Pichilingue to Mazatlán
Ferry Crossing Adventure
From afar it seems like Minneapolis has calmed slightly--some welcome news and we hope it is not a false sense. Can’t let the guard down yet, these folks are not to be trusted. Congrats on the resistance, Minnesota! Nice to see the head guy Bovino, (“Pee wee German”) get the jack-boot. Now let’s see if they can get the rest of the cosplaying small-penis-brigade to respect the law and constitution. We all want a secure, safe country--There has to be a better way.
So I said I was done posting, thanks to those who reached out and said I should rethink that. It is nice to know that folks are enjoying the posts. I will take it one day at a time. I just don’t want to be tone deaf to the gravity of the situation in the US. So some days no, some days yes. I hope more yes than no. (Go ahead and call me out if you think I’m making the wrong call here.)
I thought I’d post about a unique adventure we just went through. We are currently south of Mazatlan--on the mainland! We took an industrial ferry across the Sea of Cortez to get here and it was quite the experience. NOT a pleasure cruise. Primarily suited for semi-trucks, the ferry does allow campers onboard, and let us stay in the van. It’s about a 20 hour ordeal, all in. And we basically were industrial cargo, with hundreds of semis.
And we basically were industrial cargo, with hundreds of semis.
We did have a spot on the side but things are packed so tightly that you have to turn sideways between semi trailers to walk--and some are close enough together that you can’t even do that! I had to crawl under semis to get from A to B.
We started to load at 3PM, and disembarked the ship at about 11:30AM the next day. During which time . . . Axel refused to pee. We walked him past plenty of truck tires, usually a favored target for dogs, but alas. Can report he is fine--after we got off he peed for 30 seconds straight! AHHHHH.
They had dinner and breakfast in a small unappointed lounge area--this is a boat full of truckers pretty much. They would let you get food, sit down, and eat it--then they would immediately tell you to leave! They only had a small amount of room so no time for dilly-dallying (or whatever you’d call that in Spanish). Done? Get out!
We settled in for the night only to realize we had been parked under one of the engine heat vents. It did not smell thankfully, but the sound was like someone had a Shop-Vac by our heads--it was LOUD! So, noise cancelling headphones for us, but poor Axel just had to endure. We had him on his doggy-Trazadone so that probably helped him stay calm and sleep. It was a bit of a fitful night.
So here we are traipsing around the mainland, heading south from Mazatlan into uncharted territory for us. This may sound crazy, but wow--there are tons of Americans and Canadians (and Germans and Australians and all sorts) down here. Who knew? No one told us for all these years that this was a cool thing to do!
Stay strong, stay safe. And we’ll do the same.
