(Nick) Having been let down once again by the ferry to Guaymas changing times without warning, we decided to treat ourselves to a change of scenery. So, this morning, we got up and checked out of the motel we had stayed at for the last few nights, and went just outside town to a set of appartments on the South end of the bay. The rooms were spacious and cool, but best of all, had a balcony overlooking the entire bay.

Keen to show off his spearfishing skills, Dan got his speargun out, and I got my snorkelling gear out of the truck. Unfortunately, Amy had injured her foot quite badly when we arrived in Santa Rosalia, so was unable to go in the sea water without risk of infection. Oliver duly agreed to stay with her, while I went down the (very steep) bank to the rocky waterfront after Dan.

When we got down, a family were already at the spot, watching their own 'hunter' spearing fish quite far out into the bay. He was pulling in big fish, which got Dan very excited that this would be a great spot for spearing fish. The water was remarkably clear, with loads of big fish. Dan took the opportunity to explain that touching things was a very bad idea, as there was sea urchins on the rocks.

Within 2 minutes, Dan had disappeared around the rocks and emerged with a large silver fish on the end of his spear! These were very good waters for fishing! We both returned to the shore, to drop the fish off, under the protective eye of the family there.

As we went back out, I accidently stepped on a sea urchin, not realising the depth, sending lots of poisinous spines into my foot. I returned to the shore while Dan continued fishing. The family was concerned for me, and offered to help, but I said it was ok, and it was simply my foolish mistake. I didn't have to wait long, as several minutes later, Dan returned with another fish, this time a large black fish.

Returning to the appartment, Daniel insisted the way to deal with the spines was to crush them by punching my foot, he even offered to do the punching for me... How kind of him... I felt the spines would be removable using tweezers or a knife. Searching through the wolf's medical kit, the tweezers were missing, but we did have a suction device for removing poison from bites, and a few needles.

We managed to remove the largest spines using the knife, but the small spines were lodged fast, and our efforts to remove them were in vain. Still unimpressed by Dan's description of the spines breaking up into my blood stream, I refused to allow any punching of my foot. (over the next two weeks, having obtained some tweezers, I was able to remove the last of those bloody spines!)

None of us in the mood for cooking, but we knew the restaurant we had visited in town would be happy to cook our fish for us. We left just as the sun was setting over the bay, and we had the most spectacular views of the sunset over the calm waters.

In town, a carnival was almost ready to begin, and we parked the wolf up next to the town square. In the restaurant, we became aware of some English lads, who turned out to be from Guildford!

Our meal was OK, but we are certain one of the fish we gave them, the silver one, which Dan said would be the better one, was not served. This annoyed us quite a bit, particularly considering we had been visiting their restaurant for the last three days!

After the meal, we returned to the wolf, having had a chat with the English guys in the restaurant about what we were doing and the wolf, along with what they were doing. After that, we retired early to the appartment, as we would need to be up very early in the morning to get the ferry.

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