To Isla Mujeres
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To Isla Murjeres, Off Cancun,
Mexico
We were waved off by Alan and Helen
at 11:15, after a quick u-turn, I slowly went forward while Bear swapped all the
fenders and ropes to the other side ready for the Customs dock, Yep, it’s that
time again.
A catamaran overtook us so we were
third in line, behind him, and a mono hull inbound. We tied up at 11:30 and I
knew sagely to switch the engine off. I knew what it would be like so I settled
myself in the cockpit with the express tasks of plucking my eyebrows and cutting
down and filing my nails. Idle fingers and all that. Chica and his handler
arrived. Actually, give him his due, he had his uniform on and looked very
professional. He had a quick look round the boat – once again – although this
time dry – Chica couldn’t have given a flying fig what we had on board. Chica’s
handler shook my hand and I began to wonder if I had judged him too harshly. No.
Bear put me right later, he had asked the skipper for money. Well. I’m glad I
didn’t know at the time. We had changed all our Cuc’s so he was out of
luck.
That’s Handsome standing, to his right is Immigration. You can
just see the back of a female student, but you cannot see the other two tucked
away to the left. I have always hated Wrigley’s Juicyfruit with a passion,
detesting the smell of it. Some time ago I bought what I thought was a tine of
just Doublemint, but there were four packs of the awful smelling stuff. When the
bodies on board reduced to four, bear handed them out, that’s what they are
laughing at in the picture. Well all went rather well and we switched the engine
back on at 12:40. Not bad at all.
Touching up going
on, but definitely not red paint. We turned right and once again lined up with the target
The reef clearly
visible on this bright sunny day as we passed one of the red markers.
Just I lined up to let a sport fisherman come port to port with me I saw many
snorkelers IN the channel with me (two in the right
hand shot). The other chap must have seen them as I
did, so held back at the sea buoy for me. These numpties clearly have a death
wish.
Off we go down the coast of Cuba in a flat calm sea, sadly, with little wind, so motor sailing.
Hemingway slowly disappears from view
We take our passenger as a good omen
You can set your clock here, every afternoon at four the storm clouds gather, in to the night we saw lightning over the coast
Moth has been out with her new iron, the only ripple coming from Beez hips
Smashing to be at sea again
Next day, more of the same and soooooo hot. Skipper cooling down, dibbling off the stern platform. Don’t Ask.
Funny to watch passing chums so much closer to shore than us
A gentle sky tonight
I had an encounter with a cruise ship in the middle of the night at about the same time as this little chap hopped aboard. Now a crispy critter. Just after the
flag ceremony we had company
These chaps were
really fast and stayed dodging in front of the girl for miles and miles
(hope to put a little clip on FB).
I sat on Pepe’s perch for a while
enjoying the dolphins. I said Bear should experience the same thing, camera
ready for a shot I was welcomed to witness his shorts
falling down as he did his exit of the cockpit stage right. He got there in the end though and enjoyed the chaps as I
had.
Our first sight of land
Passing Anvil Rock and close in to the beach to the end of Mujeres Bay
Safely anchored next to Takatuka at 20:10, after our journey of 55 hours and 260 miles
ALL IN ALL A LOVELY
JOURNEY |