After 38 hours of travel, and I call it travel not sailing because we motored most of the time, we arrived at Cabo San Lucas. We dragged the fishing lures the entire way and ate canned corn and top ramen but no fish. As the sun was rising we were an hour out from Cabo, fishing boat after fishing boat after fishing boat passed us to go froth the water further out. Not sure how the fish have a chance with all those lines crisscrossing the water. We got here at 0900 and it was pretty quiet, things hadn’t heated up yet as we would soon find out.

We passed a 965 foot cruise ship in the middle of the night and were watching the movie they were playing on deck with our binoculars, Moana, a good one. After anchoring here in Cabo another monster cruise ship came in after us and anchored 200 yards behind us. The water is really deep here so we’re all nestled together close to the shore. Soon the boats started to show up, first a few “glass bottom/taxis” then the jet skis anchored in a line next to us waiting for a tourist with the fat wallet. Then they started dragging people up into the air on parachutes behind boats, at one point I counted 8 dangling people two hundred feet above the water at once. Of course the beach was filled with sunburned gringos drinking fancy over priced cocktails and wearing perfectly matched beachwear.

This morning we snorkeled out by the famous arches near the entrance to the bay….with about 50 other snorkelers, 30 scuba divers, people out of control in rented kayaks, standup paddle boarders, sail boats wizzing by and one entrepreneur making tacos. It was amazing, probably the best snorkeling I’ve ever seen, all kinds of fish and they were not afraid of us at all as it’s a protected area. To bad Fireball couldn’t bring his speargun, we would be eating well tonight.

As the sun started going down, things quieted some, jets skis were dragged back and parachutes packed away for tomorrow’s daredevil. Until……the party boats came out! Big ones. Two pirate ships, catamarans, sailboats and power boats. One with fire dancers, one with a live band playing ‘80’s rock and roll, all with blinking lights all colors of the rainbow, blaring fast paced music and most with a DJ screaming “DrinkDrinkDrink!” We sat on our little sailboat in the middle of all this awestruck at the debauchery of it all. Remember where we’ve been these past two months: mostly small fish camps where they gave us just caught lobsters. The all mighty dollar has really changed this place to an adult Disneyland playground. We couldn’t hear the shore life, even though it was close, over the music in the bay. I’m sure it was hopping also, prying dollar bills from the pockets of all who were there.

I woke up with a start this morning to loud close noises. Another huge cruise ship was anchoring behind us. Its small ferry boats already launching, before it even stopped moving, to bring waiting tourists to shore to purchase stuff. It’s now 1:30 and it’s pulling up anchor, ready to move on to the next port with rare trinkets to give family back home. The last of the ferries is just being tucked back up on deck. Next stop: Mazatlán by morning. The wind just picked up and we watched a string of seven jets skis float by after dragging anchor. I guess the bent rebar didn’t hold. They missed our boat by 20 feet, Gabe really wanted to go “rescue” them hoping to get free rides for all. They got almost to the cruise ship before one of the jet ski guys with a Santa hat went after them.

Let’s just say there’s lots to observe here. Tomorrow moving to San Jose del Cabo to drop Gabe and Amelia off, they fly home Friday. Sad face.

Tor