Showing posts with label Chiapas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chiapas. Show all posts

Friday, May 2, 2014

San Cristobal de Las Casas - April 20 - 26, 2014



After living in Mexico for the bulk of the last three years it sometimes doesn't feel all that "different" to us. But we have recently visited parts of country that make us feel like travelers again. Warning - we're pretty enthusiastic about our most recent inland trip, so this is a loooong post!  

One of our visits was to the city of Oaxaca which we'll talk about in a "flashback" post. The most recent was to San Cristobal de Las Casas (pronounced: Chris-TOH-bahl) in the mountains of Chiapas. One of the reasons we're so enthusiastic about San Cristobal is its climate (average high temp in April is 74 degrees vs. 90 degrees at the coast)!  

But there's much more to San Cristobal than wearing sweaters.


Getting There


The trip between Tapachula (the first class bus station nearest Marina Chiapas) and San Cristobal is 330 kilometers (220 miles) according to tourist agency charts. A more accurate measurement is that it's either a nine-and-a-half hour or a seven-and-a-half hour bus ride, depending on the route. The company that runs the first class service between Tapachula and San Cristobal is OCC, and it routes along either (a) the relatively poor roads following the often mountainous border with Guatamala or (b) the new, well-paved cuotas (toll roads) around Tuxtla Gutierrez (the state capital) and on to less well-paved but flat roads along the coast of Chiapas.  

We traveled each route by accident because we chose our bus based on seat availability without any knowledge of the various routes (research, research, research). Note to self: take the cuota route next time - even at the huge additional expense of $5.50 USD!  For those that want to see the countryside at the border, keep in mind that Dramamine might make that route more comfortable for certain tummy-sensitive travelers.

Before the bus left each station along each route OCC staff took a video of each rider. We didn't want to think about why they might need our picture . . . we just tried to look like ourselves in case either our relatives or the U.S. Government needed to confirm our identify. 

Each trip included non-stop "entertainment" - mostly children's movies at high volume. Bring earplugs if you hope to sleep before midnight (when the movies mercifully were turned off). The seats reclined and there was a functioning restroom on board. 

There were no restaurant stops.  "Food" and "drink" (chips, cookies and sugary soft drinks) were offered for sale at each bus station by someone who brought a basket of zero nutrition on board. Note to self: take some real food along on the next bus trip.

The longer, winding border route included more military checkpoint stops than the cuota route. Each inspection included a walk-through by one soldier and a brief check of a few (apparently randomly chosen) carry-on bags. No checked baggage was searched. We guessed that this meant the check was for illegal immigrants rather than contraband. 

And both rides got us where we were going within a half hour of the scheduled arrival time! 


Being There



If you have ever been to Cusco, Kathmandu, or Ubud you will probably find San Cristobal de Las Casas familiar.  It's a backpacker hangout with lots of opportunities to buy tchotchke from traditionally dressed women and children that from time-to-time engage in uncomfortably aggressive sales techniques. Molly finally bought some little tetra paks of chocolate milk to hand to sales-children when she said "no, gracias". It made her feel better about not buying things she didn't want.


This makes San Cristobal sound unpleasant - but if one can deal with the "rich outsider" guilt that such places often bring up it's a great place for a visit. There are lots of interesting museums, a fascinating culture to learn about, beautiful textiles and jewelry (not necessarily those sold on the street), lovely hotels, wonderful coffee houses, a great wine and tapas bar (La VIna de Baccoand some good restaurants. And did we mention you get to wear sweaters there?  


The Maya Influence


The Maya have tenaciously hung on to their language and many aspects of their culture despite almost 500 years of Spanish-culture domination. In San Cristobal one third of the population is indigenous - mostly of the Tzotzil and Tzetzal ethnic groups -- and a large portion of that population is bi-lingual (their native language and Spanish). Others are uni-lingual in their indigenous language. 

