The front of the ship as seen from the dock at Ensenada.
The minimart at a gas station. They don't look quite the same as in the US.
An "eruption" of La Bufadora.
Water trickling back into the cave.
Here's a view of an eruption with some people in view, giving a sense of scale.
Helen and me in front of it.
Helen's parents in front of it.
Helen's dad looking at the view.
A Mexican playing a guitar.
A view of the shoreline.
The street vendors lining the path to La Bufadora.
There is a half-sunken ship visible from the cruise ship.
The observation deck at the front of the ship.
Looking back along the ship.
The city of Ensenada as seen from the ship.
Me and Frank playing table tennis.
Helen and Frank playing table tennis.
Helen posing beside a strange towel-creature left by the cabin attendant. That night was formal night, so we are all dressed up for dinner.