So much to do; so little time.

It’s Sunday morning, Diana and I are fat and round from our birria ritual at Shambhala. The weather of late has been spectacular. Temps range from the high 70s to low 80s. The seas are calm; everyone is outside to experience the wonder of our surroundings. As I have mentioned before, Sunday is local’s day here in Yelapa. Some families motor slowly in their pangas as the men/boys drag and toss hand lines while the ladies/girls adorn a vacant bench. Other couples or trios rent bright kayaks and traverse from one side of the bay to another and then back again. Even the normally active local canines are dialed back a notch. Their movements oscillate between short stints in the sun to longer stints burrowed into shaded damp sand. A few visitors have cued up to circumnavigate the bay suspended in a parachute.  Church bells have just tolled, beckoning the faithful to mass. This same group will exit within the hour; collect stray family members; fill up an ice chest and head for the beach. Strangely enough, no bells are required to announce their trek. In the interest of full disclosure, three restaurant establishments will be offering the Super Bowl game to those in need. Overall, we are a pueblo at rest.

Over the past several days, I have observed one chap who appears to be a bit of a conundrum here in Yelapa. Each day from roughly 2:00 p.m. until 6:00 p.m. this elderly gent crisscrosses the beach wagging a metal detector. This is not a recognized activity here. If it were, then any number of opportunistic local establishments would have acquired these apparatuses and offer them for rent. Trust me, such is not the case. Yet this lone soul trudges for hours seemingly drawn by the unknown, past the unaware or more likely the unbelieving.

Not surprisingly, I have several theories as to his raison de etre.  They are, in order of likelihood: 1) the gadget, technically referred to as a pulse induction metal detector, was given to him by one of his adult children. Upon hearing of his pending travels to Yelapa, they felt that this might be a means of exercising a historically sedentary and aging father;  2) The PIMD was a gift from his wife of fifty-five years who knew well that due to her husband’s fading auditory capacity, that any attempt to communicate with him on the beach with the surf in the background would be absolutely futile. This way he could be kept busy for countless hours while wearing earphones which would preclude him from hearing snippets of any conversations at all; OR 3) Upon learning that a three week Mexican Riviera vacation was booked by his wife, he immediately sought advice from his next door buddy who discussed at length the benefits of traveling with a PIMD (e.g.  placing distance between yourself and any family members you were required to travel with, being able to approach bikini clad women in a non- threatening manner and disappearing down paths/walkways for hours and returning well after any accompanying grand children had been placed into bed). The good neighbor even suggested that the identified batteries were not required to achieve any of the above and did nothing more than add weight to the instrument. I’ll keep you posted.

News Flash

Sometime during the afternoon of Sunday; 02/03/13 this blog passed the 1000 views milestone. A sincere thank you to all my viewers. Please continue to share the word with friends family etc.

Commercial Break

Due to an ever increasing awareness of kayaking here in Yelapa, I am pleased to announce that multi-day and weekly rates are available.  Check directly with Memo so that a package of rates and equipment can be customized to meet your particular needs. Also, Memo is expanding his equipment rental operation to now include the latest models of pulse induction metal detectors. Batteries may be rented separately. Memo is your man at the playita.