Hola Cabo San Lucas!
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| I spared a questioning glance for the ocean, who shrugged her wavy shoulders and tossed her own foamy gaze off to the sky: "Come on," she offered innocently, "you can't be doom and gloom and serious beauty all the time." A kayaker was smacked into an unintentional roll by the errant wake of a waverunner. "Even I like to get freaky sometimes." One of the trimarans pitched in a corkscrewing motion, several of its unsteady occupants narrowly managing to grasp a rail or stay to maintain their footing (Whoo-OOO-ooo!!!). "Besides, every now and then you sailors are...well...a little too philosophical about the whole thing." A fleet of panga driving fisherman sped right beneath two people being reeled in by a parasailing boat, eliciting a pair of non-gleeful shrieks. "Take it easy, man! Look at all these people! You've really got to learn to relax!" I swung the tiller hard over to avoid tangling in parachute cord, running over a diver, sinking a glass bottomed boat, or slicing a kayak in half. The mates and I did relax � once we were safely tied up to the gas dock in the inner harbor. Hola Cabo San Lucas! |
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