It was overcast as we pulled into Ensenada the Wednesday morning of our visit. I was up early, hoping to catch the sunrise as well as our arrival. I always like when I can see the docking process. It’s the same, yet also different, in every port. I think it’s fun to watch the ship maneuver into its slot while checking out the view of the port from the top of the ship.
A cloudy sky obstructed my view of the sunrise, but it didn’t affect watching the docking process. There was something different in this port, though. A part of the process I’d never seen before. Seals. They barked a welcoming greeting and a few even swam in the water as if guiding the ship to its docking place.
SEALS OR SEA MONSTERS?
Except, as I tried to film the seals with a different camera, I was once again reminded how hard it can be to catch elusive creatures on camera. My second camera wouldn’t zoom in as good, and thus the images weren’t entirely clear. It’s easy to see how early sailors who were unfamiliar with seals might mistake them for some kind of monster.
Or how people who catch only glimpses of things easily mistake explainable phenomenon for unexplainable ones.
FRONT ROW SEATS TO A LIVE SHOW OF ALFRED HITCHCOCK’S “THE BIRDS”
I’ve always enjoyed Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds” even though it’s never really scared me. I mean, it’s a bunch of birds. Kick ’em, swat at ’em, surely there’s an easy way to overpower them.
That’s what I thought until the innocent enough looking fellow behind my husband decided to attack Wayne’s breakfast tray the moment he shoved it aside and headed inside for more. One second I’m fixing to put another bite of my own food in my mouth, next thing I know the air is filled with squawking screeches, I’m surrounded by flapping wings, and silverware is crashing together as the tray is stomped on.
Of course, instead of jumping up and seeking refuge at the table behind me, what do I do? Think, “Oh my God, this would be funny YouTube material!” and grab my camera.
By the time I got it working, the initial melee had already passed, but I caught a little extra chaos…as well as my argument with one of the birds.
Suffice it to say, I have changed my stance on Alfred Hitchcock’s “The Birds.” With enough numbers, I now see how fowl could prove very foul indeed!
WTF IS THAT THING?
After sightseeing in downtown Ensenada because we were too cheap to pay for an excursion to La Bufadora (the blowhole) or the winery (both of which seemed to be the big things to do in Ensenada), we opted against taking the shuttle back to the ship in favor of walking back. That’s when we came upon this enormous skeleton statue.
When I first spotted it I got so excited. Jackpot! I just knew it had to do with the chupacabra. (Before I left I’d done some research on what kind of paranormal to look for in Ensenada and discovered it was home to two supposedly mummified chupacabras.)
I thought maybe the giant statue was some kind of tribute to Mexico’s chupacabra legend. It was a tribute all right. To the Whale Man. His story is deserving of its own post, so I’ll wait to share his tale for another time.
For now I’ll just share my initial reaction and the resulting footage upon finding the giant skeleton statue. (And giant flag that was in the same area.)
Courtney Mroch is a globe-trotting restless spirit who’s both possessed by wanderlust and the spirit of adventure, as well as obsessed with true crime, horror, the paranormal, and weird days. Perhaps it has something to do with her genes? She is related to occult royalty, after all. Marie Laveau, the famous Voodoo practitioner of New Orleans, is one of her ancestors. That could also explain her infatuation with skeletons.
Speaking of healing, to learn how she channeled her battle with cancer to conjure up this site, check out HJ’s Origin Story.
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