We learned a little bit about this complex cultural group during our stay in San Cristobal by visiting local museums and some local villages that act, for outsiders, as living museums:

Museo de la Medicina Maya: One of the enduring legacies of the Maya is their use of plants for medicinal purposes.  The Museum for Maya Medicine is not only a museum but a pharmacy 


Bryce Buying Mosquito Deterrent 

Cures

Drying Room

and the home of the Organization of Indigenous Doctors.




Much in Maya medicine depends on the reading of the patient's pulse, which is what is taking place in the picture on the organization's sign.

The museum also has a fascinating video (dubbed in English if you ask) showing the traditional method of giving birth, which appears to be awkward in the extreme. The mother kneels, facing the father, who is seated in a chair. She clings to him and he holds her up while the midwife, who is behind the mother, places a cloth around the mother's middle and gently squeezes. The child is caught behind the mother by the midwife. 

The midwife then cleans the baby and makes sure that his or her soul is protected from evil eye. The midwife also advises the mother on what to eat and not eat over the next several months. Avocado will apparently cause a male baby's penis to swell. No report on what it does to female babies.  

Museo Na Bolom:  This museum is the former house of archaeologist Frans Blom (originally Danish) and anthropologist Gertrude (Trudy) Blom (originally German). This fascinating couple settled in Chiapas and championed the Lacandon indigenous group, thought to be one of the most direct links to the ancient Maya. Their former house in now a research center, a hostel open to indigenous people traveling through San Cristobal de las Casas and archaeologists and anthropologists working in the area, and a hotel open to visitors to the area. 

Na Bolom (Tzozil for "House of the Jaguar") is an interesting and lovely place:


Courtyard at Na Bolom

Art in One of the Rooms at Na Bolom
   
and had we known about it as a hotel, we would have considered staying there. 

One of our memories of Na Bolom will be that while we were there the (almost daily) afternoon rain turned to hail!  


Frozen Rain - A Novelty For The Crew of Abracadabra!

Museo de Textiles del Mundo Maya:  Another museum that introduced us to the Maya was a textile museum. It was a beautifully done museum. It included several videos showing the use of the traditional back-strap loom, and the textiles were arranged by type and location.  Many of the pieces were attributed to the weaver, which is not always the case when the art of indigenous people is displayed. 


Drawers To Protect Fragile Pieces




After viewing the beautiful, handcrafted fabrics and clothing in the museum the prices of the beautiful handcrafted pieces in the adjacent shop are not so shocking. And the tourist items in the open air market on the streets surrounding the museum (likely not handcrafted) were put into perspective. Molly vows that someday when she has access to a table worthy of the handcrafted fabrics in the museum shop she'll return with her credit card!  


Traditional Towns

We took a day trip to a couple of smaller towns nearby that are semi-autonomous political entities occupied and governed by the Tzotzil people. We toured with the Escudo Jaguar tour company and highly recommend the culturally-sensitive tour they provided.

San Juan Chamula: Our first destination was the Tzotzil village of San Juan Chamula. San Juan Chamula is a communally farmed area that looks quite prosperous. Some of the houses are very large and well maintained, and the fields surrounding the town are quite lush.



              San Juan Chamula - Religion: San Juan Chamula's place on the tourist map is due to the type of "Traditional Catholicism" practiced there. "Traditional Catholicism" is the term currently being used to refer to the blend of indigenous and Catholic traditions practiced by a large portion of the Maya in this area. In our very short observation the religion practiced in San Juan Chamula appears to be a blend of shamanism and Catholicism - heavy on the shamanism.  

Taking pictures is prohibited in the local traditional catholic church. Visitors are warned that their cameras are subject to confiscation if they violate this prohibition.  



The Outside of the Church at San Juan Chamula

So here is our attempt to paint a word picture of what we saw: 

The church is dark and filled with the eye-stinging fragrant smoke of burning copal (a resin incense). The floor is covered with pine needles (and somewhat slippery as a result), the smell of which mingles with the smell of copal. It's very crowded, but there are no pews; everyone is either standing or kneeling.  

