Alas, November has arrived and we are on the move again…
Margaret drove us to the airport and we boarded WestJet once again for trip to Phoenix. This time, it was a rather bumpy ride, but we arrived on schedule, collected our luggage and took a cab directly to the Tufesa Bus station. We generally take the evening bus, The Executivo Class with comfy lazy boy type seats, but unfortunately ridership must be down, and the executivo was cancelled today, so we just took the next available bus…which is still a very comfortable ride. We thought we were going to have company all the way to Guaymas when David & Stella from s/v Morning Star boarded the bus. Unfortunately, by the time we reached Tuscon, they had to get off the bus and call an ambulance to take Stella to the hospital. We found out when they finally arrived in San Carlos, over a week later, that Stella had a severe case of food poisioning caused from eating at a Steak House in Phoenix.
As soon as we reached Mexican border, we had the bus driver show us where to go to get our Tourist Visas. Didn’t want a repeat of last years ocurance at the immigration office. It was very easy to get the visa here at the border, you fill out the paper work yourself, and you can pay in the same place, no running to the bank and back again. It was all done in 10 minutes, and when we got back to the bus, we were told just to get aboard, no need to take the luggage off and press the button. Don’t know if anyone had to press the button, or if maybe the bus driver got a green light for all of us. In any case, it all was very easy and smooth and we were back on our way again.
It was still dark when we arrived in Guaymas, so we stayed at the bus depot for a breakfast of coffee and granola bars, then took a taxi to San Carlos. When we arrived at the yard, Reuben, the night security guard, recognized us and let us walk thru the work yard to find Prairie SeaShell. Unfortunately she was not in there, guess she was still in dry storage. Reuben said he would contact the office for us, as soon as it opened at 8:00am. Meantime, Martine, the tractor operator, arrived and he contacted the office for us. Unfortunately both of the people we e-mailed to have the boat moved from dry storage to the work yard no longer work for Marna San Carlos, so no one got our message. Finally, it was arranged to move us first thing in the morning, but they did get one of the yard guys to drive us into the storage yard so we could put our suitcases on board. The good news is that Don’s brother Bill and wife Judy had arrived the night before, and we were able to spend the day with them in their trailer.
Now, when we arrived at the office the next day, we discovered that their idea of ”first thing” was going to be 11:30,so, OK, we’ll go for breakfast ! When we returned at ll:30, they told us they were having problems with the trailer, and were fixing it right now so they could move us at 1:00.
So, we toured around San Carlos a bit, went for a walk along the beach, 
got some groceries, and finally by afternoon, we were finally un-packing and washing off many layers of red desert dust and bird poop !
got some groceries, and finally by afternoon, we were finally un-packing and washing off many layers of red desert dust and bird poop !
Evening found us back at Bill’s trailer for supper of chuleta ahumada (smoked pork chops) and we got Judy hooked up with a WiFi antenna.
