Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
We caught six fish today. Two Jacks (That is what they call them, the Pompano is a different fish, so I was wrong there.) three Sierra and one ???? (can't remember that one but if you look at the first photo, that's it!) We did give it a hell of a try when we saw the birds and dolphins. What a cool day!
Monday, December 27, 2010
We went surf fishing on the playa again this morning. Sunrise is such a great time to be out there. It is cool and the waves are calm. Bait fish were everywhere, but very few birds, and no predator fish, at least that we could find.
I fished and talked with Don while this snowy egret caught bait fish after bait fish. Every wave it would nip down into the surf and pick up a wiggly morsel to eat. I watched it feeding as much as I watched my own line.
We moved up and down the beach following the schools of sardines. The birds that were feeding signaled the location. Every once in a while the little fish would break the surface in a frenzy; we would cast into the turmoil just to reel in once again empty.
Tomorrow we go back out onto the ocean to hunt for the big guys.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Once we caught the two fish we caused a fish rush. A couple old boys saw us pull them in and rushed to their places and grabbed their gear. There have been so few fish caught lately that when someone gets luck, watch out!
Linda was out for her run so she came by to see if we caught anything. I think she was a bit surprised to see that we caught two fish.
We took the fish back to the place and I flied them, dipped them in flower and cooked em up for breakfast. Just another day in Paradise!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
After we shopped everyone felt a pool volleyball game was in order so we cooled off, and I mean cooled, in the pool. The sun had been replaced by clouds and it was very cold in the water.
The evening dinner was spectacular. We had fresh Coho salmon that Larry brought down, added to that were two salads, meat and veggie kabobs,garlic shrimp, potato's, and ham-n-beans. For desert we had two pies that were finally identified as one apple and one apple, peach, maybe strawberry, maybe pineapple. They were very good so it didn't really matter what kind they were. We called them magic pies because everyone tasted a different fruit in them.
It was a marvelous dinner and by the end Don and Caroline had joined us for a visit. Everyone talked and shared stories until later in the evening. The neighborhood noise level grew with sounds of stereos, fireworks, and families celebrating. This went on until after midnight when it quieted down with the anticipation of Santa's arrival.
Friday, December 24, 2010
We were invited over to Don and Caroline's last night to have snacks before we went to the Maya Tapas bar. They provided smoked salmon, shrimp, yellow fin tuna, chips salsa, chocolate and drinks; by the time we finished we were stuffed.
We watched the dun set and then went to Maya where we had more drinks and tapas. The food was very good, but if I went there to eat a full meal it would cost as much as going to one of our restaurants at home. We had a pizza which was four bites exactly.
In the photo from left to right; Linda, Grant, Jackie, and Don. We had a fest before our tapas, and were glad we did.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Every day this dog visits our house and sleeps. He belongs to one of the workers who is building the house next door. He hardly ever moves when we walk by.
This truck was sitting along the road when we went into Barra today. I couldn't resist getting a picture.
Every night when we walk out of our alley we have to sneak by this rabbit. It became a bit of a joke when Teri and Bill were here, of course it was based on Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I posted a You Tube clip as a bit of a reminder.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Once we finished we rode to bikes to the golf course dock where we were picked up by a water taxi.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
We arrived at the plaza and there were very few people there. The registration table was set up and a few souls were wandering about, but it was very, very quiet for the race starting in an hour. As we sat and watched, things started to pick up and more and more runners started arriving. A gentleman was walking among the crowd thanking everyone for attending and as he did he made sure that we all knew that there would be many people helping along the course and that no one should get lost. He explained that there would be police and medical help stationed all along the 10K course. Linda seemed happy with that. We wandered back into the growing crowd.
One of our neighbors, Jeff from Cheney, Washington, arrived and we chatted with him. I put his over shirt in our bag so he didn’t have to hide it and we discussed the course. From the map, we all decided that it looks a bit longer then a 10K run, but we are in Mexico, you know, so anything could happen.
Race start time was 8:00 AM and we were watching people sign up to run and our watch read 8:15 AM. Without notice someone shouted something and everyone lined up. The race director spoke for a few minutes and then said something and everyone went different directions all over the streets. I figured out that he gave the instructions and then gave everyone five minutes to warm up. A few minutes later someone else yelled, the runners gathered and then a whistle blew and the men were off! Linda and her female friends stood at the line. Someone shouted, a whistle blew, and they started, stopped and then took off. I guess it was a bit confusing for Linda and the Mexican runners, but they managed to get off the line and on to their run.
By this time Bill and Teri had arrived so we took the opportunity to go into town and have a wonderful breakfast. We ate at a little place and I could look down the street and see when the first runners went by; we had just sat down and ordered when the first men sprinted by. I relaxed and finished my meal.
Once we ate, I walked to the bank and got some money. Bill and Teri said that they wanted to do some shopping so I walked back to the plaza to watch the finishers. The first runners had already arrived by the time I got there. Man, they had scorched the course! Our friend Jeff came in within the first 20 runners; a very strong finish. Barry, one of our volleyball buddies, stopped and watched with me. We looked down the hot road that everyone finished on and checked each runner until we saw Linda. She crossed the finish line and I handed her water and poured several bags of water over her head.
Her stories of the run were about what we figured. The course lead out of town and up a steep hill to the point west of town, then they turned around and headed down into Melaque via the main road. Linda said as they hit the sand part of the run she looked at her watch and it showed that they had already come three miles. The route was to follow the beach to Barra and then out the road to the highway looping back to the plaza in Melaque. As Linda put it “there was no freakin' way we were going to do the beach, Barra and return in 3.2 miles.” So at this point she said she put her head down and ground it out. She crossed the line in the blazing hot sun after running 7.9 miles, a Mexican 10K. It was a survival run. There was jungle, hills, sand, blazing sun, traffic on the highway, traffic in the town and confusion all along the way. Linda made it in style and now she can say she is an international runner!
The rest of the day we spent in Barra and then back home. I was able to get a shot of Linda next to a big blue marlin. She really didn't catch the thing but it sure looked like she had been out fishing though, don't you tink?
Thursday, December 16, 2010
We went down into town and watched some of the Festival events. They were advertising balloon rides on the beach and so they drove around and fired the big flame thrower units between the electrical wires in the middle of town. Man, it was hot when they let loose. I took a bunch of video because it looked so neat.
During the middle of the day we watched a skim board competition. In fact I watched both the amateurs and the professionals on two separate days. Both days I walked back to the place and asked Linda to explain exactly what had happened because I could not figure it out. Each day I watched a lot of young guys mingle with a bunch of young girls as loud music played and this guy chattered over a microphone. Every once and a while he would walk in front of the speakers and there would be this loud screech, but that was about it. Guys would whistle and then three or four competitors (????) would run down the beach and slide on their boards. This went on for about two hours and then I went home.
On the day that the professionals were to compete, I thought I was going to see something better when this very cool Mexican kid walked out of the crowd and started stretching. He was a magnificent specimen with a long pony tail and bronze body. He stretched and waved at the girls and after about a half hour he grabbed his board, picked out the perfect set of waves and then charged to the water. He tossed his board down stepped on the thing and immediately slammed face first into the shallow water. It was impressive to say the least.
After that show, I walked home. I guess you need to have someone who speaks both languages, Spanish and skim board, to understand what went on.
Later that evening I talked to Larry and he said that the competition had been canceled both days because the surf and wind were real bad. Now that's the way to get introduced to skim boarding don't you think? I did get a chance to watch a kite boarder work the wind and water. It was very cool, and I think if I was a bit younger, I would be right out there.