We parked for the day a Pedro's Tacos and got the best beach table we could. I ate breakfast as Linda and Jill went shopping. The rest of the day was spent relaxing and talking.
We have two friends who own a beach house in the middle of the La Manz right on the water. I had heard through the coconut telegraph that they were down in the area now so I took a stroll down the beach to try and find their place. I talked to several people who directed me to a scraggly haired realtor who they said knows everyone in town. I introduced myself and asked if he knew where Steve Wetzel lived. He took a drag on his cigarette stub, exhaled the smoke across his yellow teeth and said "Yeah, look for Casa Tortuga!" I thanked him and headed back u the street.
I found Casa Tortuga and noted that it was closed up so I talked to a neighbour. The gentleman knew Steve and after a bit of who's who and where you from, he said that the Wetzels would be down in March. I asked if I could leave them a note and he said that he would make sure they got it. Thus, my hunt was over and my days work was done.
|Beach fishing at its best!|
We ate and drank while watching the beach world go by. Late afternoon we loaded up and drove back to Melaque. Another great day in the books.
|A Torro pulled in via hand line.|