The more things change, the more they stay the same. We spent the next week getting ready to head south, finally deciding to wait another day to see what the resort had decth eided about us. Tuesday came and went, so I inquired on Wed. morning and was invited toHe an evening meeintroduced with the director of the resort. He was busy and sent the food and beverage manager in his place. They offered to replace all the items for which we could produce an original sales invoice, and free moorage for the remainder of the month.
Fair enough, too bad we have almost no invoices. Another day or two shopping and getting what invoices we may have together, and off we go.
Thursday morning I head for town, stop for coffee and The coffee shop proprietess asks if I was the one who had a computer stolen and did my wife's name start with a J. If so they recovered the computer at the police station, and we should go retrieve it. Sigh, here we go again.
Next morning, we pop up and head off to the police station in Cihuatlan, accompanied by Jim from Hajime, our neighbor in the marina. Water taxi to Barra, 8 blocks to the bus stop, 30 minutes on the bus, and 8 bocks to the police station, and here we are. They have no idea why we are here, and when we explain, they want to know why we have no report on file for the robbery. After explaining that the marina is in the next state over, Colima, and that we did indeed file a claim in Colima. They seem to be scolding us for not filing a report here, and when we appear confused by their language, they talk louder and faster. They finally go for an interpreter who tells us he doesn't know english, but does know Dino, the harbormaster, so I get he and Dino together on the phone resulting in us being told to let the police handle it and we should come back to the marina.
Off we go to the supermarket, where I find a mount for the TV and a HDMI cable. It is the only supermarket in the area so we get as much supplies as we can carry. While waiting for the bus, Jim introduces me to Tubo, a fermented palm sap based drink, cold and refreshing with peanuts floating in it.
Long day, but not over yet. Dino wants to talk about our visit to Cihuatlan. I have also received an email from the coffee lady saying she talked to her friend Jimmy, and i t is definitely Joan's PC, but it is around the corner from where we went. I show him the e-mail and he wants me to meet with the manager and try to get to the bottom of this. I go see the manager and he pulls in the head of security, and tells him to send some guys with me to check it out. They show up at the boat with a suburban, a driver, 2 security guys and the dockmaster to help with the translation. We show up at the police station, it is high security with a steel door with bullet proof glass and a peephole. A guy in all bulletproof comes out to explain that this is the jail and maybe the ministry of justice is the place for us.
Back to the morning destination for another visit. It's friday after lunch on a fiesta weekend and no one is about. We scare up someone who thinks we should go to the public ministry down the street because that is where stolen property goes. We head on over, but alas it is friday after lunch on a fiesta weekend. We wait around for half an hour so they can get someone to help us out. Yep, friday etc. Back to the land yacht for the return trip to the marina.
Next day, I return to the coffee shop for some coffee and hopefully some clarification. I ask coffee lady about Jimmy and she points him out to me a couple of doors down on the sidewalk. He didn't really know much about it, a mexican friend told him about it. He called a friend who said it would definitely be at the public ministry, if they had it.
Monday we go to the office to see what is happening. They call security guy, he's in a meeting, but will be down in a bit. Around 3 hours later a guy with .45 in his belt shows up at the door and the security guys and another gunslinger whom I had met previously. The new guy is introduced as the jefe from Jalisco. I tell them about my weekend conversation with Jimmy, we talk about it for a while, and they decide to go talk to the coffee lady, her friend Jimmy, and the mexican guy who told him about the computer. After that, they will go to the public ministry and check on the computer.
I asked on Wed. For a progress report, and was told that the investigation continues. So on thurs. We set out on a shakedown cruise to make sure the boat was working properly. It went well enough that we sailed overnight and spent the next night in Coleta de Campos, 140 miles down the coast. Got up the next morning and sailed to Zihuatenejo, got here around 2 a.m.
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