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Puddle Jump

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 I thought I would share with all of you an event that Liz and I experienced yesterday.

As you may know, Puerto Vallarta is a popular place for people to prepare for the "puddle jump" to the South Pacific.  Latitude 38 Magazine tries to keep track of people heading over - this year over 200 boats signed up with them, leaving from all over the Pacific Coast.  A large number of them are leaving from here.

We made good friends with the owners of a Nordhavn 64 called Oso Blanco (White Bear, after their 7 year old son, Bear).  They've been planning this trip for years, and after all that time, they were able to start yesterday.  If you ever met Eric, the owner, you would know that starting on April 1 sort of matches his sensibilities.  Eric has logged 25000 miles in Nordhavn cruisers, but even with all that, Lloyds of London was reluctant to give him insurance without people on board who had actually done the puddle jump previously.  He was able to convince the underwriter that he would buddy-cruise with another Nordhavn that had people on board with experience of that passage, and Eric would take three extra friends onboard with experience of long-distance cruising.

Nordhavns are known as expedition cruisers - powerboats with enough fuel and standby systems to give them incredible range.  Oso has a range of around 3500 miles, and is equipped with an entirely separate get-home engine system that they can use in case the main engine packs it in during the trip.  For this trip, Eric bought an extra flexible fuel bladder for another 300 gallons of fuel.  When you get going, there's really nothing out there as a stopping point until you reach the Marquesas, which is their first destination, only 2700 miles away.


The whole Puddle Jump thing has been a real eye opener for Liz and I. When you go to the marina, there are crowds of kids running around. Whole families are making these trips, many with pretty small children on board.  Obviously, the vessel of choice is a sailboat, but these days  there are a few long distance trawlers who are making the trip.  What an amazing thing for a kid to be involved in.  It reminds us of the kids we met while we were living internationally: a little smarter, a little more worldly, and a lot more self sufficient.  The parents are different too:  They don't freak out when their kids are jumping from the dock to boats or driving their scooters down the docks at high speed in imminent danger of going into the water. 

For us, as our new friends head over the horizon, it has been a mixture of happiness and sadness.  We're obviously happy for them to be following their dreams, but sad to be the people standing on the dock, tears in the eyes, waving goodbye to such good friends.  Casting off their lines and watching them cruise out of the marina, with Bear and his mother standing on the back deck waving, us knowing it would be months or years before we have a chance to see them again.  Then turning and walking back down the dock with other friends, all of us in tears, joking about how one of those "Left Behind" books ought to be written about us.

It was a special moment that Liz and I will never forget.

Last Updated on Friday, 02 April 2010 17:03
 

Toys for Tots

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I've been volunteering for just about anything around here.  It's a good way to meet people, and occasionally you feel good about doing something for somebody. 

This week I helped with Toys for Tots.  It's run by the Navy League here - a local group that looks after US Navy or Coast Guard folks that may wash up on our shores.  The timing is a little different from Toys for Tots in the US, as kids in Mexico also get presents for "King's Day", January 6.  Local organizations contribute money or other things to the effort, and the Navy League purchases presents to take to the kids in the area.

I started helping on January 5 - the presents had to be prepared for distribution.  We inflated 3500 soccer and basketballs, as well as bagged up toy trucks, blocks, dolls, skip ropes and other things.  There were 9 routes, with 1200 toys per route.  You do the math.
 
Since I'm a glutton for punishment, I got volunteered for going on one of the longest routes.  A mere 40 miles on roads so bad that the whole trip was to take 11 hours.  We are talking some seriously disturbed roads here! 

We started out with 4 trucks, with two turning back after we had finished distributing toys to 4 schools, which represented about 70% of our toys and only about an hour.  After that, the remaining 2 vehicles headed up into the mountains to take toys to the small one-room schools and ranches up in the hills.  There were places along the way that were so remote that one wondered why they were there in the first place, and how they managed to live.  Just going to a store for them would be a serious commitment. 

It was an amazing experience.  In general, the children were polite and grateful for their toys.  At the ranches and remote homes the mother would come out with the kids and supervise as they were given their toys.  At the schools, the headmaster would line the boys on one side and the girls on the other, each stepping forward to receive their gift.  In a couple of places we saw boys playing soccer, so we stopped on the side of the road and threw new balls into their fields.

After 10 hours we had pretty much driven over the top of the Sierra Madres, crossed into 8000ft altitude and distributed almost all our toys.  My memories of the experience was of smiling children, parents and teachers who shook our hands and waved...

