Anchored at last in the industrial bay of Mayaguez, we couldn’t believe our luck when we called up Puerto Rican Customs and discovered that we were able to clear in without leaving our boat. We decided to put those hours we wouldn’t be spending in the Customs office to good use and moved on to more scenic waters, just down the way in Boqueron.
Boqueron is a spring break-y happening party place for local co-eds on the weekends, but we arrived on a Tuesday and the streets were eerily deserted. The main drag is lined with bars and food stands, but the only watering hole open to serve was a lesbian bar, hosting an entertaining mix of salty ex-pats, rag-tag locals, and a group of cruisers we’d met months ago in the Bahamas, who had just arrived from the Dominican Republic. Fortified by $1.50 cans of Medallia beer and rousing tales of our passages, we became hungry and wondered around until we found a restaurant with a porch by the water where we enjoyed our first taste of Puerto Rican food and a very beautiful sunset.
Returning to Nightingale Tune in the dark, we felt phenomenal. The passage was done, we’d celebrated with our friends, and finally, it was time to sleep.