La Cruz
Most of Jangada’s electrics are still not working. We managed to scavenge a depth sounder and a VHF radio, but still have no autopilot, wind instruments or refrigerator. But we’d had enough of hanging out in ‘Paradise Village’ (‘they paved paradise, and put up a parking lot’…) so we cast off the mooring lines and took our lightning-damaged craft on a little jaunt up the coast to La Cruz. As we left Nuevo Vallarta a whale spouted and showed off his huge tail fluke a few hundred feet away. Birds flew in single line formation low over the waves. The sun shone. It felt good to be out on the water. This is, after all, what we came here for, not to spend day after day messing around with melted marine electronics.