4/25–Cabo San Lucas

A relaxing two days at sea pass delightfully.  What did we do? Who knows? We did go to a few lectures, watched some movies, maybe, wandered around, read, wrote a little of the blog, and hmmm…just sort of passed the time and the days.

So Monday brings us to Cabo, with an awful port time of 7a to 2p.  What can you do during that time? And with a tender to boot?  Not much – and we planned on doing just that – not much.

After a leisurely breakfast, we headed out on the tender, than walked the gauntlet of tour hawkers around the marina.  We ended up just sort of wandering around town, not doing much of anything but reminiscing about different places we’d been in the past:  The Giggling Marlin, Cabo Wabo (before we fully understood Sammy Hagar’s politics), etc. We get into a discussion with a girl who is selling tours in front of the Giggling Marlin. She’s a doll, has lived in the states, we talk about differences here, how it has changed, etc.  Nice little cultural exchange and then we move on to wander the streets some more.

We find a great sports bar with all the NFL teams represented and take a photo for our New England friends – and one for me too of course!

Then we make our way back to the marina and succumb to one of the hawkers pleas to come inside and sit down.  It’s only maybe 10:30, but what the heck. What else is there to do here in the early morning but drink?  So we do.  As we are sitting here enjoying the view, Cheryl and Ken (our NE friends) and their friends walk in, so we wave. The waiter takes it upon himself to add to our table and seat them with us.  Ok. Fun!  So, we hang out, they surf the web (as best as they can because the internet stinks) and a bucket of beer later, we’re ready to leave. We say goodbye to all, pay our tab at the bar and head back to the ship to find sustenance that isn’t overpriced nachos.

Sail away is gorgeous as always.  The rocks, the arch, it is just beautiful (especially because one of the wait staff had told us the arch had fallen. We were a bit skeptical,   and turns out we were right to be. The arch is still there in all it’s glory – see below – and we think he was talking about the arches in Puerta Vallarta that were destroyed in a hurricane.)

As we sail away, we hear word that we’ve left someone behind.  Oh bummer.  Not a port to be late – we’re heading the to States. Have no idea how the person will get back.  Wow.

Also later on, we find out that our friends Cheryl and Ken were harassed for our bill when they left the bar in Cabo. The waiter said we never paid and were trying to force them to pay for us. We couldn’t get the waiter’s attention, so we paid at the bar with the bartender guy.  Cheryl had seen us pay, so they refused to pay, but still.  What a pain. Although we did tell them that now they know how the Stevens can travel so much all over the world – stiffing checks in every port!  LOL.