Around the sides of the church are statutes of various Catholic saints, all of which are inside boxes with glass covers. The saints' garments have mirrors on them. We are told that this is to catch the sunlight when they are paraded around town on festival days. The saints are segregated - male saints on one wall, mostly female on the other.

At the front of the church, behind what would be the alter in a "Rule of God Catholic Church" (as some refer to the church overseen by the Pope) is a statue of St. John the Baptist. The only statue of Jesus is to his right hand. We were told that the local population revers the Baptist over Jesus of Nazareth.

Around the church are various groups of worshipers, all kneeling before various numbers and colors of candles on the floor. Some have grouped their candles before a particular saint-in-the-box. We are told that the number and colors of candles relate to what the shaman has determined is necessary to achieve the worshiper's needs; curing an ailment, warding off the evil eye, or preparing for a birth; these seem to be among the primary purposes for visits to the church.


Color and Size of Candles Are Significant
And yes, all those blazing candles did make us wonder if they changed the pine needles on the floor daily . . . or had a fire extinguisher hidden in a corner somewhere.

From time-to-time someone will drizzle a "holy drink" among the candles. This drink is usually posh, a beverage distilled from sugar cane (which doesn't taste nearly as good a rum) or Coca-Cola. Coca-Cola is apparently less expensive to use than posh and thus a popular "holy drink"How the Coca-Cola company got the religious franchise in this area is unclear, but we heard the following amusing and plausible sounding story: A shaman was visiting San Cristobal de las Casas (the big city) one day in the 1950's and fell faint. Someone gave him a coca-cola to drink and it was so effective in reviving his spirit that he decided it was as good as posh as a holy drink. Sugar and caffeine - what's not holy about that? 

Also on the floor are eggs. A curandero or curandera a (healing man or woman) often uses eggs as a diagnostic tool. He or she will rub the egg on the body of the patient. When the egg is cracked open the shaman is able to see things that diagnose the patient's problem or help prepare the patient for an upcoming birth, much like reading tea leaves.  

On the day of our visit there were not just eggs - a chicken that was being dispatched in the interest of curing. We were told that, after being waved over the patent/worshiper, the diagnostic chicken would be cooked and eaten. This isn't simply a case of waste not, want not; the chicken helps to cure the very problem she was used to identify. 

We appreciated the fact that our guide was vigilant about asking tourists that lingered too long to move away from the people engaged in religious activity. He reminded us that it's first a living community, and only then a living museum.

As we were preparing to leave a group of worshipers, lead by a religious leader (more information on that below) arrived, playing instruments and singing. They were led to the front of the church by the leader. We did not stay to watch them. None of the other worshipers seemed to pay them any heed.  

And among all of this, about twice a month, comes a priest to hold a mass before the alter. That must be an interesting job.

Each saint-in-a-box is kept in good order (cleaned, clothes washed and pressed) by a male "religious leader" who, according to our guide, serves a one-year term. The MQs for the position are that he be married (proving the importance of women in the culture we were told), that he feel the call, and that he wait his term on the waiting list of men interested in a "religious leader" position. We forgot to ask if the application was saint-specific. The religious leaders are different than the shamans and curanderos, they serve in a more administrative capacity.

While serving, the religious leader lives in a house that includes a small one-room shrine. Pictures inside the shrine weren't permitted. 

The Outside Path To The Religious Leader's House

Our word picture:  The room is small, and there are only two windows. It is overwhelmed by a large platform topped by greenery and surrounded by flowers. This is the platform on which the applicable saint statute will be placed and carried about town on festival days.  In front of the platform copal is burning, and candles are also burning in animistic clay holders. There are plastic bottles of posh against one wall. The religious leader is not present - he does not meet with visitors that are not there for religious purposes. His cute daughter came in and out to stare at us occasionally.

During the religious leader's one year term he is given the right to run a store in which he sells posh and candles. This assists in meeting his costs of office - replacing flowers and greenery around the saint's platform, keeping the saint statute clean, and repairing and cleaning the saint's clothing. 


