After contacting Marina de La Paz on Monday morning we were finally assigned a slip. Turns out we're in the same slip we vacated two months ago. Quijote is back in her old familiar spot. She spent the holidays here turning into a barnicle garden while the crew flew home.
As luck would have it, a diver was cleaning the hull on the boat next to us when we arrived. I asked him to do our hull when he finished with theirs, so that was a chore quickly dispatched. Even better it was half the price I was led to expect.
Another gentleman approached me to see if he could do some work for us. The hull below the toe rail and above the water line desperately needed waxing, so I asked him for a price to do that. Eighty dollars. Long pause. Each side. Pause. Your materials. We each had just enough of each other's language to muddle through a negotiation. In the end I paid him his eighty bucks, and a twenty four a tip, but for both sides with his materials, which is probably what we was angling for. Still, after sharing the effort of washing the boat with him beforehand, it took him and his son more than a couple hours to do the job and they did good work. Hence the tip. It was work I was glad not to have to do.
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