On Sunday morning the 10th of June we were finally heading south. George F. and Dan M. joined us to help with watches. About 4am we started the engines and boop! there goes Rocky....jumped right off the boat to the dock and headed to where our truck used to be. George stopped him and handed him back to me. Rocky, after ten days, still does not like the engines much.
Our first stop was Ensenada (12 hours) and their brand new marina called Cruiseport. The team there guided us through four government agencies and the bank to have us four and the boat all checked in and legal. We let no algae grow on the hull. The minute the paperwork was complete, we headed south. Larry's sister Liz had made us scalloped potatoes and ham....dang did that hit the spot!
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The first night at sea, oh my, was rough for me and SUPER fun for Larry. I felt like I was in a washer machine and being washed. The waves were taking us and pushing the stern around so not just up and down but right and left. Amazing that I did not get seasick. Just amazing. How could it be????
So Monday at 3pm until Wednesday at around noon, we were on the Pacific Ocean. Tucked into Bahia de los Tortugas for diesel and headed back out to sea once again. In hindsight, a night here might have been prudent for rest.
That night our pal George got really sick. After trying the Imodium we had, water and gatorade, and letting two days pass, his temperature rose. We had just dropped anchor at midnight after three days at sea. Two hours later he took a turn for the worse and the three of us pulled anchor and drove south 5 hours to the next available clinic. I have to say, Dan saw that I needed to learn the chart plotter and few other things and let me take second hand to Larry with him, Dan, there to assist me. What a godsend he was.
The nearest clinic that we could tell was at Port San Carlos far up into Magdelina Bay. Once we negotiated the harbor entrance of Magdelina Bay to arrive at Port San Carlos we called the Port Captain. We asked where to dock in order to get George to the clinic as fast as possible. To my amazement, there on the commercial pier, 20 feet higher than our boat was an ambulance with lights flashing, 10 policeman and pier operators and more. Amazing.
I went with George to the clinic while Dan and Larry anchored off the pier with the boat. Long story short. I scurried from Sun Baby to George for 3 and a half days until he was strong enough to get home via car and plane. Bad bug. Real bad bug. We were quite happy to see him turn the corner on fighting the infection he received. Still don't know where he got it.
The fun part of the story for me is the wonderful people of Port San Carlos that I met. I know half the police force, the entire clinic, all the pier operators, restaurant owners, grocery owners, internet cafe owner....and on and on. It was as if I was in Peace Corps again. Dusty roads, on foot, my not so perfect Spanish.....and the people were SO lovely, so helpful. Larry would take me by dingy each day or twice per day to the pier. But the pier was so far up there.....we found two dilapidated boats that I could manage to get up on and from them climb to the pier (they were pelican poop encrusted and not used----yes---poop theme here---is there ever any other theme????). Once with six bags of laundry, two bags of trash etc. Larry says, " I need to come with you and help!" I said, "No, a woman with all of this is going to get a LOT of help. Drop me off and watch......" and so it went. Men came out of no where....passing the bags from the two pangas over the two dilapidated boats and up to the pier.....THEN......they call me a cab. I love Latin men........they are always help..... :-).

Did I mention that this pier is a very busy working commercial pier? Yes, they fish for sardines and other fish. When the big boats come in, the brown pelican flocks over. After the first trip to the clinic and a full day of watching over George at the clinic and getting him to the hotel, I made my way to the pier. I figured my boat was somewhere near. Thank goodness Larry thought to give me a handheld VHF radio so I could call him and get a ride to boat. Anyway, I am walking the mile or so from the hotel to the pier and I see about 150 pelican flying over the end of the pier where I am headed. For all of those that did not go to PB Junior High......flying birds mean poop on your head. I had had enough of poop that day.......but I made it and God had mercy upon me as I never was hit....in all 6 to 8 trips I made.
Anyway, to get OUT of town without George required another 6 visits to government offices. All offices knew who I was and what the predicament was. The API or Port Authority waived all charges as we were there for sickness reasons. They even drove me for three of the eight legs of trips between offices. (yes, I have lost a bunch of weight.......bring on the bikini!) George however lost more pounds and is seeking medical help in the US now. We wait for news of his total recovery.
So, sailor Beth was to keep 6-9pm watch and 3am to 6am watch on way to Cabo. Well,,,,,,just fine except I kept Larry up with my squealing so he finally took my 6pm to9pm watch. What would you do with 25 foot swells coming up your transom and 20 knot winds???????? This was HIS idea!! :-)
That is why I say AHHHHHHH.....I am in a marina in Cabo. Can we live here? Please?
Love you all...