Ever thought about moving to a land of palms, beaches, boats and cantinas? THIS BOOK IS THE REAL DEAL
A TRUE STORY about a guy who chucks the work-a-day world in the states to sail a 50 foot ketch to Mexico to become a sailing charter skipper! Amigos, federales, ex-pats, crazy tourists, women and Mexican "partners" invade every aspect of this Mexican adventure.
From Chapter 8 ..... "Amigo . . . yuu haff muchos problemas. SÃ, es verdad, muchos problemas. Muy malo, verry bad fhor yuu, señor . . . " I bleakly, silently, stared at him. He had more to say. "I theenk, señor, that yuu maybee wheel gho to jail."
Imagine Jimmy Buffett as the first mate, Dr. Wayne Dyer as the cook, Ernest Hemingway the helmsman and Jack London as the navigator and you get a pretty good idea about the crew in the author's head who helped shape this adventure. And they all get their points of view into the story!
MORE QUOTES FROM THE BOOK
"You couldn't see the beach from my table, but you could smell it. Once in a while you could feel it and sometimes even taste the nearly liquid salt air as it gently floated across the water, languidly drifting through sporadically illuminated streets, gathering and mixing evening aromas of shrimp grilling in outdoor restaurants, perfumed women, and spilled tequila."
"After carefully applying several layers of Mazatán Oil on every inch of her available skin, I waded back from the swim-up bar, sloshing along with an Alfonso Especial in one hand and the piña colada requested by a slippery, glistening woman in the other."
"It was her last night in Mexico. Strange and unpredictable emotions often confiscate a person on their last night in a beach town in Mexico. Odds of getting in trouble are reduced to one night. Odds of returning to Mazatlán, to be able to get into trouble, loom menacingly, and settle heavily on your heart. You assess why you came, what you came from, and what you're going back to. You make decisions-secret, subtle decisions."
"Snapped to the safety line I crawled forward, clutching the rigging, and managed to wrestle the big jib down the forestay and tie it in a bundle in the bow pulpit. Ocean spray covered the entire boat, and the starboard deck was awash, buried in water to the pilothouse cabin windows. Clawing my way back to the cockpit, I glanced into Kathleen's terrified face and took the wheel from trembling hands."
"Days and nights were filled with the peaceful pursuits of anything we chose, which often was nothing at all. We drifted through sand, sun, beaches, and breezes into sunsets, dinners, and each new sunrise announcing more of the same."
"I was prepared to spend the balance of my life savings, tonight, here at the bar."
"In humble resignation, I held the dinero in my outstretched, upturned palm. "This is all the money I have for the fine."
.."....-the ladies who remarked one late morning recently that they were pretty sure they had had dinner the night before, because in the morning when they awoke they found food under their fingernails."
"My mouth went sour with the acrid taste of fear. My stomach turned in on itself. I was glad I was not standing. I had heard all the stories about Mexican jails."
Come join the odyssey of sailing to Mazatlan--dealing with Mexican "partners" negotiating tourist ladies, expats, the federales (almost being thrown into a Mexican jail), laughter, lust, love and the adventure of a lifetime.
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