The day dawned with more chaos struggling to get RD into Ixtapa Marina. In the morning they told me the marina was closed for dredging. When I told them I as in distress they disclosed that the marina is open for one hour each day – from one to two pm. Initially the port captain promised me panga support, but they had a change of heart and a staff change at noon and rescinded their promise. And invited me to go away. I continued using the magic word, “distress” and asserting that I was going to sail in and repeated my request for panga support. The conversation ended when the unsympathetic dock master said as sharply as she could:
Do not sail in here; it is dangerous.
For reasons unknown to me I was undaunted.
I sailed through the swells and made several turns (beam to downwind and back to beam reach) and to my pleasant surprise found several staff and friends at the dock waiting for my arrival. I furled the genoa in time to be an easy “catch.” It was a near-perfect downwind landing; and another no scratch day.
So RD is “made fast” at the end dock I’ve been single handing and up for about 60 hours with only naps for sleep. Success trumps adversity once again. Or is it better to be lucky than good? Once in awhile you need both.
As I thanked my welcoming party, I noticed that sweat, dry throat, relief, gratitude and a bit pride mixed in equal emotions.
I found the best diesel mechanic in North America: Abel was his name.
When I recovered, this is what Ixtapa began to look like.