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Aguaverde is a small fishing village that we visited since it was a convenient distance from our previous stop. The Mexican government has drilled wells so water is abundant and the town is better for it. There is a small community store stocked with few but good choices of foods and supplies. Oddly, there is no electricity other than the occasional small generator. Most houses do have, though, small solar panels that produce enough to power small televisions, or so we were told. This last is a guess since a great number of houses have small turquoise satellite dishes on their roofs. Imagine our surprise!

Holly christened these two California Spiny Lobster, Hector and Ignacio, after the two fishers who sold them to us at Puerto Los Gatos. Here they are, ready to eat. Thanks, boys.

Hector, or is this Ignacio?, is a big lobster! Conni prepared a vat of melted butter and you've never tasted lobster so fresh or sweet. Shells? Over the side!

Aguaverde from the boat. There are small fishing pangas moored offshore. The village is in the trees off the beach by a 1/2 mile. In Baja, water first, then people, so where there are trees, there is usually a village.

View of the small bight in which we were anchored. The small building off the bow is the goat dairy, we think. Aguaverde is known for its fine goat cheese, although they were out when we inquired.

Richard relaxes.

Pangas drawn up on the beach. Roca Solitaire stands offshore on the left.

A palapa provides some cover from the intense beach sun.

The Caplans explore the road into town. This is the main road from the beach into the village, but seemed little used.

The village church. Notice the palm fronds on the fence to the right of the church, celebrating Palm Sunday, the day before our arrival.

Dirt, but neat as a pin, no litter, and fence sticks painted white. The village had obvious pride in its appearance and we enjoyed our visit.

Conni walks along a road. The small turquoise dishes are the satellite dishes with which the villagers, presumably, watch TV on solar-powered sets.

The "Tienda Communitaria" or community store. The damp ground is the result of a daily washing of the concrete apron. Only a few naked solar-powered lights were inside and few commodities on wooden shelves. We did not wish for them to think that we saw anything photo-worthy in the store so refrained from taking photos inside.

The Aguaverde speed bump! No kidding, they just spiked a thick rope found on the beach and it works well.

The restaurant. It's open except when it's not. It wasn't open for our visit.

The tiny village of Aguaverde, seen from the road out of town. We hiked a way for this nice view. The black containers on the roofs are water heaters: pump the water up, it's scalding by noon. The RotoPlas is a common feature of the Mexican household. The beach is off to our left.

Our dinghy awaits.

Richard awaits epiphany.



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