Christmas / New Year in Mazatlan

Pulmonias are open taxis unique to Mazatlan.  You understand the name, “pneumonias”, when you’ve ridden in one at 45 mph.  You also end up looking like Bridget Jones on her ‘Mini Break’, as you can see from our disheveled and shell-shocked state.

Seat belts schmeat belts.

The malecon and bay in Mazatlan as seen at 45mph from a speeding pulmonia.

Three or four paragliders would add to the beauty of the bay at any one time.

Racing towards Valentino’s nightclub with its spectacular view of Mazatlan’s bay.

The bustling market.

Barbie’s new boyfriend, Jorge Ramirez Sanchez, as seen at the market.

Candy vendor with a pulmonia outside the market.

The closest we got to a white Christmas in Mazatlan.

How to buy goods in a fabric store:  First choose your merchandise or have your fabric cut.  A clerk will then write your payment slip and put your items in a bucket.

Next you line up to pay for your merchandise and get a receipt.

Then you line up to get your items from the bucket that has since been transferred to the collection station.

Then you are ready to celebrate Mardi Gras.

Mazatlan is up there with Brazil in its celebration of Carnival.

Cathedral façade.

Altar with flashing lights.

The Cathedral in Old Town Mazatlan

Nico cleaning up the environment with his “Leo Strut”.

Best wishes from Cathedral Square.

Christmas in Cathedral Square.

International brands hijacking the holiday.

Old Town Mazatlan

Theater Square in Old Town Mazatlan.

Theater Square in Old Mazatlan

Colonial architecture and a pulmonia.

Amid the hubbub of the market and Cathedral Squares this little gem by the restored theater is lovely and calm.

Decidedly bored guardian angel roof top ornament.

Charming streets like this one are gradually being restored around the theater square.  Unfortunately we made the mistake of wandering down the deserted streets, making us a prime target for a pair of motor cycle thieves.  Luckily no one was hurt and they made off with minimal loot.  We were very touched by the restaurant owner who sat us down and plied us with sodas.

“Your call is very important to us”.

Two of the numerous cats inhabiting Marina Mazatlan and nurtured by the cruisers.

A pleasant cycle ride from Marina Mazatlan takes you to a beautiful beach and a coffee hangout called “The Looney Bean”.

Many marinas in Mexico are served by local entrepreneurs, who bring vegetables and tamales to the marina.  When you don’t have transport, this is a wonderful service.  In Marina Mazatlan the vegetable man comes 3 mornings per week in a truck loaded with fresh fruit, vegetables, bread and eggs.  He also has tamales made by his wife.  These are a very environmentally friendly meal, as they come wrapped in a beautiful corn leaf bundle.  Shredded meat and vegetables are enclosed in a corn meal paste and steamed in the leaf bundles.

Water, water everywhere.  First you cart 19 liter water bottles five at a time down the dock and haul them up on deck.

Then you lower each one by rope into the sail locker.

Then you pour them one by one into the inlet located in the starboard head.  78…79…80!

Nico and his new best friend, Lily, borrowed from Ensueno.

Nico’s fear of dogs has been cured by the number of sweet-natured dogs he has met on boats.  Generally we have found that boat dogs reflect their owners and we made instant friends with Lily’s owner’s, Ralph and Joanne, on Ensueno.

We celebrated New Year’s Eve with new friends, Ralph and Joanne, from Ensueno.  They shared wine from their nephew’s winery, “Klinker Brick”, and Guatemalan coffee roasted by their son.  They had also most generously given us rides to seek out batteries and provisions.

The sun goes down on2010 over the bay in Mazatlan.  At midnight there were fireworks all along the beach front.  At the same time amplified music erupted from the local nightclub and continued till dawn.

Fresh, warm beignets.

New Year’s Day spread

New Year’s Day brunch on deck

Ken

Clare

Matthew

Drew

Isabelle

Nico

Farewell to the Christmas tree for another year.  The ghost of Christmas past hangs in the background.