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Apparently, Lunada only translates that way in Mexican Spanish, presumably with “luna” meaning party and “-da/-ta” being a suffix for a celebration (as in “fiesta”). Can any Spanish speakers help me out here?
After attending BLFC, I travelled to Los Angeles with
JoeBear67 for a short stay in California, 8 years on from the last time I’d visited. He was very kind to treat me to a drive from Redondo Beach to Long Beach along the Paseo del Mar and through the Palos Verdes Estates. One of our stops was at this lovely little spot called Lunada Bay, described as either a small bay or a large cove (I’ll settle on bave to please nobody). The far end of the bay is known as Resort Point, and beyond that is a subject of some fascination for me. Beyond the point, there’s simply nothing but sea, fish, and floating plastic for thousands and thousands of miles. Your best bet going in a straight line would be to wash up on the northeastern coast of New Zealand, some 6,300 miles away. That’s the equivalent of travelling all the way from my doorstep to the east side of Tokyo, and not seeing a single living soul for any of it. And if you miss that, then it’s another 2,000 miles of increasingly chilly water until you hit the shores of Antarctica. It’s hard to grasp from a Britain-centric map just how mind-bogglingly big the Pacific Ocean really is.
Hope you enjoy!
After attending BLFC, I travelled to Los Angeles with
JoeBear67 for a short stay in California, 8 years on from the last time I’d visited. He was very kind to treat me to a drive from Redondo Beach to Long Beach along the Paseo del Mar and through the Palos Verdes Estates. One of our stops was at this lovely little spot called Lunada Bay, described as either a small bay or a large cove (I’ll settle on bave to please nobody). The far end of the bay is known as Resort Point, and beyond that is a subject of some fascination for me. Beyond the point, there’s simply nothing but sea, fish, and floating plastic for thousands and thousands of miles. Your best bet going in a straight line would be to wash up on the northeastern coast of New Zealand, some 6,300 miles away. That’s the equivalent of travelling all the way from my doorstep to the east side of Tokyo, and not seeing a single living soul for any of it. And if you miss that, then it’s another 2,000 miles of increasingly chilly water until you hit the shores of Antarctica. It’s hard to grasp from a Britain-centric map just how mind-bogglingly big the Pacific Ocean really is. Hope you enjoy!
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I was on a buoy tender coming down the California coast heading to Baltimore, when we came across a disabled catamaran flying a single jib on a makeshift mast. He had no radio, nor navigational equipment, no aux engine, and was trying to make California from Hawaii - (can you say 'nut job'?)
We towed him in, which took about four hours versus the three days he would have taken in that condition.
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We towed him in, which took about four hours versus the three days he would have taken in that condition.
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