The first condition of understanding a
Foreign country is to smell it.
|Left of the lagoon's outlet|
|Lagoon had four foot high outflow 2 weeks ago - now dry!|
|Right of the lagoon's outlet|
The one night we spent getting here would represent approximately only 1/30th of an actual crossing to the Marquises. Although we may one day do it ourselves, we are content to live that dream vicariously by listening to our friends via radio each night or reading their updated blogs.
Two pens in the background where they grow black pearls
Unfortunately Chamela’s population, somewhat like the majority of the people in Matanchén Bay who are used to catering to Mexican tourists, are not warm to Americans. We do not spend much time here and head only a few miles south to one of the islands in the bay. Pajarera or Aviary Island is part of a National Park System and left mostly untouched by growth and civilization. We watched about 6-8 types (to our untrained eyes) of birds fly, nest, land, roost, preen, sing, fight for territory, warm themselves up, or hunt from giant multi-armed cacti who have become white at the tips from all the guano they drop. The cacti are already top heavy from so many arms reaching towards the sky from a lone trunk; adding dozens of large birds on them seem to defy the laws of gravity and we do notice a few cacti toppled over. When we glide near the island in our kayaks, we can spot many birds within the leafless tree branches, once back at our sailboat, only 300 feet away, they’ve all disappeared, blending so well within their environment.
|On our way to Pajarera Island - beautiful blue waters - Looking at Isla Novilla|
|Rock archway SW of Isla Pajarera|
|Find the right passage to get out of here...|
Although we can see some homes on the mainland from this island based anchorage, it feels remote and tranquil. We have seen no pangas or fishermen or tourists for the time we were there. What a change from the hubbub of Banderas Bay for 3+ months! We have not yet found good beach-combing on the mainland side; the Sea of Cortez spoiled us…
|Swell, small landing, kayaks, rough landscape covered with cacti|
|Cactus covered rocks - very safe environment for birds|
We just heard the news that our new grandson has arrived. Liam is welcomed into this world. From the plans of the three kids, this should be our last grandchild. Nikki turned 10 in April and Marie-France is also older…