There were multiple times in Cabo San Lucas, where upon monitoring the VHF radio, we would hear the locals hailing Fernando. “Fernando, Fernando, Fernando, Fernando.” His name, four times in a row as fast as possible would be blurted out randomly throughout the day, and when he didn’t answer they would keep calling. This had us wondering first of all, who was Fernando, and second, why the hell didn’t he ever answer!? It was a mystery to us but also quite amusing. For fun we’d bust out our best Spanish accent to reenact the scene!
Cabo San Lucas and San Jose del Cabo are often referred to as Los Cabos. It appears the cities of these two Cabos have casually over time just bumped into each other. During our stay in Cabo San Lucas we dubbed the area, “the Las Vegas of Baja California Sur,” only without the slots. An outdoor stroll near Puerto Paraiso (a large shopping mall) and the marina, was often accompanied by a constant line of vendors approaching us with multiple options for how we could spend our money. If it wasn’t Cuban cigars, it was jewelry, gum, children’s trinkets, restaurants, time shares, or our favorite, boating tours. This popular port of call attracts 400 cruise ships a year, and for this reason it has transformed itself from a sleepy fishing village, into a resort destination offering its visitors just about any activity you could imagine. Jet skis, parasailing, beach cruises, floating disco catamarans, nightlife, diving, snorkeling, whale watching, luxury hotels, villas, restaurants, shopping, etc. You name it, they got it! Oh, and did I mention fishing? Top prizes in the Marlin competition have some lucky fisherman taking home a purse with over a million dollars. But, even if your not the competitive sport fishing type, you might want to beware of Pancho. We saw Pancho riding on the back swim step of a fishing boat entering the harbor as we were exiting in our dinghy. This very large overweight sea lion is well known around the area for his fish begging antics. Check out this video of Pancho stealing a fish!
While we enjoyed Cabo San Lucas, we were also ready to move onto something a little less Vegas. Besides we had to get back to working our real jobs. This means we need power and Internet. So after paying our $34 anchoring fee, we packed up and got on our way. I was a little sad as we left the anchorage in Cabo San Lucas because we were also leaving our friends and starting out on our own journey. It would be a huge contrast to participating in the rally but we also had a new found confidence to do so. After quickly traveling down the coast it was time to make our next jump an easy one. We day sailed the 17 miles around the corner to San Jose del Cabo at about 6 knots. It was a gorgeous day with gorgeous wind! We didn’t even bother to lift Petit Bateau (dinghy) up on deck, and instead we towed him for the very first time. We turned off the engine leaving Moses (monitor wind vane) and the sails carry us to our destination.
We had made reservations before leaving San Diego to stay a month at Puerto los Cabos a newer marina located in San Jose del Cabo. Depending on where people were headed, the next logical stop for many Baja Ha Ha boats became Puerto los Cabos. Especially for those that couldn’t get a slip assignment in Cabo San Lucas. The bay at San Jose del Cabo was easily identified by a large iron cross that was overlooking the marina area.
As we got ready to enter the bay, we put away the sails, turned off Moses and saw two more boats were lining up behind us. The entrance to the marina area seemed a little narrow. From there we followed the markers into the bay and stopped at the fuel dock. Unfortunately on the way down we had used way more fuel than we would have liked.
We topped everything off and I went down below to hail the Marina on the VHF so we could get our slip assignment. I debated. English or Spanish? Most everyone in Cabo San Lucas spoke English, and we were told just about everyone at the marina’s speak some degree of English as well. But, I don’t care. I like practicing my Spanish. This time however, I decided to start in English and see where that got me. I told them we had a reservation for Maluhia. “Ok, one moment,” they said, and I waited. I listened as the marina guys talked over the radio. “Hay una reservation para Mal, …. Mah . . . Mala-wee-ah?” (Is there a reservation for . . .) “Como se llama?” another person asked. (What is the name?) “Mah. . .Mal-ah-wee-ah?” was the reply. I could hear the confusion over the pronunciation and I knew what was causing it. The letter “H” is never pronounced in Spanish. So I felt obliged to chime in, “El velero se llama Ma-lou-hee-ah . . . se escribe eme, ah, ele, oo, ache, ee, ah. Tenemos una reservación para Lunes pero estamos aquí temprano.” (The name of the sailboat is Maluhia, it’s spelled. . . We have a reservation for tomorrow but we are here early.) There was a short pause, then laughter erupted over the radio from the guys at the Marina. “Ah, Sí Mala-wee-ah!” The conversation continued them in English me in Spanish. They assigned us a slip number, but because it was Sunday, the Marina office was closed, so we had to wait to officially check in. After pulling into the slip despite not having electricity, (which we had reserved) we had fresh water! So, we did the first thing any boat owner without a water maker, would be dying to do over the last few weeks. We gave Maluhia the fresh water rinse she deserved! We cleaned her up and took her picture. She had the smallest mast compared to her new neighbors but she sure looked good!