|The three crazy friends on their new yacht!|
It feels great. We (well, let me amend that) Lawrie is now a proud boat owner in partnership with Richard Grierson and Chuck Watt.
It's a twenty-six foot panga, a local style of fishing boat. Currently named El Quinto Sol (the fifth sun, not son) it will eventually be renamed to something more suitable for the guys. All week they have been bantering around names for the vessel but personally I am leaning towards Los Tres Amigos Locos. The Three Crazy Friends!
|Two car ferries, and the Thor Heyerdahl school-ship|
I must admit, the panga is a great way to see the island from a different perspective, up close and personal from the water. On Sunday the six of us took it out for its first shakedown cruise. After a few minor tweaks and fiddles with the fuel lines we backed out of the mooring slip and into Maxak Lagoon. Then pointing the bow north we slipped along the western side of the island, past several marinas with a variety of boats: yachts, work boats, runabouts, and half-sunken wrecks.
|Interesting use for a ladder.|
Then we passed the two car ferries docked near the naval base, and a large sailboat registered in Panama that had a quirky arrangement utilizing a regular ladder to access their dingy and the swim grid.
|North-western side of Isla|
The beaches in front of the Posada del Mar and IxChel were both busy with the Sunday crowd of day-trippers, baking on the beach in a variety of colourful bathing suits.
We anchored in the shallow waters of North Beach for a short time while Chuck took a dip in the ocean, primarily to see why one of the motors kicks up when put in reverse. Apparently there is a small piece - a metal pin - that is missing. It's an easy fix now that they have identified the problem.
|Anchored beside the big guys at North Beach|
|Got a bit wet when we were on the east side of Isla|
At the southern end of the island the waves were a coming at us from two directions as we cut through the swift current that runs along the island, past Cozumel. And then we were around the southern tip, and into calmer waters.
|Calmer after we rounded Punta Sur back to the west side|
There was not a seat, a stool, or a place to perch anywhere inside the bar or on the lawn, so we took our cool beverages down to their private beach and sat on the loungers.
|Beach bums at the Soggy Peso Bar & Grill|
When we returned home I downloaded the photographs and discovered that a number of them had a hazy spot or two. Dried sea salt obscured the lens in a few spots. Next time I will take my waterproof camera, and cleaner for the lens!
I can't wait to see what name the guys decide on for the boat.
Lynda & Lawrie
|The new yacht!|