For those of you who were there, you’ll find this story painful in a “what were we thinking?” kind of way. For those of you who own a place in Chonchos, you’ll find this story instructive. For those of you who are neither, consider this just another amusing-from-a-far day in our Mexican “resort.”
A bit of context first. Boats are everything to us Choncho-ites. Most everything and everyone comes to us via boat. The twice a day arrival of the water taxi is treated exactly like “the plane, the plane!” from Fantasy Island, as we all run down from our palapas to greet any new arrivals and to help unload their stuff. We all watch the condition of the water like a New Yorker wakes up in the morning and turns on the weather report. Rough seas, it’s going to be a bad day. Calm waters and its a piece of cake.
This past Tuesday John, Chonchos’ El Jefe, arranged to have his boat pick up a load of stuff from PV. It was a big and assorted load: four mattresses, a couple of solar panels, batteries, solar controlers, at least two hot water heaters, two new propane tanks, two cases of wine, and a bunch of other “necessities” of island life. It took the boat crew all morning to load the stuff in PV and the boat didn’t arrive at Chonchos until 1:00PM. By that time, the calm sea of the morning had turned rougher.
I can think of better team-building exercises than trying to off-load a boat in the surf, but a team we became. Well, perhaps more of a motley crew, but a crew none the less. Next time we’re going to have a reverse gear, use the mule, and rig up a pulley system. Clearly brawn over brains doesn’t work.