tap” as she lightly touched the deck in response to my request. Seconds later, Mr Whale (Emily, we think it was a Grey Whale) surfaced right next to Charisma and startled both of us by how close he came. He seemed to have heard the “tap, tap” and headed over only to find a sailboat, therefore he circled around and passed us by about 15 feet. Problem was we were towing two fishing lines. Not 10 seconds later, the fishing pole started screaming and the line was ripping out at an amazing pace. In fact, it was coming off the reel about the speed at which a whale swims. Not much question what the problem, so what’s the solution? Well, I can tell you trying to pull him in didn’t work. My instinct tried that for about two seconds before almost being launched off the afterdeck. In the meantime, Ann knew that the only solution would be to cut the line so she reached down into the companionway hatch and grabbed the first metal gripped item she could find and handed me….a flashlight! “What the hell! We have a whale on the line and you’re handing me a flashlight!!??” While she reached back for the knife, I came to my senses, grabbed the knife in my pocket and cut the line. Instant quiet. We just stared at each other. “Did that really happen? Did we almost catch a whale?” Well, almost is a relative term. We hooked a whale, let’s just leave it at that and he now owns my $35 squid lure. Oh well. When we got into Chacala an hour or so later and told Dave and Steve from “Free Spirit” who got in a couple hours ahead of us, about how we almost caught a whale. Steve, ever the gourmand, got on the radio and asked with feigned innocence; “…and how were you going to prepare it?” My only answer: “Very carefully”.

So, tomorrow, we’ll explore a new (very small) town.

So here we are at Chacala and we had chicken for dinner. It’s a small cove, fairly open to the West through South. We have a stern anchor out to keep us pointed into the waves. Four of the five other boats in the cove did not do that and now they are sitting sideways to the waves and rolling from rail to rail. It will be a very uncomfortable night for them. We, however, will point into the waves all night and be comfortable. Yay us!

By the way, for my friends in marketing who are reading this, here’s a unique way to market your services. Ann and I were sitting in the cockpit enjoying a cocktail and watching the sunset when we heard a voice, seemingly from nowhere, “Welcome to Chacala”. Huh? We looked down and there were two people, a man and woman who had swum out from the beach. After welcoming us to the cove, she added that they live in the; “Yellow house on the beach with the white cover on the room and I do massage therapy”. Ah, that’s exactly what we need, so I’m thinking her welcome was very effective target marketing. Now what to call this particular kind of media so we can scale it for broader use….?

2/7/12  (There are some new photos published today going back to the Whale of a Day)

We came into town again today to do some grocery shopping and hit the internet cafe (the local bar actually)

The friendlyness here is so great.  We left the dinghy on the beach and the owner of the restaurant there said he would be glad to watch it for us.  Then while waiting for a bus, “Marta” pulled up in her pickup and asked if we needed a ride.  Turned out she was going into San Blas, so she gave us a ride.  So nice.

We’re having Dave from Free Spirit and Steve who is crewing this leg South for him, over for dinner tonight.  They are bringing fish and wine and we bought some steaks and veggies in the Mercado.  In the spirit of shopping in the Mercado in San Blas, here are some pictures.

Gotta love the fish lady

A look around town...

More San Blas...

More town...

First off; Happy Birthday to my Dad, who is 81 today (Feb 6)!

OK, today Ann and I went on a jungle tour. Our friends John and Tiffany from the sailboat Michaela, who are anchored next to us in Bahia Matanchen came as well. (Pictures tomorrow when we’re in town with the wi-fi)

We rendezvoused at Charisma and in our two dinghies headed into the beach at Playa Elita where we landed through the surf and pulled the boats high up on the sand. After asking the folks at the beach restaurant (a thatched hut with chairs and tables in the sand) if they would watch our boats and promised in exchanged to have dinner there when we got back, we struck out on foot down the dirt road to the main (two lane) road into town.

At the crossroad are some vendors who sell delicious treats like home-made banana bread and the most amazing macaroons. We bought a few treats and headed a hundred meters or so to the entrance to the jungle tour. It’s Mexican style. Basically, you have pangas with bench seats that will hold about 15 people that take you up into the mangroves and jungle. It’s real, not Disney. The pangadero doesn’t speak English, but we have enough Spanish so we get by.