The Former Church and Graveyard
(White Crosses for Children; Black for Adults; Blue for Youths)

               San Juan Chamula - Clothing: The various Maya communities can be identified by their traditional clothing.  Even in a traditional village like San Juan Chamula most of the young men wear the traditional garb of Mexico - jeans and t-shirts. But many of the women and some older men favor traditional dress. For women this includes a black wool skirt that, at the risk of being culturally insensitive looked to us a little like "fun fur" (Molly had a beige "fun fur" coat in high school -- which probably says more about her taste in clothing than the traditional clothing of San Juan Chamula). Apparently it takes ages to create one of these bulky, shaggy skirts.

Again, photos of individuals are frowned upon. So here's a photo of some dolls dressed in traditional Tzotzil dress: 

Black Wool Skirt for Women; White Wool Tunic (Under the Serape) For Men

Skirt On The Hoof

               San Juan Chamula - Government: San Juan Chamula has a unique autonomous status in Mexico. State and Federal officials have little control over the area, which is governed by a ruling body made up of and elected by male residents. Our guide explained that this male-voters-only idea is inconsistent with the Mexican Constitution, but is permitted in order to help preserve the Maya culture. He tried valiantly to justify this . . . but we just kept thinking of Japanese islanders clubbing baby seals. Some cultural practices deserve to be changed.

Again - no pictures of these individuals are permitted. Below Bryce poses next to a statute of a San Juan Chamula leader holding the staff of office and wearing the colorful hat worn during festivals. .


Men Men Men Men Men. . .

San Juan Chamula's Main Square

Sadly, the Traditional Catholics of San Juan Chamula, have not only excluded women from community governance, in the interest of preserving their cultural heritage they have been unwilling to allow freedom of religious expression within their jurisdiction. Several decades ago several thousand ethnic Tzotzils were exiled from San Juan Chamula because of their adherence to either "Word of God" Catholicism or Protestantism (Mormons and Pentecostals are active among the Maya). Because San Juan Chamula isn't just a religious community, but a communal farming community, the exiled were not just "excommunicated" religiously. They were economically disenfranchised.  These exiles now live in or around San Cristoal de las Casas, many of them wearing their former community's traditional clothing and work in the itinerant retail trade. 

In San Juan Chamula the jail sentence for a first offence is three days, regardless of the crime; a third violation results in exile (a new meaning to "three strikes . . . "). As a result, we are told, few people engage in petty crime more than once or twice. Unfortunately, because this sentencing practice doesn't vary according to offense, it has on occasion lead to vigilante justice for more serious crimes. We were told a fairly grizzly story of the hanging and burning of a man accused of rape. And what happens to people with substance abuse problems - do they get exiled and left without any family support? Clearly it's not a perfect system - but then, none are.

               So . . . our take-away from San Juan Chamula:  San Juan Chamula is an interesting place, but aspects of the isolated culture are rigid and exclusionary. Perhaps the old saw "A nice place to visit, but we wouldn't want to live there . . ." applies for us. We also felt a little odd that the culture itself was such a tourist attraction. Visiting San Juan Chamula was much like going to Amish Country or the floating islands of Lake Titicaca in Peru.  One wonders what it's like at home - do the women slip into jeans; do the men crack open a beer and talk about how it's so much better to drink while watching a futbol game than that posh stuff? We're outsiders - we'll never know.  

Zinacantan:  The next stop on our tour was Zinacantan, another Tzotzil community. Unlike San Juan Chamula photographs aren't just not prohibited - they're encouraged for a price.


Ten Pesos For A Picture

The traditional clothing in Zinacantan is happier and prettier than that of San Juan Chamula. Everyone is decorated in beautiful flowers (see above).  The economy in this town is also communal, but rather than growing produce, they grow flowers. There are miles of plastic greenhouses at the outskirts of town.

Flowers appear to be a better paying business than produce, as the houses in Zinacantan are, on the whole, larger and more colorful.


