Short Version:
New and improved relaxing day, now with extra fun!
Long Version:
Waking in the morning to a gorgeous sunrise and the knowledge that there's no travelling to be done that day is prett
y bloody good. The only shadows looming as we awoke that morning, other than our hangovers, were the knowledge that we were near the end of our time in Mexico and nowhere near the end of our kilometres; and the tummy effects which had started a few days earlier, and had been steadily increasing in both scope* and intensity.
Janine and I still managed to kayak round the island again, with critter-sightings including dolphins moving at a hell of a clip, some pretty cool bird of prey action, and heaps of leaping fish**. There were a bunch of fish doing crazy stuff back at Playa Buenaventuras too, with mass strandings and regular solo insanity displays from the little ones, both of which were greeted with beak-smacking approval by herons and pelicans and blue-footed boobies alike.
We'd picked up some goggles at Wal-Mart in La
Paz, and discovered the richness of the marine life in the area was even more striking when viewed at close quarters - bright colors galore, across a wide variety of fish, plants, and critters in-between.
In the evening, we sacrificed the firewood we'd accumulated in Oregon to the spectre of the impending US border crossing, and cooked quesadillas on the grill. I say "we" cooked, but really Janine and Anoushka did so, on the fire that Craig built. My capacity for independent thought and useful activity had been severely compromised by an entire afternoon sitting shoulder-deep in the sea on a plastic chair, drinking beer***, so my role became largely ornamental. Luckily, I was wearing Speedos, so was at my most aesthetically-pleasing.
Once the remaining tequila had been polished off, synchronised swimming may have occurred.
Scrabble was attempted, but thwarted by someone which may have been me falling asleep mid-game****, then it was off to bed, ready for the early start next morning, for the 900km+ driving day of doom: Playa Buenaventuras to Ensenada.
* = Craig was last to succumb, at least partly because he refused to do so
** = Including a solo enormous fish, seen by Janine, and a repeat-leaping school of 20ish small fish which we both spied
*** = Amidst schools of the tiny yellow-and-black fish we'd dubbed mini-Nonus, after their larger like-colored cousins, which we called Nonu-fish because they were yellow and black and looked like they were wearing eyeliner.
**** = I suspect that if I'd had any vowels I may have had more success at staying awake. Having said that, I was a long way off the scoring pace, largely due to a complete inability to recognise individual letters, let alone form words from random collections of the things.
New and improved relaxing day, now with extra fun!
Long Version:
Waking in the morning to a gorgeous sunrise and the knowledge that there's no travelling to be done that day is prett
y bloody good. The only shadows looming as we awoke that morning, other than our hangovers, were the knowledge that we were near the end of our time in Mexico and nowhere near the end of our kilometres; and the tummy effects which had started a few days earlier, and had been steadily increasing in both scope* and intensity.Janine and I still managed to kayak round the island again, with critter-sightings including dolphins moving at a hell of a clip, some pretty cool bird of prey action, and heaps of leaping fish**. There were a bunch of fish doing crazy stuff back at Playa Buenaventuras too, with mass strandings and regular solo insanity displays from the little ones, both of which were greeted with beak-smacking approval by herons and pelicans and blue-footed boobies alike.
We'd picked up some goggles at Wal-Mart in La
Paz, and discovered the richness of the marine life in the area was even more striking when viewed at close quarters - bright colors galore, across a wide variety of fish, plants, and critters in-between.In the evening, we sacrificed the firewood we'd accumulated in Oregon to the spectre of the impending US border crossing, and cooked quesadillas on the grill. I say "we" cooked, but really Janine and Anoushka did so, on the fire that Craig built. My capacity for independent thought and useful activity had been severely compromised by an entire afternoon sitting shoulder-deep in the sea on a plastic chair, drinking beer***, so my role became largely ornamental. Luckily, I was wearing Speedos, so was at my most aesthetically-pleasing.
Once the remaining tequila had been polished off, synchronised swimming may have occurred.
Scrabble was attempted, but thwarted by someone which may have been me falling asleep mid-game****, then it was off to bed, ready for the early start next morning, for the 900km+ driving day of doom: Playa Buenaventuras to Ensenada.
* = Craig was last to succumb, at least partly because he refused to do so
** = Including a solo enormous fish, seen by Janine, and a repeat-leaping school of 20ish small fish which we both spied
*** = Amidst schools of the tiny yellow-and-black fish we'd dubbed mini-Nonus, after their larger like-colored cousins, which we called Nonu-fish because they were yellow and black and looked like they were wearing eyeliner.
**** = I suspect that if I'd had any vowels I may have had more success at staying awake. Having said that, I was a long way off the scoring pace, largely due to a complete inability to recognise individual letters, let alone form words from random collections of the things.
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