... and a very sore rear!  I'll take 12 months for me to forget the pain of the trip and remember to great thing that we were doing.
Last Updated on Friday, 09 January 2009 00:20
 

Winding Down

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Holy guacamole, 11 days left. Weird. I’m busy trying to get things ready to leave Malongo, and leave my job. Some things get packed, some things get pitched, some things get given away. There’s a sense of urgency about those last few things I want to say to the crew.

Last Updated on Thursday, 01 January 2009 22:58 Read more...
 

Skype Me, Baby

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Sometimes somebody just puts together some technology that is so eye-opening that an entire industry sits up and takes notice. That’s what seems to have happened with Skype – http://www.skype.com, a company who has produced peer-to-peer voice over internet software for the past 18 months. The interface is like an Instant Messenger client, except when you go to talk to someone, you actually talk to them. You can conference lots of friends, send text messages and send files. The voice quality is better than anything I’ve ever used. Very cool. Oh, and it’s free for computer-to-computer calls. They make their money selling a service called Skype-Out, which allows you to call out to non-computer numbers for only $0.03/minute in the US and Europe. Liz finally got Skype on her laptop, and she’s been calling me from downstairs to ask questions. The ultimate couch potato’s toy! Give it a shot, and give us a call. My Skype name is abarrow, Liz’s is lizbarrow.
 

Stupid is as Stupid Does

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Well, it's 8:40 pm and I got home about 20 minutes ago.  The last 8 hours or so have been quite an adventure.

We drove back from Barra de Navidad today, after an excellent few days with our friends on Oso Blanco.  About 40 miles from PV all sorts of lights went on the car.  From what was happening (power steering not working, AC suddenly warm), it was pretty easy to see that the car had thrown a belt.  We were in the middle of nowhere, so I decided that even through the alternator was no longer powering anything, there ought to be enough energy in the battery to keep the electric radiator fan running and keep spark going until we could limp to the next town.  Stupid.  Belts power water pumps, too.
 
It didn't happen.  The car died about 3km short of Tuito (about 30 miles from Puerto Vallarta).  There just happened to be a bare spot on the other side of the road, and as I opened the hood to look at the steaming remains of my engine, a guy pulls up on a very small motorcycle.  He looks at the situation, introduces himself in broken English and says, "I'll get a taxi.  Be right back".  He turns around and heads back to Tuito. Ten minutes later he leads a taxi back to where we are.
 
Liz and I get in the taxi and head to Tuito, where the taxi driver has a favorite mechanic.  Mechanic in tow, and we all parade back to our car.
 
The mechanic opens the hood.  His English is excellent, "Your water pump is gone".  
 
So, we are back in the taxi to go to a car parts store in Tuito.  Of course, no water pump.  After heading back to where the car is to tell the mechanic what is going on (and to get the old water pump), me, Liz and the taxi guy head for the Jeep dealer in Puerto Vallarta, a 45 minute drive over curvy roads.  When we get there, we find they are closed for another 30 minutes, so the taxi driver takes Liz home and comes back for me.
 
Water pump and new belt in hand, we head back to Tuito to pick up the mechanic and head to the car.  I paid off the taxi driver in Tuito and jumped in with the mechanic and headed back to the car.  It took him all of 10 minutes to mount the new water pump and belt.  Just before he asked me to try the engine, he checked the oil.  Oops, wayyyy too much.  Bad sign.
 
Sure enough, the engine wouldn't start.  Heads probably blown, or worse.
 
We discussed the situation, and determined that my now-favorite shade tree mechanic Alex could probably do a reasonable job of figuring out exactly what had happened to the car.  The problem was that we needed a tow.  Alex had an idea.
 
We drove back to Tuito, he jumps out of the car, and walks over to a police truck.  Then Alex comes back and tells me to come over and get in the police truck with him, and the three of us drive off at a high rate of speed toward my poor car.  The lights were a nice touch.
 
Alex produces a very worn piece of rope, and attaches it to my car, then to the bumper of the police truck, and off we go back to Tuito.  Even the policeman was skeptical about Alex's tow rope.
 
The rope broke going over a tope (speed bump) near Alex's garage, so he coasted there with me giving a little extra push.  The tow cost me a 200 peso contribution to the police benevolent fund. 
 
So, that's where we are now - I'll know by 5pm tomorrow if Alex can fix it.  
 
We are philosophical about it.  We couldn't believe our luck to have someone who spoke English stop right after we broke down.  We were also very lucky to be broke down so near Tuito, the last town with mechanics before you get to PV.  We got a very, very patient taxi driver who probably drove us 60 miles total.  The car is what it is - it'll either be fixed or it won't be.  We'll have to see what happens after tomorrow.

 

Last Updated on Monday, 25 April 2011 23:27
 
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