My friends Nicola and Kim flew into Mexico City and ended up taking a night bus down to Zihua. I picked them up around 7am and we really hit the ground running. After filling up with a big local breakfast, we hopped in the superhighway and powered across the bay to a beach on the far side. It was a really hot day and some swimming was just what we needed. A couple of beers and rum drinks also helped to beat the heat. We eventually worked our way back to the Rascal and kept the theme alive with more rum drinks and a diving competition.
The next morning came way too early and we went into town to provision for the week. With a stop at the big public market as well as the ordinary grocery store and the liquor store, we were fully stocked and the Rascal was fully ready for the adventure of the coming week. The first day's sailing was short - just 10 miles to the village of Petatlan. There was a glorious sunset that night and we enjoyed it with a few cocktails on the front deck.
We decided we probably ought to listen to funk all day long and before we had made our first mile to the south, we were surrounded by a big pod of dolphins. We had just learned one of the eternal truths of the depths of the ocean - dolphins love funk music.
On the second attempt, we realized that the motor was our only option and we all prepared for war against the swell. With the dinghy empty of water, our adrenaline pumping, and our jorts still damp, we went at it with reckless abandon. The girls ran like a team of huskies into the whitewater and the engine fired on the first pull. I put the pedal to the metal and gave 'er all I had. We all turned, just at that moment, to see a big dark form looming over the top of us. We all dove forward to try and balance the boat, and the wave absolutely pummeled us. Water was up to the oarlocks, but the trusty Tohatsu held its ground and we eventually barged our way out beyond the surfline. It was a fairly traumatic experience, but there were no broken ribs, and the girls went to work pumping out the Superhighway while I prepared cocktails and a big dinner of steak sandwiches with extra caramelized onions.
After the silence and beauty of the open ocean, the arrival in Acapulco was totally overwhelming. We tried to stick to anchorages away from town, but even those were super crowded because of the holiday. There wasn't even a place to leave a dinghy on shore, so we had to flag down pangas or swim if we wanted to go in for a walk or a meal.