When we finally entered the harbor at Puerto Morelos, we were just about wiped out. There are frequently long days when we are sailing, but when you combine a long day with really rough weather, you reach the limit of your ability to have fun. We had planned to anchor in front of the town as we had earlier in the year, but the winds were screaming, the waves were big even in the harbor, and we were pooped. So I called Marina El Cid Cancun on the VHF and asked if they could accommodate us. They said they would find space. When we pulled in towards the docks, there were four marina staff waiting to help with our lines. They knew the wind was howling, and I guess they figured we could likely use all the help they had to offer. Quickly secured, we began to relax.
A few hours after we pulled in, I got a call on the VHF from friends Mark, Amy, and their 4 year old son, Robert, on a Beneteau 461, “Calpurnia”. We had met them while in Puerto Aventuras, and at that time realized they had also been in Rio Dulce at the same time as us. We often heard them on the morning VHF Net when they, like us, both gave and sought help and information. They departed PA a few hours after us and had the misfortune of bearing the brunt of that day’s winds. Their trip had been worse than ours, but here we are, safe, sound, and happy, knowing we would not be dealing with the next morning’s forecast winds lying to our anchor.
Robert was only nine months old when he moved onto Calpurnia, and he is four now. He sailed with his Mom and Dad up to Alaska, back down the west coast of the US and Central America, and through the Panama Canal. He is a bright outgoing boy, well adjusted to his surroundings, and thrilled to meet new people and new adventures. Being with him brought back lots of memories of cruising with our kids when they were that age.
Marina El Cid Cancun is one of the finest facilities we have ever visited. The property is an RCI Gold Resort, and here you will find every possible sort of tropical entertainment. It is a huge family-owned resort complex, and they also have sister properties in Cozumel and Mazatlan. You lack for nothing, and I highly recommend the marina as they go well above and beyond to make your stay just perfect.
Both Mark and I had read that we could definitely clear into Mexico at Puerto Morelos. It is a big shipping center and a ferry terminal for Cozumel, so we packed up all the necessary paperwork and headed out for town the next morning. We decided to walk the beach as it would keep Robert entertained on the trip there. There was only one thing wrong with our plan; when we got to the port, there were very tall fences with barbed wire all around, and we could go no further. We had to backtrack, then pick our way through mangroves and the backyard of a waterfront walled-in property. Just another experience.
Once up on the street, we found our way to the Port Captain’s office. No, he didn’t want to see us, couldn’t check us in, and really had no idea what we needed. So we left. Amy and I stood there wondering when the gendarmes would show up to haul us away. After all, a man in an official looking car had stopped us earlier, told us to see the port captain first, then see him as he would help us out. We disappeared; probably the best thing.
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