Nancy and Diane Quiriconi, relaxing in the cockpit prior to departure from Cabo San Lucas.


Mike Quiriconi enjoying a relaxing morning in Cabo.


Sailing fast, from Cabo to Banderas Bay.
We had 2 full days of glorious sailing conditions.


Anchored at Punta de Mita, our first stop in Banderas Bay.


The beach at Punta de Mita. Kurt enjoyed an Octopus a la diabla (hot!)
dinner in one of these palapas.


A tired out crew member on the beach at Punta de Mita . . .


. . . and her husband.


The little village at Punta de Mita.


A street scene in Puerto Vallarta (also in Banderas Bay).


One of the many beautiful parks in Puerto Vallarta.


In one of these parks, there appeared to be at least 30 homeless cats.
If you stopped to pet one, soon you'd have cats swarming all around you.


Another one of the many beautiful streets in Puerto Vallarta.


This is where we moored our boat for a week at Paradise Village Marina
in Nuevo Vallarta (just west of Puerto Vallarta).


One of the many pools we had access to while tied up at Paradise Village.


Some of the grounds at Paradise Village.
By the way, this is where we will be moored again for two weeks
in late February as we prepare for our trip to the South Pacific.


And yet, one more pool at Paradise Village.


Heading into "the jungle" at Tenacatita.


And deeper into "the jungle".


Ooooooh. And deeper still.


The skipper LOVES "the jungle".


Some other cruisers heading into the heart of darkness.


When we got to the end of "the jungle" we found a bunch of palapas
that served good, cheap fish and shrimp meals and gave you free shots
of Mezcal (a sort of home-brew Tequila).


Gumbo Ya-Ya, laying at anchor in Bahia Tenacatita.


Sunrise in Bahia Tenacatita.


A volcano erupting in Bahia Manzanillo.


Actually, it was this power plant, hidden behind the mountains that created the "volcano".


Even though Korum, our webmaster says "No more photos of dolphins!,"
here are some spinner dolphins swimming with us on our way out of Manzanillo.


Sunset in the esturary at Lazaro Cardenas.


A local fisherman, using a casting net, in Zihuatanejo Bay.


Gumbo Ya-Ya hosted the first of a series of weekly dinghy raft-ups.
These are late afternoon get-togethers where everyone arrives in their dinghy
along with an hors d' ouvre to share and a drink to consume. The dinghies all tie up to
one of the anchored boats (in this case, Gumbo) and get to know each other. Lots o fun!


Every Mexican town has a zocalo, or town square.
This is the one in Zihuatanejo, which is transformed nightly into a basketball court,
a disco, a food circus or some sort of fiesta.


This is one of the main streets in Zihuatanejo.
As you can see, this is a charming town with cobblestone streets
and lots of restaurants, bars, and gift shops. But, unlike Puerto Vallarta or
Cabo San Lucas, there are no high rise resorts.


One night we attended a presentation of Mexican dances.
These high school kids did dances that were appropriate to each Mexican state.


Another one of the Mexican dances.


The Zihuatanejo anchorage at dusk.


And here's the anchorage again.
But this time, at dark with fireworks being shot off from the zocalo.
There's no OSHA here. Fireworks were being shot off in all directions including
at the boats and directly into the spectator crowd.


Another view of the zocalo.
This time the party was for the 50th anniversary of Zihuatanejo.
We were surprised, even after having visited Z-town twice before,
that this town is only 50 years old - younger than US!


Fire dancers in the zocalo.


A local cruising boat we saw while anchored at Isla Grande,
6 miles North of Zihuatanejo.