Sadly the last sail of the rally for this guy

I was woken to the sound of rain. Knowing that wasn’t possible I headed for the swimstep. The millions of sardines we swam through yesterday were going crazy. A constant boil with occasional excitement where large fish jump out of the water chasing the little guys who jump out trying to avoid being eaten. To top it off hundreds of pelicans were dive bombing slurping up the sardines as well. Alison and I watch them for more than an hour, soaking in the experience. As you can tell by the lack of pictures we were memorized.

With concerns over getting a mooring ball in Puerto Escondido we got moving relatively early and motored our way along. The jib came out for a bit but it was a losing battle and we ended up burning diesel the whole way. A cruise by Honeymoon and down towards Candaleros was taken to test cell coverage. Getting into Puerto Escondido we trolled the mooring field finding mooring ball after mooring ball with fenders on them. Uh oh, did we wait to long to head in? A blow is coming in a few days and it was looking bleak until we found the last available ball. Whew.

Internet and showers were in order and following that we took a walk over to Tripui for dinner. We were treated to a great meal and finally a tasty margarita. After burning off a couple calories on the return walk we dinghied back to the boat for more conversations and a shot of the mezcal (I bought the bottle a few years ago in Durango). And with that it was time to call it a night.

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