I'm in Tenacatita, a little town on the Mexican coast, and it is nice here. There are Crocodiles, there is a nice big beach, and lots of Canadians. Lots. I've met 6 different groups of Canadians here, a few of them have houses that they spend some time of the year here with.
I've traveled from Chamela over the last few days, two of which were in a failed race with Kashmir, another boat, an Islander 30, crewed by two young men who met traveling and then bought the boat together in La Paz. The first day was a strong headwind, with us starting late, and the race was too far for us to make the distance before dark, so we diverted to Paraiso, which was a great place to go. We all went diving, and I ended up shooting a nice big Amberjack that I gave half to a catamaran, then fed Kashmir and myself with the other half. And Amberjacks are a great fish to eat. The next day, we got up early to make the distance in time, and the wind never came up. It was dead all day long, so we abandoned the race about half way. It goes to show me that I'm not supposed to be a racer, I guess. This was the first time I've ever been in a real race, and it failed.
So I got here last evening, and it is a big bay with a few places to go. I am currently in front of a town that I'm not sure the name of, but there is collossal red tide here, it is orange blood in the water all over. If it clears up I will go to the other places and look for fish, or I'll just continue to Barra De Navidad, where it is supposed to be beautiful, and there is a surfing break.