Maribeth and Alan arrive in Nuevo and have a morning beach walk, looking for snow. All the Canadians at the airport were peeling off their outerwear as they came through immigration and customs, hauling giant bags of golf clubs and tennis racquets. The following morning, the unreality or the contrast between several centimeters of snow and the warm sand/water was mentioned several times. We had a great trip planned to go down the coast and turn around for their return flight, but Sha'ash put a monkey wrench in the works with his vet appointments - although he is now putting sme weight on his leg.
We took the boat out with Lisa and Jon and sailed only on the jib and found a gathering of boats watching whales sound. We had been to a small conference put on by the local university about safety around whales, and it turned out to be information for the commercial pangas and not so much for cruisers, although we can benefit from staying away from the critters.Actually, the whales benefit...we watched the tour boats follow in a group after the whales and this seemed to be harrassment of sorts for dollars. We have enough photos of whale's tails, fins, mysterious backs in the water so we just watch when we can, now. Captain Jon watching Alan drive the boat, no snow.
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