It’s another beautiful day here, but unfortunately Kirstyn isn’t feeling it. Sinus pressure, leaking eyes, head so heavy her neck feels like it isn’t up to the task. I’ve dubbed this ailment Mexican flu. If Spain can take the blame for a flue that killed millions, Mexico can handle one that makes your face hurt. Faced with a dwindling stock of Buckley’s, my thoughts have turned to remedies, and if I only remember one thing my mom ever said, it’s “vitamin C.” The fresh juice counter at the grocery store may be my best hope for curing this affliction. Obviously this is going to take some preparation and planning, I’m now the caretaker of an invalid, alone in a foreign land. I’m going to need medicine, nasal decongestant, maybe some NyQuil? There are about 100 pharmacias within 10 blocks of here advertising cheap Viagra, but this situation doesn’t call for Viagra or Valium. I’m gonna need to find the real pharmacy where real Mexican people shop, not the drug addled, sex crazed cruise ship people store. Although, maybe Valium and Viagra is exactly what she needs? No! Vitamin C dammit! It seems so simple, too simple, but what’s my plan? The mayorista has a lady with a juicer, pick your fruit, hand it to the lady, pay your pesos and you have a jug of fresh juice. Kirstyn says orange, but there’s gotta be some crazy healing power in those fresh mangoes, papayas, guavas and pineapples. Yeah. A new Canadian couple arrived last night, sailed from Bamfield of all places and harbour hopped down the coast. We shared a few beverages and heard stories of river bar crossings, marine corps helicopters and broken Diesel engines. Pretty standard stuff. Every time we meet new cruisers the stories come out and inevitably we always want to know what each other’s plans are. The thing is, most of us are winging it. When should we leave Ensenada? How soon is it reasonably safe to show up in Cabo? Turtle Bay won’t see a tropical storm this year says one “experienced veteran.” Another guy tells us the late season storms are more likely to veer north and cross the Baja. The Baja haha is a annual sailing rally that departs San Diego at the end of October, and we’ve been told that most of the people that sign up are fairly new to the yachting scene and join the rally for the supposed security in numbers. I’m certain we don’t want to get caught in the middle of 300 pensioners on sailboats, so do we go early or let them go past? How is being unemployed so challenging? Maybe I do need some Valium.
Adventures of Sunshine Three 