Rusty

Rusty is never eager to leave those peaceful spots he has called home for a while. But we are going south today. One more step as we wait for Layne’s tooth implants to be ready so we can leave Mexico for Central America. 

As I post this we have GANNET2 ready for the road with an oil change appointment in Manzanillo this Monday afternoon and big plans to shop Walmart and Sam’s Club.  For this we leave the perfect swimming beach! The demands of life in a Promaster.

Rusty in Key West. A bit younger but pretty much the same easy going sidekick. 

Pérula Photographed

Clothes stall outside the campground on the main drag: 

Anti-Rusty squad on patrol. I bend down to pick up a stone and they run. Actual Mexicans throw the stones to keep the dogs away. 

I’ve counted up to 20 boats in the anchorage. You hardly ever see sailors on deck or getting in the water. 

Fresh coconuts to drink: 

For sale if you dare: 

Alain washing his Honda 500. A really nice guy who loaned me an extension cord to reach the nearest  positive outlet. He likes to practice chi’s English which he had to learn when he ran a furniture factory in Quebec. He’s retired and is thinking his bike may be too big for him. No comment from me…

Coastal views from the RV park: 

I like to walk the main drag at night looking for patches of light. I also take food to some dogs who don’t look well cared for at a house up the street. 

One well cared for idle dog:

Banana trees just like Key West: 

A two second exposure with my camera balanced on the sea wall: