The world is now coming around to its normal course. I have not experienced the Mal de Mer since the last episode. This a good thing. My migraine headache has been subdued with Advil and a strong cup of coffee. The coffee was laced with powdered milk and a good sized shot of Kaluah. I was told the Kaluah was necessary because we were in the lower latitudes. I did not argue. I have also given up my position as sole regent of the galley. Rich cooked up the rest of the Dorado and Tuna with Terryaki and lime. It was fabulous. I, as the Queen of the Galley, have now happily stepped aside for the excellent meals of El Captain. I also like the fact that he complies with the rule of cleaning up the ensuing mess that results from such culinary creativity. I then do the final inspection of the galley and wipe it down and put things away so I will be able to find them later. I learned that the hard way... I had to try to flip some of the morning pancakes with 2 knives and it was not pretty.

We will be heading to the beach later today. We have learned the secret about going thru the channel past the sand bar not quite the easy way yesterday. We hit 18 inches of water and got out of the dingy to walk the rest of the way.... The sand bar quickly disappeared and we were chest deep in water trying to shuffle the dingy across the open water to the steep sand bank 20 feet away. The going was slow due to the fact we could not lift our feet to walk properly because we did not want to step on any sting rays that inhabit the bay. The beach was littered with clam shells and a few sand dollars. Rich and I walked down the beach but we could not go too far off the beaten path as he forgot his shoes. Before we headed back to the boat we took the dingy into the nearby mangroves. I have never seen anything like it except on the Jungle Boat ride at Disneyland. There was not overhead growth but all along the edges there was thick growth down into the water. The fish were jumping out of the water but not high enough to land into the dingy. Heading back out we could more easily see the channel to avoid another dingy walk. The trick was to time the incoming groups of waves and go in between the sets...Yes, that is the trick, unless you have an itchy throttle hand. Rich should have waited a little longer. We crashed thru 2 waves, caught some air, and then dropped our jaws as we saw the largest wave yet bearing down on us. We could have possibly turned back but Rich instead gunned the motor and raced the breaking wave. I held on for dear life, saying prayers in midair. We crossed the oncoming wave just before it crashed into the dingy. The grin on his face was evidence that we survived and he was having the time of his life. I might opt to take a ponga into shore next time. Rich is at the Captain's meeting/rum tasting at this time so the panga is really looking good.

Update on the water--or lack of.... Rich confessed that he had a one gallon shower. That was before we found the most recent split water hose. This time we only lost 5-6 inches of water off the top of the tank. We will still be fine but El Captain will not longer be able to take clandestine showers without being caught. I bought some salt water soap and I will be jumping off the side of the boat later today. I hope the soap works and I hope that the quart of water I get will get the salt out of my hair or I will be itchy all the way to Cabo.