House in Zinacantan

Another Zinacantan House
The church in Zinacantan was more "Catholic" and less "traditional" - there were pews, the usual stations of the cross, and an alter focused on Jesus of Nazareth and his mother, etc..  But at the front of the church knelt an elderly woman in traditional dress, rocking back and forth in front of a blazing group of candles and chanting something in her indigenous language. Clearly not the Catholic church in your average California neighborhood.

Next to the church is a building that, from the outside looks like a second church, and from the inside looks like a meeting hall. In the center is a large wooden table, surrounded by chairs. This is the meeting place for the religious leaders of Zinacantan.  On the wall is a Christmas light display that plays the same carol over and over and over.  

In Zinacantan we visited the home of a local family, which doubled as their tourist boutique. 


Colorful Wares For Sale Zinacantan
The home was more than a point of sale. It was truly the family home, including the family's home shrine:

A Zinacantan Home Shrine

We were shown a traditional method of cooking tortillas - which were delicious, very dense and corn flavored.

Delicious Tortillas

Though we expect that the more frequently used kitchen is similar to those we've seen in other prosperous villages throughout Mexico - containing a small stove and refrigerator. 

Our take-away of Zacantan is that it looked like a more relaxed and pleasant place to live than San Juan Chamula. 

San Cristobal

Hotels: In addition to being a good place to learn a bit about the Maya, San Cristobal is lovely and interesting as a Spanish colonial town. It is the home to dozens of very nice hotels, including the two we stayed in - Hotel Diego de Mazariegos 


Courtyard Hotel Diego de Mazariegos

and Casa de Los Arcangeles. We found both on the internet and changed only when we decided to stay two additional nights and found that the Hotel Diego de Mazariegos didn't have any rooms available in our price range. 

Sadly we are still working through a billing problem at the Casa de Los Arcangeles which didn't honor our prepayment through Hoteles.com. And early on our first morning there we learned that the restaurant kitchen was being remodeled . . . directly behind our headboard! So we'd recommend the Hotel Diego de Mazariegos over the Casa de Los Arcangeles. And if we don't get our double payment problem fixed through Hoteles.com we're going to become those grumpy internet complainers on Travelocity.

Mexico, 1989: In many ways San Cristobal struck us as the Mexico we once knew. Its side streets are full of hand-made things that the expanding Mexican middle class no longer purchases. They prefer and can afford new, machine-made items from Walmart. 

Cooking Stoves Made From Recycled Cans
    
And there's a knife sharpener that travels door-to-door in the restaurant district:


Knives Need Sharpening?

Coffee: Chiapas is famous for its coffee and San Cristobal is full of coffee houses, many of which have spectacular desserts to take with that delicious coffee (Captain Bryce's favorite is called "Oh, La La")

There's even a coffee museum - Museo del Cafe which became one of our favorite places for breakfast. It's not only a coffee house and museum that explains the history of coffee production in Chiapas (from foreign investment, to government ownership, to small private fincas) - it's a meeting place for coffee growers and buyers.

Business Meeting at the Museo del Cafe

An interesting coffee fact from the museum: of the 283 growers in Chiapas, 200 are farms of less than two hectares. [If you're like us and have no idea what a hectare is - it's 2.47 acres.] So - very small farms.

Perhaps that's why there's a market for these small roasters made on a side-street in San Cristobal:


Hmmm . . . Can We Get One Aboard?

Amber: The thing to buy in San Cristobal is amber. It's mined in Chiapas and it's lovely.  And yes, there's a museum about that, too.  Molly got a lovely pair of amber and silver earrings with matching pendant because she deserves them . . . and we couldn't afford to get the amber sunglasses on display at the museum. 

How Glamorous Are These?!
We didn't even get to the jade museum.  Next time.

Music and Theater: Music was everywhere - because it's Mexico. There was a marimba band competition in the central square one night and we enjoyed watching people dance to the contestants' offerings. We went to a very techie production about Pakal, one of the leaders of the famous Maya site at Palenque.  We didn't even get t Palenque, which is near the state of Yucatan. Just think how long this post would be if we had!  

And because this post is long, we'll spare you discussions about the meals we enjoyed.  

See You There?


