topolobampo: tale of a lake

topolobampo: tale of a lake

there is a small port in the gulf of california called topolobampo, founded almost 140 years ago by the american albert k. owen. would you believe me if i told you that this colorful small town was somewhat of a radical utopian city back in the 19th century? you better. because it was.

i won’t bother you with all wikipedian facts of topolobampo. i’ll do you one better: i am going to completely invent a story about a shipwreck that can be seen when taking a boat to see the port’s mascot: el pechocho. a sinaloa born-and-raised dolphin which is a hoot and a half. nevertheless, i forgot to talk about the instax but what you have to know about this one is that, like a couple others, were taken whilst a bumpy ride and i still got it more steady than some inland.

(you’re to thank my girlfriend for this, as whenever we see something that we know nothing of, she would create a story about it just imagination sake).

anyhow. please enjoy:

‘if only they knew we are their eternal witnesses. watching their every sail, wishing they have more luck than we had. it is a cruelly long journey but i guess the 2 days they land on cabo is not a bad deal. of course by now we can’t understand them, let alone them understanding us. it is only squawk they hear. spanish do sounds beautiful, though, and the local cadence we hear everyday just adds flavour to the words that are beyond our comprehension. with every sail they take, we tend to them as far as our wings can hold us airborne. they are astonishingly faster now. they don’t depend on the wind, rather they use some kind of underwater motor that i hear growl, passing us with such an ease. whoever got the same treatment as we did, it makes for a pleasant grandstand. however rusty.

we are forever contemplating them sail, wishing… hoping they don’t join our ranks as the sea favors them, more than it did us.’