Jet Skis are great, aren’t they? They’re powerful, colorful, fast, loud, and completely uncontrollable by the largely un-trained people that drive them.

It’s great, as well, when they’re delivered to remote anchorages by huge shapeless Tupperboats that anchor way, way, way too close.

So we’re moving to Ensenada de los Muertos tomorrow morning. Thinking about spending the “Palm Sunday to Easter” week in La Paz, where the mayhem may be less free-flowing.