Where's the Dinghy Dock?
02 March 2008 | Bahia del Sol, El Salvador
Amy/ Hot- 90, sunny, breezy
This happened, oh gosh, like 3 weeks ago maybe now, but I just have to recap it.
First a bit of background, several days a week Jim or I will go to the tienda to buy eggs, fresh produce and frozen chicken, beef or chorizo. Martha also has an assortment of refridgerated sodas, beer, water, juice, a small selection of clothes and some dry goods, rice, beans, packaged items like cereal, murachan noodles, catsup, stuff like that. Anyway, because of our small fridge, we usually go about every 2 days. To get there we have to take the dinghy over to a dock at a restaurant called Mar y Sols. ( the y is pronounced ee, and it stands for "and"). The dinghy dock is on barrels since it's a floating dock and needs to go up and down with the tide. From the dock there is a ramp that goes from the dock up to the cement floor moya, pronounced, moy-a (long a). A moya are cement floored kind of like large gazebos that stand on usually cement pillars over the estuary, usually with a terracota tile roof. These moyas are used for restarurants or on private property as a gathering place.
So I'm heading to the tienda, Micah is with me this one particular day. I get to the dingy dock and notice that some men are working on the dock. It has been in need of repair, it's a harsh environment going up and down with the tides 4 x/day, plus all the bumping up and down when boats go by off and on all day. I tie up to the dock as usual, and head up the ramp. I am greeted by a caucasian couple seated at the table closest to the ramp. They say "hola" to me, and I think we're a bit taken aback when I answered "hi", instead of replying back in Spanish. The lady compliments me on our boat and we start chit chatting. Charlie and Antoinette are from California and we visited for quite a few minutes. They are here on vacation. As I get ready to head up to the tienda and tell them good-bye, I look back at the workers on the dock and notice they are untying our dinghy. I figured, no big deal, they're probably just going to move the boat, it must be in their way.
Micah and I head up to the tienda, it's about a 5minute walk, maybe a few minutes more. So we're gone for probably about 20 minutes. We get back to Mar y Sols, and Charlie and Antoinette are still seated, and as Iwalk up by them I notice the ramp is there, heading straight out flat over nothing but water! As I get a bit closer, there's our dinghy, tied to the ramp, right in the middle, the only way to get to it is on this ramp that is only tied to one cement pillar out at the end of the ramp. Antoinette says to me, "Amy, how are you going to get your boat?" I said, "I don't know." I pause for a moment and then ask them," did the workers walk on it like this?" They said "yes they did". So I tell Micah to stay on the moya, and out I head, baby step by baby step, not sure I really want to trust the one and only rope that the ramp is tied to, granted, it's still attached to the moya, but if that rope gives out, I'm getting real wet, not to mention, probably injured, definitely humiliated! Thankfully, those El Salvadorians know how to tie a good knot. But that wasn't all, we needed to get into the dinghy. Charlie helps me as I untie the knot and feed the rope under the ramp, over to the side of the moya, along the side of the moya, walking in between the tables and the cement bars along the side of the moya, where Mar y Sol's has a boat ramp. Micah goes down to the boat ramp, and I drop him the line and he holds the boat for me until I walk through the restaurant to the land end and go down the boat ramp to our dinghy. We wave good- bye to Charlie and Antoinette, thank them for helping us and off we go, back to Sunshine, laughing and talking about it and let Jim and Bridget and Jenaya know about our experience.