Our jungle tour driver

Sometimes you’re making breathtaking speed around blind corners in a swamp that is barely wide enough for two boats to pass and guess what? At the epicenter of the corner you meet another speeding panga and miss him by about a foot at a passing speed of about 30 miles/hour. But, they know what they are doing. Good boatmen these and when they are not doing tours they are fishing on the ocean.

So, we were about 5 minutes into the tour and the guide slows down. We look to the side and there, not 20 feet away laying on a tree root a little above the water is a crocodile with his mouth wide open. Was he just waiting for one of us to jump in?

Just sitting there catching flies

Another Croc just a bit upriver

Turtle. The crocs will eat them if they can.

Turns out, the open mouth is how they cool themselves. Fast forward an hour of swamp journey and a half dozen more crocs of different sizes from 4 feet to about 14 feet, we arrived at the croc zoo. I think it’s there so if you don’t see any crocs along the way you won’t feel slighted because you can get right up to a croc in this place. You are only separated from them by a cyclone fence. In fact, I was able to touch one croc’s leg who was lying right up against the fence. It was not what I expected from these touch, prehistoric characters. It felt like, ah, well…a purse. Yup, kind of soft and supple under the tough leathery surface. Then he twitched and turned his three inch long teeth toward me and I yelped, jumped about three feet and decided I’d had enough crocodile touching for the day.

Too close for comfort

In the zoo area, we also saw a jaguar. One of the most beautiful animals I have ever seen. Just stunning colors and pattern.

All in all, a very successful tour followed by taking the bus into San Blas to walk around a bit including down to the marina where we ran into some friends who were staying there but coming out to anchor in the bay with us manana.

The end of the day included sunshowers on the foredeck with the almost full moon rising behind us and a fantastic, flame-red sunset in from of us.

The sunset shower.

We like this area and are going to stay another two days before moving on.

It’s a bay 3 miles South of San Blas.  Got in yesterday afternoon.  We’re in town today just checking it out and found a bar with wi-fi.

Posted some pictures going back to “Leaving Mazatlan”, so check them out.  Boobies, Frigates, Iguanas and the sea cave Ann Kayaked through.

We’re planning a jungle tour tomorrow, hopefully to see crocodiles.  Then some more of San Blas before heading South some more.  This is an interesting town.  More old style Mexico and not very big.  We’ll post some pics in a couple days.

North 21 degrees, 30 minutes; West 105 degrees, 14 minutes, or about 3 miles South of San Blas San Blas, according to our guidebook was “discovered” by Hollywood when John Huston filmed “Night of the Iguana” here with Richard Burton. We anchored here about 1600 and are relaxing after a 9 hour downwind sail from Isla Isabel.

We were anchor up at 0645 this morning and slipped out of our little cove to a typically beautiful Mexican sunrise. The sail here was delightful. Once again, we saw at least a dozen whales, many of whom were breaching and otherwise practicing their acrobatics. Less than ¼ mile from our anchorage, as we were leaving, one came over to say “goodbye” by doing barrel rolls, each time waving his flukes in the air as if to wish us bon voyage.

I was struck during our quiet downwind journey by how nice it is to be fairly “off the grid”. The sunshine is powering our solar panels, which in turn provide electricity for navigation equipment, lights refrigerator and particularly the watermaker, which turns seawater into drinkable fresh water at the rate of 6 or 7 gallons/hour. On top of that, as we were sailing, our fishing lines provided yet another dinner. Around 1400 as we were approaching the coast, we got a “hit” on the handline. We were using a cedar plug and a Sierra Mackeral (also known as Cerro Mackeral) conveniently made himself available for our dinner. Ironically I was just thinking about how I was going to cook some of the chicken we have in the freezer when the clothespin on the line snapped signaling a fish on. We haven’t caught one of these since Geoff and I did last year up near La Paz. They are considered a delicacy in Mexico. They don’t keep well, so you won’t find them in any local stores but they are one of the most delicious of the pelagic fish (in my opinion). Ann’s getting a salad ready right now and I’m about to heat up the cast iron pan to gently fry the fish in a little olive oil and a squeeze of lime to go with the last of our green beans that we bought in Mazatlan.