Don't miss San Cristobal if you have any interest in the Maya or southern Mexico in general. If you go, you just might see us back there - drinking coffee and eating pastries at Oh, La La or sipping a great Mexican Temporanillo at La VIna de Bacco!  

Friday, April 18, 2014

Puerto Chiapas -- Beyond The Safe Line -- April 13 - 15, 2014

Checking and Double Checking


We stayed in Marina Chahue (pronounced "Cha-HWEY") in one of the nine Bahias de Huatulco for over two weeks. On March 31, our friend and fellow sailor Bob Romano joined us directly from a week vacationing with his wife at the splooshy time-share they own in Puerto Vallarta. We can only imagine Bob's culture/weather shock on exchanging an air-conditioned two bedroom suite with pool and nearby restaurants for life aboard Abracadabra. He may have missed the chocolate on his pillow at night -- but only until he realized that on Abracadabra it would have melted into a little chocolate puddle . . .

During our stay at Marina Chahue we caught up on some blog posts and committed some acts of tourism (more on that in a separate post).  But mostly we checked the weather. We checked Buoy Weather. We checked Predict Wind. We looked at Gribfiles. We even found new sites to check. [For a totally cool view of the wind blowing through your neighborhood see: http://earth.nullschool.net.]  


The reason for all this checking is that our next passage included crossing the Golfo de Tehuantepec -- a passage that worries all thoughtful cruisers who venture to and from Central America. The Golfo is on the Pacific side of the Isthmus of Tehuantepec, the narrow (125 mile) band of land between the Gulf of Mexico and the Pacific. On the isthmus the Sierra Madre de Oaxaca stop and the Sierra Madre de Chiapas don't rise for about 75 miles. In this gap the isthmus is flat and, to quote the author of several cruising and weather guides, Cpt. Patricia Rains: 


"That's where the wind funnels through." 



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Where The Wind Funnels Through

When there's activity in the Gulf of Mexico or the Caribbean it can really funnel through. So much so that the wind has been given it's own name: a Tehuano or to many cruisers, a "T-pecker".  A Tehuano in full force will fan out from the town of Salina Cruz on the north shore of the Golfo (about 60 miles east of Marina Chahue) for several hundred miles into the Pacific. A Tehuano can have sustained force of 60 knots and create a sea state of 25 feet or higher. A Tehuano is not to be taken lightly.

So - before taking off on the 240 mile long journey around the Golfo we wanted to make sure we would be able to do so between Tehuano events. 

As you may have gathered from prior posts, calculating how fast Abracadabra can travel over an extended distance is not an exact science. She can motor at about five knots, if there's no heading current or swells. In some winds she sails six knots; in others, two; in others, not at all. Add to this calculation the fact that over the last three months her engine has begun to consume oil at an unfortunate rate, exhibit low oil pressure and smoke. All signs of advanced age. We rolled all this information around - and decided to gamble on being to make an average of four knots, either under sail or by motor. 

Eventually all of the weather predictions showed a window of at least 50 hours between Tehuano events (most more, none less). An average speed of four knots would see us at the far side of the gulf and out of the heavy wind area before this window closed.  So - it was time to go.


The Crossing

The safest approach to crossing the Gulfo is to creep around the shore rather than go directly across. In fact, many recommend staying at the 30-foot depth line, which is quite close to shore - the "one foot on the beach" approach. The thinking behind this recommendation is that if a Tehuano starts to howl one can anchor on the (then) windward shore and ride it out. 

In light of our clear, if short, weather window, we decided to take the "modified one foot on the beach" approach in order to avoid a couple of shoals and to sail more of the trip to spare the ancient engine. We traveled between six and 20 miles off shore: 


The Modified One Foot Method

We left at 11:00 on Sunday, motoring, Captain and Chief Mechanic Bryce adding oil to the engine after four motor hours, a practice he maintained throughout the passage. We were aided by a strong current in our favor. Around 17:00 the winds built enough to let us sail at or faster than our four knot number. We sailed for five hours with the main and spinnaker. We usually take the spinnaker down for night sails because it is hard to gybe and furl in the dark, but there was a full moon and it was like sailing at dusk, so we were able to leave the finickity sail up until the wind was too strong for it. Around 23:00 we furled the spinnaker and sailed with the jib instead. 

