I’d been sitting in Barra for just too long. We were trying to wait for Dan and Ben on Ocean Lady to get up there before we took off, so I got a hold of Dan by email and arranged to meet up in Manzanillo (25 miles south of Barra.) Off we went, leaving Barra mid-day in hopes of picking up the afternoon sea breeze. Unfortunately the wind was right on our nose the entire way so we motored for most of the trip. On the bright side, we did catch a good sized Jack Crevalle on the way into Manzanillo Bay. A descent eating fish, it made a great meal grilled with a heavily gingered teriyaki sauce and it was served with a mango salsa the next evening.
We ended up hearing Dan on Ocean Lady on the radio, I think when they were passing by. They didn’t come into the anchorage off Las Hadas and we couldn’t reach the on the radio that night or the next morning, so we pulled the hook and we were off for Zihuatenejo. We had great wind right out of Manzanillo and Tate pulled in a little Bonito that we threw back. Everything was great until this big fishing boat started closing on us. We were on a collision course, so I turned to go behind him, then he turned to meet me, so I turned to go in front of him and you got it, he turned to meet me. What the hell? Tate called him on the radio. It turns out that they were just bored and wanted to check us out. They also gave us a hard time for only doing 5 knots and offered us a tow all the way to Zihuatenejo. Tate fired back asking how much diesel they were burning and said that we were doing just fine. They ended up passing about 100 feet in front of us. Much too close for comfort when your 20 miles offshore.
We alternated sailing on the morning and afternoon breezes while motoring through mid-day and the middle of the night all the way down. The second day, the breeze never really filled in, but neither did the swell, so we were happily making all of 2 knots when we came across a pod of dolphins and a school of Yellowfin feeding on some smaller bait-fish. It was just as the sun was going down and the light was horrible for pictures, but we were just ghosting along in a glassy smooth sea with dolphins surfacing and tuna jumping all around us for an hour. Then the dolphins had to kick it up a notch and started doing all sorts of flips and rolls right there off the boat while Tate and I just sat back and took it all in. We had a light headwind the rest of the night and spent most of it trying to make up the remaining 20 miles to Zihuatenejo. Not a bad way to spend an evening, but by this time I’d come down with a horrible head cold. It’s 80 degrees at night down here, I don’t know how I got such a bad cold, but we anchored up near Vari here in Zihuatenejo this morning and I promptly went to bed to try to lick the cold. I ended up waking at one in the afternoon feeling worse than I did when I went to bed. Tate isn’t feeling that hot either, so we might just quarantine ourselves on the boat for a couple of days and try to shake these damn colds. We’re going to stick around through Sailfest next weekend and then start heading back towards Barra. Hopefully that’ll give us enough time to get well and still do this town up right.