I pulled out the electric scooter and rode over to drop off our laundry, followed by a stop at Mas Café for coffee and a really good bagel sandwich with a side salad. The salad was a nice surprise and much appreciated after having no veggies with dinner last night.
Back at Strikhedonia, Jack had already started washing the boat without me. He is incredible. I helped him finish up the last little bit of the job. Next, it was time to rebuild the raw water pump that failed over the summer. I have done this before, and YouTube videos made the job easier, for the most part. The old seized bearing was a pain to get off, requiring us to sand the shaft and do a lot of hammering. Once it was finally apart, we could put the new parts in to get it working again. Of course, I messed up a few times and basically had to take it apart and fix my mistakes three different times. So much for following the videos.
Jack had been eyeing a birria spot across the street since we arrived. Today was finally his day, and we stopped there on our way to the grocery store. The tacos were packed with tasty meat and came with a great cup of consommé. After another long, hot walk to the store, we finally had a fully stocked boat. Right around then, it was time to pick up our laundry and grab a few fish tacos, I had skipped the birria since I already had beef tacos last night.
In the late afternoon, Mike and Tammy from SV Luna came over for a drink aboard Strikhedonia before we all headed back to Tonka’s for dinner. We were surprised to run into the couple from SV Wing It!, whom we had met back in San Francisquito. They were just finishing their meal, but they hung out with us while we ate. Unfortunately, we were too late for ribs, though that was fine since there was plenty of other good food on the menu. We got into some great conversations, and when I looked up, I saw that my friends who own the place, Eduardo and Arturo, had arrived. I hadn’t seen Arturo since the spring because of a civil engineering project they were working on in Cabo. With both of them there, we caught up on the project and the frustrating news that the Mexican government still hasn’t paid them for the round-the-clock work they put in for months. Right now, they are driving to Mexicali every other week, a 1,600-kilometer round trip, just to fight for the money they are owed. They are hopeful they might get paid by Christmas. Realizing I had left my dinner and boat friends at the table for too long, I said goodbye until next time. We paid our bills and walked back to the microbrewery for a nightcap, stopping for ice cream along the way. After 10:00 p.m., with just me and the crew from Wing It! left, it was time to call it a night.
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