Called insurance and Luis
Visit from rescue crew
Beginning to leak at 4PM
Late arrival at six and no pump on shore
Towed back 42 sea miles and raised on the Travelift
Done at eleven.
Living in the boat on slings
Bruised up, cut up from fighting the surf to launch the dinghy
No response from insurance,
Antonio gone for weekend
Heard from Ron, Gail and Danielle
Met for supper at El Toro Guero
Sunday November 4th 2018
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Trip to El Centenario with Ron, Gail and Danielle
Super at David's
Still no word from insurance. I'm living on the boat on the slings at Marina del Palmar.
Mid-morning, I heard from insurance and by the end of the day, I had the name of an adjuster, Miguel, but no time of arrival.
I walked to OXXO and bought beer and ice. On the way back, I handed a beer each to two guys working near my boat.
After a while, I needed drinking water and went looking at the nearby tiendas with no luck. On the way back to the boat with my still-empty jug, I asked one of the same guys in the marina where to buy water and he said he would get some in his car. I gave him money and when he returned later, he gave me change and would take nothing in return.
I can only speak to some of these guys in Spanish and am grateful they understand my poor attempts. No on seems offended when I butcher this musical language, but In fact, it seems appreciated and earns me respect. I only regret not having learned more Spanish sooner and better, but I am working on it daily. As with many things, there is a breakthrough point at which, success and satisfactions exceed the failures and frustration.
My feet have become worse and I started worrying I might have a general infection, so I wrote Ron and he gave me the name of the hospital -- Fidepaz -- and an English-speaking doctor. I hailed Uber and rode over, then waited an hour until he returned at five. He examined the wounds and prescribed pills and ointment.
I then rode to El Authentico Super Burrito near the marina for supper and ordered tostados. It was more than I could eat and I took the balance home on what I was told is a "plato". People are happy to correct and teach me.
I am quite uptight and binge-watched Designated Survivor until eleven to keep my mind off my fears, then went to bed. I woke around two, worrying, sat up a while, drank a beer and half, took two more Benadryl, and slept the best sleep in a while until dawn.
I announced my loss on the morning Cruceros VHF net and said I would be at coffee at the clubhouse at nine-thirty, expecting there to be some interest, some who might advise, and some who might want to take advantage of things I may discard.
Miguel, the adjuster, called around nine to say he was at Pichilinque and would arrive here in an hour or two. At that very instant I tripped over the toilet bucket I was about to take to the banos to dump and into the bilge it went. Fortunately there were no solids. That was most inauspicious. I hope that is not how the day will go.
I walked to the clubhouse and found a different group there from last time and none were much interested, but I did get a little advice.
Miguel came and spent several hours talking and looking and taking pictures. I found him comforting. He seemed to think the boat might be repaired. I can't see how, but maybe.
Again I am learning this is my emergency but a non-event or routine for everyone else. Now I must wait and find out what comes next. If I was finding life boring, it isn't now.
I'm buying nine Tecate light beers a day (98 pesos) and drinking them periodically to stay calm and to get to sleep. I am never drunk, but find them calming.
This is temporary, right???
I'm also watching video at night when I am exhausted and doubt and fear start to scratch at my door. The distraction works, but I have to wonder how these fictional characters go from catastrophe to catastrophe without any apparent despair or fright. Well, it is only fiction.
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Word at last from the insurance company. Not definite, but pointing towards repairs not the scrap yard.
I have to take my things off the boat and put them in storage. I am making sure I am in good terms with everyone here. I depend on them and may not have been too cheerful or thankful for the rescue in light of the damage which almost all came at the moments of rescue, but I have tried to stay positive and considerate. They did their best and actually did what I asked -- mostly.
I dried and sorted things out. My fresh water pump, which make water come out of taps n demand had quit. I traced the problem to a corroded wire. A junction box had been flooded and in saltwater, current flows and corrodes metals quickly. I spliced the wires and have water again. I need water for cleanup and washing.
In late afternoon, I heard grinding and when I went down later I saw they have patched the leaks in preparation to launch. They have no space on the drydock.
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Woke up at 2 AM realizing that maybe solo cruising here is wearing off and also that I find it lonely. I do like this town and the sailing, but maybe I should spend more time at the dock and around town and be less ambitious. Maybe I am getting old? Nah.
The bumps and scratches and my efforts the other days trying to save the boat say otherwise, though. I was sorting things that need washing and drying and see that I tore the ass right out of my favourite pair of shorts and the underwear, too, and did not even notice, I was so busy. I have the bruises and scrapes in that region to testify, though.
I have been extremely worried that insurance might not pay and what to do with the things on board. I could not see a clear path forward. I had met Miguel, the surveyor/investigator earlier.
He had just arrived from Acapulco and today was surprised to see him in the yard. It happens he lives here in town.
I can walk almost without pain now and am almost recovered, I think.
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I spent the morning putting things away The boat was splashed and towed to Marina Don Jose and lifted onto the hard. Miguel drove me to the airport.
The flight was pleasant. I had accidentally chosen a flight that stopped at Loreto. I'd never been ti Loreto. Loreto is a smaller town and quite beautiful, but expensive.
We lifted off again and continued on to TIJ. We disembarked on tarmac, boarded the bus and walked to the bridge. Once across, I waited well over an hour for Katrina and Kaylee.
They had left late and for them this was a new experience, driving the five to San Diego. I used to drive them around and now they are driving me. Kewl! I love these kids. They are so smart and kind.
Eventfully, they arrived and we drove back to 32 Songbird Lane.
Along the way, their music attracted my attention. It was amazing. Katrina's car is a convertible with a fantastic stereo. She uses Spotify and I am now looking into Spotify again. This is new music for me but it is good! I have to learn more.
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