Cell Phone Protocol

I was responding to a thread on Facebook about a kid and her parent’s cell-phone. One of the parents mentioned they copy-cat-ed the protocol for their kids.

Here it is:

  • Call in every hour.
    • (No answer from parents? Come home.)
  • Call in before you go inside someones house.
    • (No answer from parents? Come home.)
      There is no calling from their phone. It happens from the radio.
  • Call in before your change the plans you told us about.
    • (No answer from parents? Come home.)
  • If the parents call you from the radio and we don’t hear a reply we’ll wait .00001 seconds before getting into the truck to find you. If this happens then you and the bike go into the truck and come home.

The above now works with radio being replaced by VHF and bike replaced with dinghy. (If I have to swim to find you I’ma gonna be pissed!)

We also have the cell phone protocol:

  • The cell phone is for DAD’s convenience. Not yours.
  • If the cell phone does not work for some reason then I’ll just cancel the service, why pay for something that does not work?
  • The last 20% of the battery belongs to DAD, not you. 20% is the new zero. (India is REALLY fast at finding a charger/turning off apps at 21%)
  • We get your passcode.. (period)
  • We can, at any time ‘become you’ on your social media things.
    • (note: I only do this when India is there, usually while we are waiting for something and she is not being social with us. I assume the role of her and talk to her friends in the goofiest ways. I end the very confused conversation with a selfie of her and I. The selfie tells everyone that her account was not hacked and that, at any time, it might be her dad you are talking to.

Earning his kibble…

A few nights ago Keely exited to the boat to venture up to the ladies room. She left quickly, shutting the door behind her to keep the mosquitoes and no-see-ums at bay. Rover began barking in alarm. He was not pleased. I tried to reason with him. “Keely will be back soon to take you for your evening stroll,” I said soothingly. He wasn’t buying it.

I opened the door and stepped through the companionway and glanced around the cockpit. Under the cockpit table, staring up at me was a possum. It looked something like this:

The common possum. (Not the actual possum)

Its beady little eyes peered straight into my soul as we both froze, unsure what to do next. Rover made his move. He flew past me as I lunged for the safety of the door. Under the table he went, his terrier instincts driving him to flush the animal out of hiding. The possum bolted onto the deck, off the boat, across the dock and into the water with Rover on his tail.

Rover spent a good twenty minutes covering every inch of the deck, looking under every cushion, sniffing around the bikes, patrolling the fore-deck and the surrounding dock to make sure Mr. Beady Eyes didn’t return or leave behind any friends.

He was a good dog. Yesterday he celebrated.

Rover resting next to his new rawhide bone after a celebratory chew.

It has been awhile…

Ryan brought to my attention he was the only one posting anything new on the blog. I admit I taken to brief updates on Facebook and Instagram and have been largely ignoring this blog. There are several posts which I have started but get overwhelmed quickly when looking at all the events that have transpired and places we have been between now and my last post.

We left La Paz on December 1st and have since traveled to Bahia de Los Muertos, Mazatlan, Isla Isabela, Matanchen, San Blas, La Cruz, Nuevo Vallarta, Yelapa, Puerto Vallarta, Chamela, Tenacatita, Barra de Navidad, Zihuatanejo, Acapulco, Huatulco and Puerto Madero. This equals approximately 1400 nautical miles of travel with a few stops of several weeks in between.

Between La Paz and Puerto Vallarta we were surrounded by friends. For Christmas, we had a potluck on the dock in Puerto Vallarta. One New Year’s Eve there was a spectacular firework’s display on the beach at Paradise Village in Nuevo Vallarta. Friends came to visit us from Seattle and Keely’s parents spent some time in Zihuatanejo. Ryan traveled for work when we were in Nuevo Vallarta, Barra de Navidad and Zihuatanejo. In Nuevo Vallarta we started having to say goodbye to friends as everyone started to head their separate ways.

Wednesday morning we made it to Puerto Madero and tied to the dock in Marina Chiapas. This is the last port in Mexico. We arrived at 1:30AM after an uneventful Tehuantepec crossing. In Mexico this is the most formal port we have entered. We had to hail the Port Captain to enter the port and were met at the marina for help to our slip. The marina called the Navy who showed up at 7:30AM to inspect the boat. For the first time, we were boarded. The check in went quickly. They asked for all of the usual paperwork and sent a drug dog around for a quick sniff.

Next week Ryan has to go north again. When he gets back we are planning on doing a brief land trip to Guatemala. There are many boats ahead of us in the Panama Posse and a few behind us. We are hoping some friends will catch up to us soon.

India and Keely standing in the ruins of the church made famous by Longfellow’s poem, The Bells of San Blas.

Mai Tai, Three Quarter Time and Waponi Woo on the dock in La Cruz for our Christmas potluck.

Ryan on the beach in Tenacatita.

The main street in Barra de Navidad. This is a pretty typical street in the smaller towns.

Work-Tenacatita

Internet

WiFi = There is a small bar or something with open wifi. This would be great but every other cruiser in the anchorage appears to know this secret. We witnessed 7mbps/768kbps. Standard DSL in the states.

3G = Telcel: It is pretty bad. We are able do do basic browsing. I’ll be using the KVH tomorrow for work.

Voice

Ugh. Pretty bad.

Airport and Airport Transport

I did not need to go out to the airport so I have no information. We will be going to Barra de Navidad next as I have to fly north from there. Funny thing, the airport is north of there so we have to pass by it going south. I was tempted, for just a minute, to have India land me on shore in the dinghy so I could run across the runway parallel to the ocean. That thought stopped as I considered Mexican prison.

Other

The town across the bay, La Manzanilla, is 15 minutes away by dinghy across the bay. 3G service, very few cafes or other places with wifi.

Work-Chamela

Internet

WiFi = There was NONE. Tiny town.

4G = Telcel: We saw 50mbps down and 50mbps up. Seriously. It was freaking awesome. It was smoother than my office.

Voice

I used Skype for Business as that is what my company uses. People thought I was state-side!

Airport and Airport Transport

I did not need to go out to the airport so I have no information.

Other

 

Avoid the beach-side restaurants here. They will impact your ability to work. Scuba-Jazz however.. whoa! Go every night!

Work-La Cruz

Internet

La Cruz: WiFi = the WORST – Used my KVH IN THE MARINA. No 4G
Paradise Village:  Pretty decent during the day. At night everyone is going crazy on Netflix so it slows down a bit. Cost is $25 for 2 weeks of unlimited 4mbps down and 2mbps up. We normally saw 1.5mbps. 

Voice

La Cruz: Calls barely worked on 3G. Used the KVH for phone calls.
Paradise Village: Reasonable service on 4G

 

Airport and Airport Transport

 

PVR airport is a tourist airport. When I landed I walked through customs and went to what looked like the taxi stand. The person at the stand asked where I was going and then proceeded to try to sell me a timeshare. WTF?! I walked away.

The cost from PVR to La Cruz was 750 Pesos. This 30 minute ride cost 1/2 the 3.5 hour ride from Mantachén!

Other

Uber is available in the Mexican state of Jalisco (where Puerto Vallarta proper is at) but NOT in Nayarit (where La Cruz and Paradise Village are at). This results in expensive cab rides TO Puerto Vallarta. Once you are in Puerto Vallarta proper you can get Uber back.

Uber fares are generally 1/2 the cost of a cab. Most drivers speak english and are pretty savvy.

Your Uber driver will be nervous when taking you from Puerto Vallarta as it is not legal there and there have been reports of Uber drivers being surrounded and their cars being trashed.