Friday, October 7, continued… After the museum, we headed back to Kosmos. We noticed that most of the piles of mud were gone, and realized that we hadn’t seen the soldiers in a few days.
In the late afternoon, it rained. There was a stunning double rainbow.
On Friday (October 7), we had lunch at Los Compadres. Just like last time, Eric ordered their signature lamb tacos. It was tender, shredded meat cooked in spices and served in tortillas. Christi and Keith ordered carne asada tacos, which was tender, shredded steak cooked with just salt and served in tortillas. The tacos were served with platters of accoutrements. Both the tacos and platters looked much the same as we had at La Huastica.
We’d found out that the museum was in a beautiful building that looked like an old plantation, which was on the street above the street that the grocery store was on.
(Thursday, October 6, continued) In the evening, we decided to continue exploring the area by heading south on Highway One. We’d only been south once, and hadn’t been paying attention as we walked.
The black sand beach was covered in debris from the storm. Here is a before and after.
We haven’t mentioned this, but there is lots of debris floating around the harbor, too. We were pretty frustrated with ourselves when we realized that the very first building to the south of the marina had an auto parts store that sold oil (in the building pictured above).
Continue readingMonday, October 3 was a TLC for Kosmos day. Eric started the day by changing the generator impeller. Then he put away all the tools from oil change and impeller change projects, and stowed extra oil containers (Santa Rosalia doesn’t have any place to dispose of used oil). Christi and Keith started washing the boat as soon as the water was turned on. However, it was already hot, and they ran out of energy halfway through.
The last time we were in Santa Rosalia, we mentioned that our dive compressor was broken. At that point in time, we’d had about a tank and a half of air onboard, and Christi had continued to used it to clean the bottom until we ran out of air, which was a few days before the hurricane. Since Christi hadn’t been able to do the bottom in almost a month, we made arrangements through the marina to hire someone to do it. He came today.
We also got the bottled water issue straightened out. It was a simple miscommunication. Normally, the deliver the water, we dump it in the tanks right then, and they take the empty bottles back. The higher number was because they thought we wanted to keep the bottles.
The next thing on the to-do list was to walk to a store that sold oxygen to see if they could fill our SCUBA tanks. The shop was on Highway 1, not far past AutoZone. Unfortunately, they couldn’t help us, and told us there was no one in town that could.
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