Boqueron, PR
18.01.299N
67.10.621W
Well the weather window definitely slammed shut today with winds in the anchorage at 20 kts and the swell rolling us from side to side. We've heard that the waves/swell in the Mona are now approaching 15' and the Coast Guard is broadcasting a lookout for a small sailboat overdue to arrive and a surfboard last seen heading out to sea.
We saw Darby leaving s/v Nicolino heading for town in her dinghy when it appeared to stall out. She tugged and tugged on the engine motor crank but to no avail. Dale and I jumped in ours and headed her way. When we got up to her, she threw her arms up in the air in frustration and promptly fell overboard. We grabbed her dinghy and held it for her as she crawled back in. Once back in the boat, she explained what she had done and Dale teased her that she needed to connect the fuel line to the engine to get anywhere (she had connected one end to the fuel tank but not the other end). I guess the reason I mention this at all is that it reminded me of something I had done in the Bahamas. Geri and I, being military wives, are independent women and had taken off into Marsh Harbor on our own. However, on our way back, we couldn't get the engine to start. I tugged and tugged on the crank until I was red in the face. A gentleman walked by and took pity on us and reminded me that you need to turn the switch on before anything will engage. Its all in the details!
Dale & I met up with Mike & Terri (MTNest) and walked around the little seaside town of Boqueron. It's a hopping place during the weekends, likened to Key West on Spring Break stateside. The music blared quite late into the night but we were too tired to notice for very long. Eventually we met up with Roger & Elaine (Doc-No-More) and sat outside the local establishments drinking sodas and watching the crowds pass by.
Dale and the guys headed back to the boats and gathered our information for checking in. Gate & Darby (Nicolino) told us that they had only called in using the Culebra telephone number (Culebra is an entirely different island but if it worked, we'd use it). Unfortunately, Culebra instructed us to call the local number. However, that was all it took. The guys passed the telephone around and within an hour, we were all checked in and administratively pure.
Later in the evening, Pam, Charlie and James (their crew) joined us where we had staked out a table. Then during the course of the evening, we would dart off in various directions for local delectables being sold on the street. Of course, we touted the flavors of "pinchos" and encouraged everyone to try them (barbequed meat on a stick). Pam & Charlie started telling us of their experiences down island and when we started taking notes (literally) they invited all of us over to their boat to go island by island down the chain and they would tell us whether, in their opinion, it was worth going to, crime in the area, cost, etc. We all promised to meet tomorrow and headed back to our boats.
I guess we've outgrown Spring Break. We were there for the food and what shopping bargains we could find (none).
