Mazatlan – a whole new world

The crossing to Mazatlan from La Paz was brutal. We motored for 20 hours in flat seas and the predicted wind just never came.

Lazy dayz

Well in fact we did find out later that a good 20 knots of wind was out there, just 12 hours behind us. Damn. We had picked up a hitchhiker in La Paz – Semi from Barcelona, who was riding his bike from Alaska to Panama. He didn’t say a whole lot but probably found the crossing a bit dull too.

Semi – our cool hitchiker

We anchored in the harbour in Mazatlan the first night and quickly realized that wasn’t going to work for us. There was nowhere to take Kyber to shore, except the breakwater, the water was too murky and gross for swimming and the sewage treatment plant was stinking up the water. We did however feel like we had been transported to a different country. Gone were the desert hills and cacti that we had come to know and in there place were palm trees and humidity. The smells were different too – the smell of big cities mixed with wood burning fires.  We ended up heading to the Marinas, 8 miles north and planted ourselves at the Marina/Resort El Cid.

Like a bird… on a wire

Oh my…