Arriving in La Paz, we called each marina in turn and were duely ignored. That was no surprise as this country is largely Catholic and it is Sunday. Thankfully we were able to shoehorn our way into the anchorage. After settling in, a gentleman in a ketch called over that we might have crossed our anchor rode over his. He was very friendly about it - hails from Prince Rupert. He'll be here "a while" though, so if we find a marina that will take us in the next day or two, we should be out of his way by the time he needs to pull his anchor up.
Another concern is that the current through this anchorage gets up to three knots back and forth as the tide ebbs and flows. Boats at anchor here do what they call the "La Paz Waltz." That's not a problem if they all Waltz together. So far they have, but we haven't been here long. As the wind and current have shifted over the last several hours, the ketch has moved from fifty yards abeam to a position thirty yards astern of us. That's closer than I'd like, but not so close as to make me move the anchor. Yet. Besides, if I give myself more room from him, I take away room from someone else. And that person might not be so friendly. The gentleman in the ketch might not be very friendly either if we remove paint from his hull. I just hope we don't find ourselves moving the anchor in the middle of the night. High tide comes at midnight, so it might be worth setting my alarm and poking my head up for a quick look around that time. Or maybe... it's a good time to delegate!
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