Here is the cayman



The sun is warm on this side of the ditch.  He's about six feet long.


Now that you've seen him, don't worry.  He's seems harmless.

Turtles in transit

Here are the little turtles (tortugas) that I told you about in my last blog.  The Grupo Ecologista de Nayarit, A.C. were advertising for anyone interested to come out and help these little guys and gals find their way back to the sea from whence their mother came.  The group watches for turtles laying eggs in the sands near Guayabitos and they collect the eggs and wait for them to hatch.  There were 100 turtles this evening and there were probably 30 people, including a few children, who came out.  We were invited to pick them up (and both Mike and I did just that) and put them on the sand facing the water.  The waves sometimes lapped over them and turned them upside down but by the time it was dark most of them were well on their way out to sea.  It is estimated that out of those 100 only 1-3 would be back laying their eggs.  Most would not survive their journey to adulthood. Just writing about this is making me teary, as it did when we were told about the Riley turtles.

This season, having the car, we are able to go golfing anytime we want to go.  Mike paid 6500 pesos for a four month pass for two.  That is about $270.00 Canadian each.  We have golfed 25 games as of today, December 15.  We have paid for the passes and are now golfing for free.  We go out by 9 am but the breeze doesn't come up until about 10 am.  Then golfing becomes bearable.  The course is a par 29.  Ok, so it's not Royal York or Spallumcheen, but it is challenging.  The grass (if one can call it that) is no where near like our fairways at home.  The tee boxes are small and it is hard to find a good spot to insert the tee.  Number 6 hole is the course signature hole.  The green is on an island, surrounded by water.  It is a par 4, one of two par 4's.  When I first saw that green I refused to try and hit the ball onto it.  Now, it's ok.  Most times I can get close enough to pitch it on without it rolling too far or not enough and it plops into the moat (I call it that).  Twice today my partner and I hit our balls; they hit the rocks on the built up sides and ricoched back onto the fairway. Whew:)

Beside our rv park is a piece of bare land that is virtually a swamp (slough?).  In the early part of the year this year there was a lot of water and wetland birds, eg. egrets etc. and reptiles; like caymans.  Well the cayman is still there but there is not much water and the cows are herded in there to eat.  Anyway, to make a long story shorter, one day our neighbour came over and said the cayman was across the road, sunning him/her self in the ditch.  Sure enough, we took a walk over and there it was; but that is another picture for the next blog.

Cheers for now,
Holoidays on holiday