Cabo San Lucas

This place, which is our last port of call has changed beyond recognition. When we used to come here in the mid-eighties, the center of town was mostly dirt roads and donkeys. Today you’ll see Range Rovers and Escolades and other exotic SUV’s. The donkeys are long gone. Too bad in a way.

Ready to Shop!

The harbor, which used to have just a few wooden fishing boats, is now home to some serious gringo gin palaces and sport boats. But with the gringo money has come improvements and plenty of opportunities for refreshment – "Bucket of beer (6) plus Chips and Salsa just $10!" A man could live happily here in “Margaritaville.”

This is the best time of year to visit the tip of the Baja California. The daytime temperature is only up to about 80, whereas in the summer it goes to well over 95, and then it’s humid too.

The ship can’t dock here and has to moor outside and use its lifeboats as tenders to ferry people to and from. But that only adds to the general air of fun. Once ashore you have to pass through the gauntlet of venders all believing that if they can just reach that zenith of performance you will want to join them in their taxis/glass-bottom boats/mystery tours or whatever. To avoid all this you have to develop what I call “dead man’s eyes.” I’ve got it down pretty well, and we were left to stroll around unhindered.


You can't fault the logic, even if you can fault the grammar


The stop in Cabo is always quite short as with 1000 miles to get back to L.A. we have to turn the engines at 2:15 to make it. The captain tells us that it’s due to rain as we get close to our home port!

We have a full day's sailing tomorrow and arrive in at about 7 a.m. on Saturday.

Tonight is another formal night and as always it will be interesting to see some people's ideas of "formal!"  It's pretty varied.