Feb 29 Yolapa
Phase I: heaven on earth (or close to it).
The day began as heaven on earth. Lisa, David and I arrived at Yolapa Bay about 1:30 pm and after some negotiation with the presumed owner took a mooring ball, and then hustled to shore. It’s a lovely walk across the Resort Beach and up an inlet into the real Yolapa, the one that the locals inhabit. At the end of a 1/2 mile path is the larger of two waterfalls, and Lisa and I took a dip.
I let tons of water pound on my head — like one giant natural shower. Talk about bringing forth the child within you! What in the world can do that more naturally than 100 feet of cascading cool water pounding large droplets of water over your head?
Phase II: hell on earth (on the same day): When we walked back Lisa and David decided to continue on to the other waterfall and I felt dismissed with a curt “we’ll find you.” They did not. I felt confirmed by my intuition that it was not a good omen for the sustainability of the team. It escalated into a conflict centered around Captain and Crew. And to make a long, painful story brief, David and then Lisa got off RD in La Cruz. Sadness has overwhelmed me, but I hold it to be for the greater good — although no one else would agree.
A friend later observed: “when things on a boat fall apart, it’s not the sailing; it’s the people who screw it up”. I have not fully fleshed out a day of dramatic infamy. Nor have I offered “the opposition” equal time to tell their side of the story. However I can assure readers you will find the two interpretations so diverse as to not be recognizable as the same event,
If three adults living on a small boat in paradise can’t get along in peace and harmony, is there any hope for humanity?