Yeah, I was wearing blue capri pants, you can't wear a kilt everyday!

San Jose del Cabo

I have been staying at this community center called Raices y Brazos after we left Ericks and Chris home in Gringo Hill on tuesday. Thanks again Erick and Chris for putting us up for a week, I know Dave and I really appreciate it.
Anyhow here is the link to the website:
http://raicesybrazos.com/category/sabor-de-amor/

This place is beautiful, Dave and I have been helping at the organic farm they are establishing, and I have been assisting in the organic cafe they just opened. I have been taking advantage of the studio: mediation, salsa, and yoga just to name a few.

I think Dave and I will stick around until the grand opening of the restaurant this saturday, and then the full moon party on sunday. I am considering flying back to Maryland, as I don't feel anything pulling me to stay in Mexico. I was hoping to get a ride from Arizona, but my cousin informed me that they will not have space. That or I am not welcomed my said partner of the infamous cuz. Oh well, nothing new in that part of the world.

Blah blah, talk to you soon.

RIP Easy To Grin

So, the boat is gone. Gone Gone. It drug anchor at night and washed up on the rocks. The loss I am feeling, even though it wasn't my boat... it fucking hurts. I put a lot of time and energy in that tri, and I didn't want it to end like this.

I just spent the day helping remove the remains off the beach, and the remainder snorkeling trying to find my few and precious belongings. I am left with a my ULA backpack, one trekking pole, a few tent stakes, the stove portion of my jetboil, and my sleeping bag. It could be worse, but my Wild Oasis tent, Arcterxy rain jacket, my beloved green Patagonia vest, all my thermal layers, and my cherished Thermarest Neo Air are all floating around in the Pacific. We are going back out in the morning to see if any of it comes back in with the tide. It funny that I hadn't snorkeled this whole trip, and now I am searching for the pieces of my life. At least, my hiking life. Those items kept me alive for over six months, 2,665 miles.

But I still have my life and we all walked away. We were sleeping on shore, at a friends place. What really sucks is when we got off the boat, I was going to take my entire backpack. It was calling me, and for some reason I just tossed some clothes in a smaller pack, and abandoned my duties to my gear. Somehow I think of Edward Norton... "That was not a bunch of stuff that got destroyed, it was me."

And its true, I can't survive without that gear. It was my home, my kitchen, my means of mobile existence. This shit doesn't happen in the mountains, I should have known better. :(

I told you an upbeat blog was coming your way, only not in this post. Please keep the skipper in your thoughts, he lost a lot more then I did. Sorry Dave.

Where should I start this entry? Up and downs recently, it seems that everytime I get to one of these loud in your face touristy places, I die inside. Everything is too loud, the drunk americans, street vendors, and fisherman asking if you want to go out an hook some poor fish. We spent the weekend in Cabo, because we couldn't clear customs or immigration until monday. We left Cabo San Lucas yesterday, with intention of sailing to La Paz, but we ended up 16 miles east at San Jose de Cabo. The reason, a fellow Ha-Ha 'er gave us a place to stay, and a tour of the local area. We are still in tourist heaven, but Erick who owns the house, is an old school surfer and has a really nice quaint place. We are heading out shortly to go snorkeling and surfing, the first of the trip. We were in such a rush to keep up with the Baja fleet, that we didn't get a lot of time to enjoy the sailing life style.

I am feeling a bit down and unsure of which path I should take. I have the opportunity to keep heading on from La Paz to mainland Mexico, but Easy to Grin will have to be in town for a few weeks for sail repair/upgrades. I have been traveling for 8 months or so, and I am feeling a bit worn out. I can continue on, or catch a bus up to San Diego from La Paz. From San Diego, I know of a free single speed Raleigh. My cousin Mike D is supposely driving from PA all the way to Arizona on a climbing trip. I thought a single speed bike ride to Arizona to San Diego would be trying, so I am trying to keep my options open. I know I mentioned going south to South America, but I might go home for a month or two, and rejoin the boat in El Salvador or Costa Rica. We will see.

Oh, and why can't americans cook? It seems to odd that people can't do more than make some toast. Three people, and none of them can figure out how to make potatoes? Especially after I made them potatoes numerous times, how hard is it to take a mental note? Onions, oil, garlic, salt, pepper, and add some heat, not rocket sience. I need some good vegan company, not that I really know anyone who has kept with it. :(
Ho hum

More upbeat blog to come soon, or so I hope.

Peace,
Nima, aka linus cloudbuster

Cabo!

We are in Cabo, Easy to Grin pulled in last night around 10pm, followed by a dingy ride to shore. Beers and cheapo mexican strip bars were in order. Just had some late breakfast and it is time to wander.

Viva la mexico
Nima