Chacala

Motoring from San Blas to Chacala was uneventful. We checked out with the port captain in San Blas (in Spanish over the radio, I might add). One of the nicest compliments I've received was having the port captain's office tell me that I spoke good Spanish. pat-pat-pat

Chacala was bow and stern anchor, as the other boats we anchored near were tied that way. It's a pain, no doubt AND the first time we stern anchored on Hotspur. However, my ingenious husband dropped the 80 lb. Manson on the bow and I backed our 300 feet of chain all the way out. Jim then let out a 25lb. stern anchor. We used the windlass to take up the chain on the front end until we were at 150'. It worked beautifully and we looked like we had done it this way 1000 times.

Chacala is beautiful... white sand beach, palapas, jungly hills, nice sound of surf. It's also very touristy and you can't go for a beer or meal without 50 vendors asking you to buy this trinket or that.

A young Mexican couple in their 20's were pouring sand down each other's bathing suits and rolling around on their beach towel and making out. I tried not to stare too much. Jim was ogling though and thank goodness he was or I would have missed the three armed policemen with M-16s escorting the couple away. So much for getting jiggy with it on the beach in Mexico. I wanted to take photos but couldn't bring myself to be that grossly paparazzi about it. The poor things! I wanted to find the complainer and give him/her a piece of my mind. We haven't had such wonderful entertainment since.

Chacala... I want to go back!