At around 01:00 we passed Salina Cruz (see the third waypoint on the chart above) -- historically the heart of Tehuano activity. 

Around 02:00 the wind began to drop and we began to experience a counter current of one and a half knots, causing us to slow below our four knot average. We continued to sail as we were making around three knots and had hopes for higher wind near dawn. Around 05:00 the wind did rise to a respectable 16 or 17 knots, but the counter current was joined by a swell pattern against us, and we were still making less than our 4 knot average. 

At 10:45, despite our concerns about the health of the engine and our desire to sail we realized that, unless we motored we weren't going to make it to the "safe line" (a point after which Tehuano activity has historically been relatively slight) within the predicted weather window. So, despite the fact that Abracadabra was moving smoothly through the water, and the sea was so calm that it was hard to believe any bad weather could be on the horizon . . .  we switched on the beast and started meeting our four knot production number. 

The gulf was eerily empty during most of our trip but at about 13:00 on Monday afternoon we were approached by a panga occupied by three fishermen and a pile of recently dead sharks.  Bryce was off watch and resting below. Bob and Molly struggled to understand what the fishermen were saying. It didn't help that their motors were louder than Abracadabra's little 33-hp diesel. Whatever they were saying had to do with food, but didn't appear to be the usual offer to sell fish. Just as Molly began to understand that they were asking for food for themselves the panga-generated surf splashing into Abracadabra's port-side ports woke Bryce from his nap. He was able to confirm that these poor guys had been out fishing for two days, had run out of food and were really, really hungry! Molly went below and began digging through the food lockers trying to find food that didn't require any preparation before consuming.  We tossed them a plastic bag containing a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. The poor guys were so hungry that, after thanking us profusely and offering a weather report, they motored only a few feet away and began chowing down. Their weather prediction was that the next Tehuano event wasn't going to happen until Tuesday night.

We were initially happy to get an updated prediction that gave us a few more hours of calm weather - until one of us suggested it might not be a good idea to rely on three guys who hadn't planned ahead to bring sufficient food to work. So we motored on.

Around midnight we reached the "safe line" - the part of the gulf that conventional wisdom considers outside the arc of most Tehuanos. We hadn't realized quite how tense we had become until we reached something that we (rightly or wrongly) had decided to consider a "safer" zone.  We were then able to enjoy something that Bob's wife Kathy had told us about - a "red moon".


Red Moon Party

We were all up at 02:30 Tuesday morning to watch a total eclipse of the moon that we had heard would cause the moon to look red. And it did. Because our cameras were too wimpy to capture the event, here's a picture from Wikipedia:



We had a great time watching the movement of the shadow the earth cast across the moon through the binoculars. Though more than one of us had a pretty sore neck the next day! 


Marina Chiapas

Happily the heading current dissipated during Monday night and the wind came up around 07:45 on Tuesday. We were able to sail the last seven hours of the trip - making well above our four knot average even though we no longer needed to. 

And we picked up a radio weather broadcast from the Capitan de Puerto of Chiapas.  The prediction was for sustained winds of 110 kilometers per hour (60+ knots) and six meter (20+ feet) seas. Soooo glad to be beyond the "safe line" and, really, it was just a prediction. 

We arrived at Marina Chiapas at 15:45 and after tying up and checking in we headed directly to the marina restaurant for a beer and some nachos. Bryce got called back to the boat to meet with the Capitan de Puerto so his dedicated crew saved him from cold nachos and ate them all. They did send his beer back to be held in the refrigerator. .  . . .  

While checking Abracadabra into Chiapas, the Capitan de Puerto told Bryce how lucky we had been. The port at Salina Cruz had been closed the day before as a result of -- sustained winds of over 60 knots and seas over 6 meters.     

Whew.  Like life, sailing really IS all about timing . . .