Tomorrow we check out San Blas….

P.S. We’re going to be back in the Bay Area starting March 4th for a week to get our taxes done before leaving on the “big jump” to the South Pacific.

We are now “one” with the whales.

Last night, still anchored at Isla Isabela, we woke in the middle of the night to singing. Who could be singing out here in the Pacific Ocean? Listen carefully what could that be? Oh my goodness, it’s the whale song resonating with Charisma’s hull! Sometime in the early morning hours we just listened in awe as we were fortunate enough to share an ancient communication. Beautiful.

Woke up to a slightly overcast day and decided we would take a ride in the dinghy “around the corner” of our cove. Around the corner turns out to be the Pacific Ocean. The full Pacific swell was in place albeit light. Up and over 3 foot swells we went, which in our dinghy seemed more like climbing small buildings. We were very exposed, no longer tucked into our nice cove on the South side of the island. Manta Rays were jumping around us as we motored around the island. Did I mention we brought a fishing pole too. Silly us. I’m not sure what would happen if we had been lucky (?) enough to hook a 40 lb tuna or 50″ wahoo. I think it might look like “old man and the sea”. Anyway, as we’re traveling along, Ann shouted; “Whale!” Actually it was two of them and they were about 50 yards away or as Ann noted; “too close for my comfort”. Fortunately they just did a few mild aerobatics and then dove, no doubt intent on continuing their breakfast. We looked at each other and just said; “Wow”. What else can you do when you have a private whale show in so intimate an environment?

“What else” turned out to happen as I continued in my quest for fish later in the day. I decided I would dedicate the day to catching more delicious fish. So, off again in the dinghy with fishing pole in hand. This time, I drift fished out of our cove into the deep blue. The first indication that I wasn’t very near land anymore was an aerial show from several manta rays who were jumping in a line that got me thinking that if they didn’t stop I’d have a very large manta ray in the dinghy with me! It turned out they only (!) got about ten feet away before veering away. Really, a little too close. So, now that the manta ray show was over and none ended up in my lap, I settled down to more fishing having gotten a couple bites a little earlier. My next indication something was amiss was a loud; “BOOM”. Yipes! I turned around in time to see a full size humpback whale breach-that is jump clear out of the water while spinning around at the same time-less than fifty yards from my frail little inflatable boat. Basically, he was towering above me. Fifty yards!! That’s about how far you chip onto the green over a sand trap. While I was thinking that, he jumped again. Thirty yards! Then again. Twenty yards! OK, that’s about the length of a small backyard swimming pool. His splashes were rocking my small boat and his breath-he would breath each time he leaped- was, well…bad! OK, that was close enough, I was worried maybe he didn’t see my insignificant little craft. I leapt to the starter and pulled the cord-engine started and I moved “casually” out the way as my friend Mr. Whale jumped several more times, then did about half a dozen “barrel rolls” and slapped his flukes as if he was laughing with joy. Ha, ha, very funny. Ann was back on Charisma watching this whole event as she heard the BOOM every time the whale leapt out of the water and smashed back to the sea. Amazing. I am still somewhat speechless given how out of nowhere the fairly calm ocean was turned into frothing white water and I was able to have a close up view of this unbelievable spectacle. The other amazing thing; as this was unfolding, all I could think of was; “he’s looking right at me”. Every leap, the whale twisted in mid-air so his eye was right on me as he seemed to fly though the air before splashing back down into the blue Pacific Ocean. I think he was playing whale peek-a-boo. Just wow! The adventure just continues.

This about the fifth breach after I moved away. If you click on the photo you can still see me in the dinghy moving away.

This is about the fifth or sixth breach after I moved away

A pretty significant craft next to a breaching humpback whale. Wish I had brought a camera with me though.

P.S. Missy: So, we cooked the last of the fish last night using the book you gave us. Fantastic! Nice job. Kelly: I finished the book you got me on Steve Jobs. Loved it! Wonderful book. Ann’s going to read it next.