Near the Water

Yesterday we'd hoped to visit an archaeological site about 18 kilometers north of Merida, but when we arrived we found the museum was closed on Mondays. The entry fees to the ruins are the biggest tickets around and so we decided we'd try another day when the museum (reputed to be very good) was open. Instead we drove to the coast, another 30 km. north. Rather than watch the tourists on the beach, we gravitated to the fishing fleet. The pilot was very good at maneuvering that unwieldy vessel through the rafted boats right up to the dock. When we sailed, docking was my personal nightmare, but these guys made it look easy.



Kent wouldn't eat fish for lunch after this.



And what had to be a fisherman's washing in a village near the docks. I think the clothes line supports are the best.