Back in the day, after school, our tribe would gather around the new black and white television and watch TV serials.
There was Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, the Little Rascals, Gene Autry, the Three Stooges, and Tarzan.
One of the pleasures of childhood was watching Tarzan live in the jungle free from teachers, swinging on vines, communicating with a grunt, fighting evil men stomping through his jungle with guns on their shoulders and gold on their minds. Every show a lion would get one of the slave traders and make him lunch, which brought cheers. The fact that Boy didn’t have to go to school made him the envy of our neighborhood. To be able to swim every day in crocodile infested waters and pal around with Cheetah,who was always the middle of mischief ,was the greatest luck.
This morning, our expedition is going to Stone Island outside Mazatlan, visiting a beach with no hotels or development, having locals make us lunch, then taking the long boat ride back home.
Around nine in the morning we board the Acutus following our guide Polo.
The plank walkway down into the boat is steep. There are life vests on board though no one is forced to wear them. There are plenty of drinks, including cerveza, and Polo does the tour in two languages. He talks in Spanish a while and then repeats the same information in English. Though it sounds like he gives a bit more insight in Espanol, he is funny and makes the tour educational.
These tours are a mainstay of a vacation. You take them for the tidbits they bring, and, over time, you accumulate insight into a place from someone who lives here and knows it.
Life here follows tides, seasons, weather.
Chugging around Stone Island, we become just another piece of the Mazatlan puzzle – a small tour boat in the lower right hand corner of a colorful jigsaw puzzle, a small slow moving excursion boat with light skinned visitors eager to explore and quick to take pictures.