Eventually we approached the southern tip of Baja California, and Cabo San Lucas came in site. And what a site! The harbour entrance was insanity afloat; cruise ships, party boats, police boats, naval boats, water taxis, jet skis, kayaks, yachts and motor launches, every form of water craft going in every direction and us sailing through the middle of it. By now I had replaced Sam with Blair as First Mate as he had proven much more competent, and I was going to let him take us in, but seeing this chaos maybe not. But we managed it, drawn to the pretty lights like moths to our drunken end, and the promise of a very wild New Years party. Four days in Cabo turned out to be quite enough and we used it like the party town it was. You can only say 'no, we don't want any drugs thank you' so many times without getting bored, and besides, it is not somewhere to spend too long if your imagination runs beyond shopping and Tequila. It was a playground for wealthy Americans though with the marina packed with shiny white motor boats.
And then there was New Year's Eve. Staggering around the streets at 4 in the morning we found Sam who had convinced a hobo to repair his sandals, quickly followed by a house party. I lost Jack and Dominic to the police on possession of coke charges and found them again later at a party on a stage somewhere. I tripped over Chris sleeping on the beach by the dinghy who had somehow lost an hour of his life, and I last saw Blair in a taxi going off with his arm around a guy. Me, I found myself carrying out crowd control the old fashioned way on the Canadians who were questioning Kris's honour with one of their ladies. For all that may come between us at times, nobody fucks with my crew or guests. I think I got the point across. Well done by the way Kris for leaving them all with the bill for breakfast. It always amazes me how in such a large sprawling place where nobody knows where they are or what is going on we always found one another again. Subconscious focus?
We were in a very poor state the next afternoon when we came round, but we were already late to meet a paying fare in Puerto Vallarta in three days and time and clients wait for no man. Sadly, we left Jack there to fly to France to complete his ambition of joining the French Foriegn Legion, and Sam too as he decided that ours was not quite the easy life he had in mind. We were now down to 5.