I guess this post is a long time coming. I lost my domain name, because I forgot to renew it. Don’t worry though we got it back! So here it is.
Just before Christmas in 2011 my friend Mitch approached me. He had a sailboat in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. He said that he had sailed the coastline of Mexico a lot and wanted to sail his boat to Hawaii, so he could check out the islands there. I love the idea of doing the things the old explorers did. I jumped at the opportunity to sail across the ocean.
As we left Mexico, it was an awesome feeling to be carried by the sails. We slowly watched as land disappeared into the horizon. We each took a turn at the helm.
Towards the end of the first day the sea sickness started to kick in. It was alright though. As we sailed we were greeted by dolphins swimming in front of the boat. We even saw a whale in the distance.
The next morning was an eerie feeling, as there was now sign of land anywhere. The ocean was calm and there was no wind. I’m not sure how many days past after that. At one point I was sleeping and we were in some pretty rough water, when a case of chunky soup on the shelf above broke and the all cans landed right on my head. This was the beginning of the end for me.
Besides dented cans of soup, we were having other problems with the boat. We decided it would be best to head for the small Volcanic island of San Benedicto. There we could have shelter from the waves and re-evaluate our plan.
There were a few scuba diving tour boats that came to the Island. Apparently it’s a world class diving sight. Lots of sharks, manta rays, and other wildlife. We could see the manta rays from the surface.
I still wasn’t feeling well. The sea sickness never really left. I wonder now if I had a concussion from my head injury. I felt like I needed to turn back. Mitch and Brad, his brother, were determined to carry on. I asked one of the scuba tour boats if I could catch a ride with them back to Mexico. Unfortunately, they were planning on visiting The Island of Socorro, a Mexican military base was there and they didn’t want anybody on board that was not on the manifest of the ship. I guess they have a problem with human smuggling in this part of the world.
I asked another boat, but they said they were full and didn’t have space for me. Meanwhile, we were making preparations and were about to set sail that night. I convinced Mitch and Brad to stay the night and to leave first thing in the morning. This way we would be well rested.
In the morning we arose to find the first tour boat had returned. They reported that they ran into bad weather and they had to turn back. Scuba diving wouldn’t be possible near Socorro. I asked again if I would be able to come back with them. The captain said ok and I boarded their boat.
The scuba tour boat made one more stop at Roca Portida Island and then headed back to Cabo San Lucas.
You can read what happened to Mitch and Brad here