Manzanillo, Mexico

This quaint little town felt like Greece.  We were anchored out in front of a moorish looking white washed stone and plaster mini-city that covers a sizeable hill. The main swimming beach is about 50 feet in front of our chosen anchorage.

There are four other boats anchored out in roughly the same area.  We all use a single anchor so that as the wind shifts direction or the current changes all the boats point roughly the same way.  A slow herd like symphony with different players.  There’s a Trawler from San Francisco that’s seen better days, a couple of cruiser-looking 40 foot sailboats, a really small 25 footer that we might have seen bay sailing, and then us. I can guarantee we had the best dinner.

While making our last pass through the now familiar grocery store in PV we found some real gems.  Cracker crumbs and corn flake crumbs in small bags along with a box of Velveeta brand mac and cheese.  Pure comfort food.  The ships gourmet officer rolled the fresh Dorado in egg then corn flake crumbs.  The covered fish flesh then went into our friendly old iron skillet.  The skillet was put on the grill for baking.  Nice. Really worked out to be an excellent dinner as sat in our chairs on the back deck of the boat, muching down on baked fish and mac & cheese.  What’s a vegetable, anyway.

The town covers about half of our view, the later it gets, the louder.  I hear people laughing at a restaurant, the occasional bus crawling up some of the steep little streets here and some sort of disco dance thing getting fired up.  Behind all these noises are the regular sounds of ocean swells making their way into the rocks that line most of the shore.

The trip here didn’t start out so well, in fact it was pretty scary for a few minutes.  We motor-sailed into the bay, dropped the sails and motored in to the small marina located in a calm looking part of the Mazatlan Bay.  Our goal was to stop at the fuel dock to top off the fuel tanks and possibly find a berth there in the marina.

The fuel dock is a fairly long U shaped arrangement more like two L’s stuck together at the ends of the long part of the L.  There was a small sailboat sitting pretty much in the middle of it leaving maybe 55′ between it and the leftmost shank of the L.  In true Larry Myers form, we decided to just go ahead and parallel park this 53 foot boat spot that was looking smaller and smaller.  Sure enough, just like Larry did in Poros we stuck the boat in the hole. It was one of our finer efforts at docking the boat.  Our normal entrance is generally described as “dinner and a show.”

That’s when the trouble began. (for a full and possibly painful description of the aforementioned docking in Greece just ask Larry)

It seems that there is a powerful surge here, with water passing through some culverts into the marina from the ocean just outside.  As the waves would pound into the rock wall that formed the marina, water would surge through the culverts so that our entire boat was shoved awayfrom the dock in a violent fashion and the same occurred when the water receded and we were suck into and slammed against the dock.  We ran lines to all the available cleats and deployed all the fenders.  All of this was just no good as our 26 ton boat was going not only going to wreck the floating docks but it was going to pull the entire structure that was holding the dock in place from shore out of the brick wall. We were going to strip the bolts from the steel and the steel from the dock.  It was scary to watch and we worked hard and fast to get untied and beat a hasty retreat from the marina.  We made our way to this sweet little anchorage not a half mile away.  Those surges seem to sweep under us and crash on to the rocks not 100 yards away.

The original plan was to stay a day or two here in this interesting little euro-mex town, but the winds and currents were not in our favor.   Zihuatenajo was sending sweet messages to us so we lit out at first light and made our way there.

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