North to Bahia Banderas

Heading out of the harbor past a giant RO-RO that would later overtake us.

Looking back at the yacht club where we had stayed

The city center

Bayside villas

Sailing out of the bay

Isabelle became the expert dolphin photographer

Dolphin by the bow

Breaking the surface

Racing in front of the bow.

Under the bow

Leaping

Coming into Zihuatanejo bay at dawn.  The town gets nicknames Z-What or Z-town.

Vendor balancing her wares on her head.

Fishermen hand casting

Ironbarque anchored in the bay

Our neighbors

Walking through the pangas after beaching the dinghy

Pangas on the beach

Creative use for recycled jeans and T-shirts

Waterside restaurants

Handpainted wares

Signature of the artist, we bought some of his wares.

Walking along the shoreline

Not quite the Little Mermaid but she held Nico's attention.

Walk along the shoreline

A galleon laden with silks was sunk by William Dampier (of Australian fame) and the clothes washed up on this shore, giving the beach the name Playa Ropa.

Playa Ropa with paragliders ready to take off

Nico and Bella heading into the surf

Father and son aloft

Beach bowling takes on a new meaning

Nico participates in human bowling on a soap sudded bowling alley on the beach.

Nico the Dude

Bella among the crowds

Isabelle channeling a bowling ball

Bella channeling Leo

Basket seller on the beach

Our beach hangout

Loading marinated meats on the skewer

Ken and Clare had a special dinner at La Casa que Canta, so called because of the sounds of the waves shooting up between the rocks below.

The view from the bar

We were able to radio the kids on the boat below.

Joyriders being pulled behind a speed boat

Breads and dips and sweet potato chips

Clare got very nervous about two young boys rowing an inflatable all the way from Playa Ropa.

She got so concerned that she radioed Matthew to go out to them in the dinghy.  He found that they were not small boys but two teenagers who resented the implication that they would need any help!

Sunset over the bay with Ironbarque second from left

Ironbarque to the right

The restaurant terrace

Terrace lit up

Dessert duo

The anchorage at Isla Ixtapa

The boys tried their hand at jet-skiing

The boys head out through the marked off channel.

Ixtapa Island beach on Easter Sunday

Food preparation on the island, where all the fish and all the staff arrive in pangas for the day.

The southern side of the island is completely different.  It is only a minute’s walk to cross but the beach is made of bleached coral and the water is crystal blue.  Groups of people were carried out via boogie board to snorkel in the protected waters.

Nico and Isabelle had endless fun in the strong swirling water in the protected pool.  Huge fish could be see without goggles swimming around the rocks

The pool was alternately a washing machine and a calm pool

It’s Leo again

Instead of a menu they show you what’s on it!

Pineapple juice anyone?

The bay and the beach emptied out and we were visited by the owner of The Siete Mares restaurant, who lives on the island and invited us to a special private dinner at his restaurant. 

We came ashore by dinghy with only the votive candle on the beach shrine to guide us.  With flashlights we made our way around the cliff side till we came across our table lit by a candle and surrounded by votives

Romantic diners

Lili, the restaurant owner’s wife, who cooked our meal.  For the right to live on the island the restaurant owner must maintain the palm trees around it.  This involves carting water over from the mainland

Easter cinnamon wreath for breakfast the next day

Exiting the bay at Ixtapa Island , heading north towards Barra Navidad

Traffic off Lazaro Cardenas

This was a particularly busy night off Lazaro Cardenas.  We just had to sit tight as ships passed us and each other with only a mile or so distance.  The blue trails are their paths.

Two ships passing each other beside us

Cabin fever and the effects of life on a heel

Manzanillo lies behind that hill.

Panga in Punta Carrizal

Bahia Carrizal, a calm and quiet anchorage.

The Mexican Government grants licenses for palapa operators in return for them planting and watering palms or hardy trees. On the hillside in Carrizal there was evidence of this activity but it seemed to have been abandoned.

The happy captain

The colourful palapa lined beach front at Bahia Navidad. The channel is NOT the advertised 15' in depth.

The rocks that guard the entrance to Tenacatita from the south are best given a wide birth. We saw static breaking waves at least a nautical mile off.

Sunset on Tenacatita....

and dawn the next morning as we readied to weigh anchor for La Cruz.

Iguana rock is best given a wide birth as there are rumors of a submerged rock next to it. We did not come close enough to test the hypothesis. The error on our electrical charts for the position of the rock was at least three quarters of a nautical mile.

That's Bella taking us out.

Dead calm at dawn as we enter Bahia Banderas.