The Cruiser's schedule

Juan runs the harbor at Nuevo Vallarta Marina - and does a great job of it. He has two docks of boats that never leave the harbor, on docks that are worth your life to try to travel on - sheets of plywood laid loose on huge holes in the dock. We live on the new docks - beautiful and safe. Juan met us when we returned from Yelapa - ahhh, beautiful, shabby Yelapa. Supposedly you are only able to get to it by boat, but one guide said there was a road. Knowing the Mexicans, of course there is a road - burt one that probably is as dangerous as Juan's old docks.The cove is three hours on engine from NV, and we were met by El Buly in his panga quite quite a ways out to sea. He arranged for a mooring right off the beach and got both MollyJ and I'O settled. I wanted to jump in the water but saw it full of lovely jelly fish - so Jon, Lisa and I walked the beach. The beach is packed with tourists who come in on the tour boats in the day time and at night, peace. Well, we thought so - but we had a norther come through which roared and rocked us all night, with some

nerves. As the wind was off shore, we finally fell asleep to wake up with a cough that wouldn't stop. I croaked to MollyJ that we would head back to find a doctor in NV and join them later. Everything except the beach palapas are on hills, and this place to the left isfor sale.

Back to Juan - he met the boat, got us settled and gently welcomed us back to a place that is not too shabby at all to recuperate, Nuevo Vallarta.