EnsenadaHola, mi amigos. Como esta usted ? El barco de vela es bueno y nos vamous mucho gusto. (You didn’t expect English, did you?) In Ensenada, Mexican checking-in procedures truly are efficient. Only TWO hours for Tom in one small building and then Martin Pengelly and Pam passed Immigration, Customs, Harbour Captain and the Bank! The trip to Ensenada was part motor and sail to arrive at Baja Naval Marina and Boatyard--the most clean and organized yard we’ve ever seen. No wonder the mega power and sail yachts were there. If we had known about the quality of this yard, we would have hauled the boat here rather than in Vancouver. Best of all, everyday the workers stopped mid-day after lunch and played volleyball for an hour. Isn’t this something we should do during our work days by taking a ‘real” break? The central plaza had the military band practising every night playing the same tunes. They kept their automatic rifles strapped to their backs while they played either drums, tubas or trumpets. On the malecon just off the marina, families strolled in the evening while several streets up, the tourists were hustled. A very unique place from San Diego, we began to appreciate a different culture.
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