Tsunami?

Well, has today been interesting... Mike and I started the morning by closing the Discoteca la Panga at 4 (Shawn left around 2) and got catnaps in before Shawn woke us with an announcement that we were dragging the anchor and were on a collision course with a nearby cruising yacht. More later about how much fun last night was. We drowsily jumped into action- I took the helm, Mike finally put some clothes back on-what a bad view first thing in the morning-got on the anchor and Shawn raised the main (the engine has not quite decided that it wants to cooperate, yet.) The stern hook line had been abraded through and it was no longer attached so we left it there, its still there... The strange thing we noticed when we were waking up was that the majority of the 100+ boats in Bahìa de la Academia that were there when we went to bed were not there anymore. Something was up, so we turned on the radio to listen to the chatter and heard the port captain telling all the captains to get out of the bay because a tsunami might be coming in. So THATS how the anchor was pulled loose. We proceeded to tack out of the bay into the open water where the force of the wave woud not be concentrated by the underwater topography. After a couple-few hours the word went out that we were in the safe zone and everyone could return to the bay and anchor. Returning into the bay under sail to drop anchor fits into the category of interesting as well. Being that we were under sail we were less manouverable than all the other yachts and decided that we needed a good plan, so we came up with one that involved returning to the approximate location we had left several hours earlier in order to be close to the sunken treasure we needed to plunder (stern hook.) However, on the way in we were approached by a frantic man in a dinghy whose concerns over our means of power (sail) made me second guess our plan for long enough to make it infeasible, leading us to a tight thread-the-needle situation between 2 very expensive boats. I handed over the helm to Shawn at that point (I was chicken) and he skillfully (luckilly?) kept us from crashing into a multimillion dollar 62´sailing yacht that was a part of the World ACR rally. We came within less than 10 feet of it as we had to tack between it and the other large boat to our starboard. We looped around and dropped the anchor too close to a large fishing boat´s mooring ball. They werent there so we didn´t think too much of it and planned to move when we got the engine running properly again (this time it was the gasket on the raw water pump leaking, which caused the engine to overheat.) The fishing boat arived almost immediately. They needed us to move immediately, too. I tried to explain in Español that we were looking for our anchor and didnt have a working motor and we needed at least 10 minutes to get the sails back up get out of their way, and some of it got across. Fortunately, they were nicer than their first impression led me to believe and they offered to tow us with their dinghy to a proper location. What a time saver! They may have earned a pint of Scotch. Mike and Shawn made breakfast while I scraped some caulk off the deck to prepare for the remounting of the stern pulpit. After breakfast I went in to town to take a shower and get on the ole interweb. The shower was great after a night with 2 hours of sleep and 6 hours of dancing with beautiful Ecuadorian women, but the walk to find an open internet cafe (the whole town shut down and evacuated for the tsunami) made it seem almost pointless. That´s it for now folks, hope you enjoyed the ride.