Tuesday, August 11, 2009

On Being a Pesky Person in Pursuit of Pelicanos

I NEVER, EVER get tired of watching and photographing the common brown pelican seen so frequently here on the docks and waters of Marina de La Paz. I NEVER, EVER get tired, but suspect a few of my persecuted pelican subjects might have been tired by my pursuit.


Taking off and landing can present a challenge to these awkward appearing and gawky sea birds. I have seen some landings, pelicans dipping their beaks into the Sea at top speed in pursuit of supper, that would seem to put their necks at risk for breaking!


Shoving off to avoid a camera shoved into his face -- again.












Posing on the dock he does look quite photogenic, but I was after action shots this day. Which meant I had to encourage my friends to move along a bit sooner than they sometimes might have desired.








This fellow took a little verbal prodding and close quarters but got the idea. Besides he had had enough!







Liftoff









A not entirely graceless landing for this marine denizen.












This pair was more than delighted to see me return to Argo and retire the Olympus for awhile.









Monday, August 10, 2009

Sunday Morning Blood Donation

Sunday morning fellow cruiser Bob Smith of Pantera and I went to the local Hospital Salvatierra to give blood to be used for the credit of another long time La Paz gringo cruiser. Having worked at the Blood Donor Center at the University of Iowa for 5 years I was curious to see how our two systems compared. This was a bit less sophisticated I suppose but the staff was wonderful and very proficient in their jobs.

The pre-donation questions included a few questions I had never asked any donors to the U of Iowa, such as : when did you start having sex, how many partners have you had, how many partners have you had in the past 5 years and when did you last have sex?! Also I was asked how many children I had. When I responded 'none' my interviewer promptly asked me 'why not?!' As it turned out I did view a copy of the questions and answers as they were printed off the computer and these were all legitimate questions necessary to be answered before the donation procedure could progress.





This was a special surprise to me. It's a Fenwall CS3000 blood processor used to harvest white cells and platelets from donors and to do apheresis procedures on patients with a variety of medical conditions, usually auto-immune in nature. I used this exact make and model at the U of I 25-28 years ago!! This could have been shipped down here direct from the U of I or any other major blood center in the US. It even has all the labels in English. It may have been a donation or could have been purchased, of course, but it was like coming upon an old friend in an unlikely situation!







Special thanks goes to Enoc Fuentes Lopez and his lovely wife for their assistance in making these donations possible. Enoc not only arranged for the donations but his translations proved invaluable to the process of exchanging information prior to and during the donation process. And Enoc's wife graciously transported Bob and me back to the Marina after our donations while Enoc visited with the patient who was receiving the donation credits. According to Enoc and photos he emailed to me, the man seems to be rapidly on the mend.



Sunday, August 2, 2009

Pelican on the Prowl

Sunday morning started with the sudden stopover of this fine fellow on our bow. Maybe he came to check out the new bowsprit. Maybe he was new to the neighborhood and just wanted to be friendly. Maybe he knew Ron cooks the best meals in the marina and it was time to eat. Who knows why the unexpected visit but I was outside in a heartbeat, camera in hand, to welcome him to our home. Ron just wanted him off the boat before he fouled ( pun intended ) the floor, but I am always eager to make the acquaintance of these magnificent creatures.
Upclose and personal with a neighborhood pelican. We had quite a one sided discussion on a variety of topics during his time aboard Argo's bow. He showed no fear of me though I was only about 3 feet from him a goodly share of our time. I couldn't talk him into leaving so Ron finally made a short appearance and convinced him to quietly move along, unfortunately not before he left us a parting gift.

Discussing his impending departure. Adios. Hasta luego.


Slowly sauntering off the port side.








And with a splash he was off.