Tenacatita dreaming.....

Almost as soon as we had the anchor down, a very intense,man rowed over and said that it had bounced several times and we were not holding. His boat was parallel to us and probably thought we should get the hell away from him.  We reset the anchor and swung in tandem with him, smiling every time we were close.  Then a heavily bearded, sort of officious man came by to tell us the "rules" of Tenacatita.  Pick up your dinghy and motor as "we do not want to be know as the Bay where dinghys are stolen." Too late, buddy - but we normally put away the dinks anyway.  Social hour was after a loooooooong swim to the beach, where bocce ball is played.  Um. No.  We napped.  It had been an overnight  through flat calm weather and water to get here.  The water is blissfully clear and warm, and the dolphins visit.  We later reanchored two more times, finding out that a Fortress anchor will skip on a hard sand bottom.  Me, too.

The lagoon we motored up three years ago is silting in and the panga drivers have to pull the tourists through the waves like Huphrey Bogart and then they rip upstream.  Upstream has grown in so that any damn tourists who try to cut throught the mangroves get the bum's rush at the new resort.   Evidently about four years ago, the small village was cleared out by the new owners who plan a destination resort.  What with the magicapeace of the inner bay, we don't bother with trying to find paradise.  The channel is good for kayak muscles at low tide, though.

Looking towards the beach, and what the cruisers call Good Dog beach....we have another less elegant  name for it.  Robert said there was a monkey on the beach.  Right.  I never saw it.  At least 25 boats were anchored in the Bay and a lot of socializing goes on at the palapa.  We found out the least attractive part of this heavenly place notwithstanding the bossy types who were telling us how to be here, and that is the noseeums attack at sunset.  Can't sit out and ooh and ahhh for fear of the measle look and the bugs seem to like the Off spray.

We trained the dogs to  leap into the dink for trips to their potty place.  Getting back on the boat is easy for Cooper, but Koa has to have help, to go along with his sad sack whimpers.  Then he takes a bit eout of Cooper as if to tell him to quit showing off.

Molly J at anchor in Tenacatita.  We took the dinks to La Manzanilla for some fresh fruit and veggies - and breakfast with the haoles.  Great food and fresh berries at the market.  Now, what is happening to Mexico?  A few years ago we found that the Kitsap Peninsula, (Bremerton north) for pete's sake, had gone yuppified.  Now we buy berries that have prob ably been shipped in from New Zealand to here.   Want to bet that not a complaint is heard in town?