Today was largely uneventful, which is a good thing when you are traveling. Wayne, Maria, George, J.R., Mary, and I left Destin - actually, Ft. Walton - at zero dark thirty, ate a greasy breakfast in Houston, and landed in Cabo San 
Lucas, or actually at an airport reasonably close to it, at about noon local time.
We were sailing through customs when the drug sniffing dog locked up in a point at Maria's carry on. This brought several Federal Police to the scene, and, after a diligent search, it was discovered that Maria had an open container of peanuts in her bag. We were all having quite a bit of fun at Maria's expense when the dog made another circuit and locked in on Mary's carry on, which , after another search by the Federales, turned out to contain oatmeal cookies. I cannot say for sure whether you could smuggle an ounce of vacation weed into Cabo San Lucas (Why would you need to do so?), but I am fairly certain that you could not slip in a single Fig Newton.
Betty and Roy flew in from Los Angeles about an hour after we arrived. It was direct flight, but Roy's bag nevertheless did not make it because it was detained by US Customs in LA until after their flight had departed and will not arrive until tomorrow, a curious occurence that indicates that Roy, despite his reticence, may be a dangerous man who bears watching.
The house we have rented - Descansa - would make a sybarite blush. With seven bedrooms, an
infinity pool overlooking the Pacific, billiards table, flat screen TVs in every room, etc., it makes me feel just a little guilty when I see the poor Mexican laborers slaving away in the sun on improvements to the highway to the homes of the rich folks who literally live high on the hill. But only a little.
And, yes, there is a hurricane, Ricky Ricardo by name, in the offing. It looks as if it will come through our front door as a Category 1 or 2 on Tuesday night and Wednesday. But we spent $600 in the Super Walmart this afternoon without buying anything of nutritional value, so we should have enough alcohol, mixer, wine, water, Cheetos, and Cuban cigars to see us through. But who knows?
It is our intent to fish Monday on the Pacific side, but the rumor in the marina is that the Mexican government will close the harbor some time tonight. Wednesday, the first day of the tournament, undoubtedly will be a bust as it looks like it will be Hurricane Day, but perhaps we can fish the last two days of the tournament - Thursday and Friday - behind the hurricance. Or not.
Late this afternoon, we visited our yatchet, the Carpe Diem, a 61 foot Buddy Davis, to load some supplies and to chat with the captain. The boat is a beautiful ride, and the captain seems very capable, so I am hopeful of some success if we can just get out.
We ate dinner tonight at Lorenzillos, where the food was excellent and the service better. There were numerous toasts requiring much wine, but there were no fisticufffs with the wait staff, or even complaints by other patrons of loud and profane raillery, which just goes to show you how tolerant folks are south of the Border.
Now if we can only get a bit of rest tonight and slip out of the harbor in the morning before the Devil knows we're gone.
Lucas, or actually at an airport reasonably close to it, at about noon local time.We were sailing through customs when the drug sniffing dog locked up in a point at Maria's carry on. This brought several Federal Police to the scene, and, after a diligent search, it was discovered that Maria had an open container of peanuts in her bag. We were all having quite a bit of fun at Maria's expense when the dog made another circuit and locked in on Mary's carry on, which , after another search by the Federales, turned out to contain oatmeal cookies. I cannot say for sure whether you could smuggle an ounce of vacation weed into Cabo San Lucas (Why would you need to do so?), but I am fairly certain that you could not slip in a single Fig Newton.
Betty and Roy flew in from Los Angeles about an hour after we arrived. It was direct flight, but Roy's bag nevertheless did not make it because it was detained by US Customs in LA until after their flight had departed and will not arrive until tomorrow, a curious occurence that indicates that Roy, despite his reticence, may be a dangerous man who bears watching.
The house we have rented - Descansa - would make a sybarite blush. With seven bedrooms, an
infinity pool overlooking the Pacific, billiards table, flat screen TVs in every room, etc., it makes me feel just a little guilty when I see the poor Mexican laborers slaving away in the sun on improvements to the highway to the homes of the rich folks who literally live high on the hill. But only a little.And, yes, there is a hurricane, Ricky Ricardo by name, in the offing. It looks as if it will come through our front door as a Category 1 or 2 on Tuesday night and Wednesday. But we spent $600 in the Super Walmart this afternoon without buying anything of nutritional value, so we should have enough alcohol, mixer, wine, water, Cheetos, and Cuban cigars to see us through. But who knows?
It is our intent to fish Monday on the Pacific side, but the rumor in the marina is that the Mexican government will close the harbor some time tonight. Wednesday, the first day of the tournament, undoubtedly will be a bust as it looks like it will be Hurricane Day, but perhaps we can fish the last two days of the tournament - Thursday and Friday - behind the hurricance. Or not.
Late this afternoon, we visited our yatchet, the Carpe Diem, a 61 foot Buddy Davis, to load some supplies and to chat with the captain. The boat is a beautiful ride, and the captain seems very capable, so I am hopeful of some success if we can just get out.
We ate dinner tonight at Lorenzillos, where the food was excellent and the service better. There were numerous toasts requiring much wine, but there were no fisticufffs with the wait staff, or even complaints by other patrons of loud and profane raillery, which just goes to show you how tolerant folks are south of the Border.
Now if we can only get a bit of rest tonight and slip out of the harbor in the morning before the Devil knows we're gone.
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