The next morning we went to the marina office and checked in along with a few other Baja Ha Ha boats. Shirley the assistant manager at the Puerto los Cabos marina was running around getting us all settled with signed contracts, Internet passwords, bathroom and gate keys. She even ordered a water truck to come and deliver twenty, five gallon garrafones of potable drinking water for everyone that requested it!
It was a busy few weeks for this marina with all of the Baja Ha Ha boats rolling through. Our real slip (the one we reserved) wasn’t ready yet, but we were being directed to relocate to a new slip with electricity. We moved the boat to the new slip right away and got our power cord ready. Oops! The power plug in receptacle was 50 amp but we have a 30 amp cord. No worries, we had an adapter on the boat somewhere. We dug it out and proceeded to plug in our cord, but it wasn’t happening. That’s weird, we thought. It looks the same but doesn’t fit?
I saw another Baha Ha Ha boat owner and waved him over, and told him our dilemma. He said his wouldn’t work either and he was borrowing an adapter from the marina. In twenty years, (the age of our boat, and probably the age of our adapters) they must have changed the socket and we never got the memo! We didn’t really need to plug-in for electricity, but it definitely makes our lives a little easier in the refrigeration department. Our refrigerator (Seafrost – cold plate) is not 12-volts which means it doesn’t run off of our batteries. Keeping it cold without electricity is a dance we perform which involves using the engine (the fastest way) or our generator (slower process) to keep it cool, among other common sense practices, adding ice, and keeping the lid closed. Curiously we’ve run into many boats that skip the refrigeration all together. I try to take mental notes as I pick their brain on the matter in the event that one day, we might become brave enough to try it ourselves. The marina had run out of adapters so our new neighbor graciously offered to let us work out a trade.
We still had some items on our list from the passage to attend to. First up, climbing the mast to retrieve our spinnaker halyard. (again!) After getting it down for the second time I said, “If we have to haul this thing up there again, what do you think about putting a downhaul on the end of the halyard next time?” Grant agreed! We were going to have to rethink this whole SSB antenna thing. Because it was so sunny and warm in San Jose del Cabo, we put out both our sun shades and added the screens to all of the windows. The mosquitoes were hungry in San Jose del Cabo!
One of the great things about cruising is you keep running into wonderful people. After we settled into our new slip at the marina we were delighted to overhear Sea Otter and Cake hailing the marina for slips as well. What is more fun then impromptu dinners and cockpits overflowing with laughter and sea stories? Add to that some dogs and kids and you’ve got yourself a grand ‘ol time.
Liars dice! This was a game we’d never heard of until Sea Otter introduced us. Briefly, each player gets a set of dice and you guess combinations of rolls with each player upping the ante until the number becomes so ridiculously high that the next person HAS to call the prior a “liar.” If the caller is right, the “liar” loses a die; if not – the caller loses one. Then the next round starts, etc. Its a simple game that is a combination of strategy and luck that requires no more than a bunch of dice and some cups. It is a BLAST! We became hooked and started harassing Sea Otter to play every chance we got.
We heard from our neighbors that a new yacht (Miss Molly) arrived with a camera crew that was filming some kind of fishing reality show. We got the pleasure of meeting these crazy folks one evening and it was quite entertaining. Booze flowed freely and they borrowed a dinghy to row across the channel and restock after devouring a liquid dinner.
Kenny got a wild look in his eye and ran to grab his fishing gear. Faster than you can say cigutera he was plying the waters behind the massive motoryacht, taking advantage of its colorful stern lights. Alas, no creatures of the deep were discovered at the end of a hook before we called it a night.