ok so the most difficult part to find for these boats is SCREWS for the mast track. unable to duplicate and unable to be found at screw stores or wood building stores or other wood oriented and ship oriented areas of planet. impressive isnt it that a boat gets to become a reef for fishies merely due to screw purchase fail. and in a city with many sources for this product. wow. there are none in stainless nor bronze nor aluminum nor other materials. not even plastic.
instructions are not able to be followed despite being basic and simple. is not merely one nationality falling short–is all folks who claim knowledge of boats and boating and repair and invention. i am sooo impressed.
i wish my hands knees hips legs and broken back worked so i could do this my own damned self but noooo i get to watch gunsmoke and pay out money for nothing.
yup chose wrong city for repairing, duh.
my best connection got throat cancer and was failing as i arrived, ruling him out… thankfully he has recovered so perhaps we can use his recommendations.
right now my cats are doing a better job at repairing my boat than those who have said they want a hand in repairing her.
ok so as i sit here typoing i am thinking this is not the city in which anyone should dream of finding a boat repair assistant with any semblance of honesty. and her ei thought i had found a rarity–an independent allegedly, worker without sticky fingers. what i found has been a lazy soul with sticky fingers and a split tongue regarding events such as lifting my fiberglass cloth–fine roving–which is required for project completion. ok….
so we are again going to work with an incoming from elsewhere. hoping i am able to get this boat into mobility condition so i can relocate to a less gringo affected location to complete my repairs. in the 4 yrs i have planned for repairing this boat, 2.5 have been totally wasted by waiting on the presence of a fail worker. ok and he took my cloth without a by your leave and ran like stink off a wet dog. ok. this same man was able to rapidly deconstruct my mast step in such fashion as to not remember how to repair, then lost interest in the huge project/ gotta love it. and so much depends on this projects completion, such as stability of prop shaft thru a beam that is semi existent.
the obvious bias of the marina is also a factor in the unusually slow progress of construction, as there is no key for the gate near my boat–funny how there is one when mv mariah appears, but not one for anyone else.
there are laws in mx regarding disabilities and disabled souls, but these are not being followed in this area. there is a marina mafia with obvious bias towards folks with credit cards and huge balances thereon.
these topes have so far been only a moderate delay, however have grown as i have remained here too long. only 2.5 years of a 4 yr refit, of which none has been effected. ok.
so am i flustrated?? hahahahaha
when the worker chosen for the job becomes bored and sticky fingered and refuses to work and declares that the items he took were used on a part of boat requiring care and specific work habits and materials, there is a huge problem. when the worker hahaha alleged worker laughs when work is mentioned there is a problem.
when the worker cannot manage to accomplish even one project correctly there is a huge problem. no work ethic and no conscience–taught by the marina mafia alleged repair gangs present in this city.
NO, mazatlan is NOT a recommended repair location, unless you have unlimited deep pockets and a penchant for thieves. with the completion of the highway from durango to maz, this area is exactly like border towns..poor workmanship and nonexistent work ethic.
so yes flustration.
gggrrrrr…i hope next posting is more positive. sorry for the rant, but this is as it is at present. i came in under my own power and donot have that ability any longer thanks to inept workers and bad work ethic practiced in general in this city.
“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are dimmed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to the seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.
What does a man really need – really need? A few pounds of food every day, heat, shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by, the dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life?”
-Sterling Hayden, Wanderer