Up with setting moon. My 2 hour clock just won't adjust and it doesn't really matter - I leave her tomorrow. I can't help but feel down about this cuz I think I found my place. Tomorrow back to the wait for my next mission . Guess I shouldn't worry about that now. I have another day to be in paradise so why worry about tomorrow.
I set out to my bus behind the grocery store two blocks down from the homestead. The plan, meet Larry at the Marina Vallarta so I caught the bus baring the same. At Breathless, Larry is waiting. The deck chairs we left out the day before are neatly put away and Capitan Lauro is ready to "set sail" - although no sail today. Engine is running. Off we go with me positioned on deck between the bow and the front glass so I can see and hear my orders. We glide out the harbor without incidence past what seems like hundreds of boats - big and small. I'm still not sure of the plan but it doesn't seem to matter. We're moving and that makes me happy. We set anchor out in the harbor letting out 200 feet of chain. It won't hold, Captain has me stand at the controls and put the boat into reverse following his signals. We get her to settle in and stop moving. Perfecto! He gets out the air compressor, yellow air hose with mouth piece, flippers and mask. The next thing, Larry is telling me he will be scrapping the boat with a "spatula", he says it so cute. He tied this to a rope and then to his arm. He builds another stair for himself to go up the ladder after he is done today by hanging a deck rope, loop end down below the bottom rung, like a horse saddle stirrup so he can lift himself out. Very clever.
My instructions are to mind the gauges for the generator. 50 for oil pressure, 160-180 for temp. Anything changes or if the boat begins to shift I'm am to shut off the generator. He will
know by the sound that it is time to come up. We mark two points on land visually to make note of there distance from each other. If that changes we are moving and the anchor didn't hold. Now we are out in the bay where there is boat traffic of all kinds, jetties, and shallows so watching the depth finder was also important. This was exhilarating and a little challenging to this new comer but I felt up to the task.
Under water for over an hour! This man is strong and tireless. He worked around every section of the boat scrapping and cleaning her hull. I am so very proud of his abilities! It is a trade I feel deserves much praise and admiration. The risk he puts himself in - just in the line of work for a day. While I wait there were several occasions when large rolling wakes tossed the boat up and down, I feared, on top of him hard! I asked him later and he said it came down on him several times but it pushes him away. He had a small cut on his cheek, but no other injuries I could see. He did not complain.

Back into the harbor for her bath. We used a mild soap and mitt washed her from bow to stern. Dropped the dinghy into the water so Larry could reach her unreachables. This was a big day for our lady. Chamois dried and beautiful. My Captain dropped me to the bus were, tired from the work, I promptly got on the wrong one and rode it way up in the hills around PV. Rattled me some but I figured it had to come back where it started from eventually. I saw many more parts of the city this way so it was a happy mistake. By the time I reached the villa on Republica De chile I was beat. Chips, salsa, fruit - shower and bed. Think I'm getting a sore throat. It was a good tired.

I set out to my bus behind the grocery store two blocks down from the homestead. The plan, meet Larry at the Marina Vallarta so I caught the bus baring the same. At Breathless, Larry is waiting. The deck chairs we left out the day before are neatly put away and Capitan Lauro is ready to "set sail" - although no sail today. Engine is running. Off we go with me positioned on deck between the bow and the front glass so I can see and hear my orders. We glide out the harbor without incidence past what seems like hundreds of boats - big and small. I'm still not sure of the plan but it doesn't seem to matter. We're moving and that makes me happy. We set anchor out in the harbor letting out 200 feet of chain. It won't hold, Captain has me stand at the controls and put the boat into reverse following his signals. We get her to settle in and stop moving. Perfecto! He gets out the air compressor, yellow air hose with mouth piece, flippers and mask. The next thing, Larry is telling me he will be scrapping the boat with a "spatula", he says it so cute. He tied this to a rope and then to his arm. He builds another stair for himself to go up the ladder after he is done today by hanging a deck rope, loop end down below the bottom rung, like a horse saddle stirrup so he can lift himself out. Very clever.
My instructions are to mind the gauges for the generator. 50 for oil pressure, 160-180 for temp. Anything changes or if the boat begins to shift I'm am to shut off the generator. He will
know by the sound that it is time to come up. We mark two points on land visually to make note of there distance from each other. If that changes we are moving and the anchor didn't hold. Now we are out in the bay where there is boat traffic of all kinds, jetties, and shallows so watching the depth finder was also important. This was exhilarating and a little challenging to this new comer but I felt up to the task.
Under water for over an hour! This man is strong and tireless. He worked around every section of the boat scrapping and cleaning her hull. I am so very proud of his abilities! It is a trade I feel deserves much praise and admiration. The risk he puts himself in - just in the line of work for a day. While I wait there were several occasions when large rolling wakes tossed the boat up and down, I feared, on top of him hard! I asked him later and he said it came down on him several times but it pushes him away. He had a small cut on his cheek, but no other injuries I could see. He did not complain.
Back into the harbor for her bath. We used a mild soap and mitt washed her from bow to stern. Dropped the dinghy into the water so Larry could reach her unreachables. This was a big day for our lady. Chamois dried and beautiful. My Captain dropped me to the bus were, tired from the work, I promptly got on the wrong one and rode it way up in the hills around PV. Rattled me some but I figured it had to come back where it started from eventually. I saw many more parts of the city this way so it was a happy mistake. By the time I reached the villa on Republica De chile I was beat. Chips, salsa, fruit - shower and bed. Think I'm getting a sore throat. It was a good tired. 

