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A Bulleted History of Colombia

Why on earth would anyone go to Colombia?  It’s violent, dangerous, filled with armed militias and Narco gangs. A very dangerous place for an American Tourist.

It turns out that this is an image that Colombia has moved past.  There are many interesting lessons to learn, and parallels that can be drawn with the current situation in America.

Our oversimplified history of Colombia is based on several tours we took with English speaking guides, and a little wikepedia.

  • Due to disagreements between the various indigenous peoples, the country was broken up to create Venezuela and Ecuador.
  • In the early 20th century the United States sent Gunboats and helped create the country of Panama in exchange For a 99 year lease and the right to finish building the Panama Canal.
  • Colombia operated with 2 parties’ liberals and conservatives. (Sounds like America)
  • The liberals had internal friction between radicals and a more centrist group. (Sounds like America)
  • The two main parties enjoyed long periods in power. (Sounds like America)
  • There was increasing polarization between the two dominant parties. (Sounds like America)
  • Jorge Gaitan was the leader of the radical left and widely expected to win the election, but was assassinated in April 1948.
  • Gaitan’s death sparked a 3 day riot that destroyed the capital of Bogota, and was the beginning of La Violencia. (Jan 6?)
  • La Violencia lasted from 1946 to 1964 with 200,000 dead and an estimated 1,000,000 people displaced.
Monument to victims of La Violencia. Lights represent victims. Screens have photos of families…powerful stuff
  • Starting in the Early 60’s FARC (Fuerzas Armadas Revolucionarias de Colombia) came into being as a force for agrarianism and peasant rights.
  • Other militias came into being at that time including ELN, M19 and right wing paramilitaries funded by large land owners.  (BLM?)(ANTIFA?)
  • With the United States as the biggest customer by far, the drug trade turned out to be enormously profitable.  And some of these entities became more focused on the drug trade. 
  • The Narcos including the Medellin and Cali Cartels became the distributors and processors of cocaine through US affiliates like the Black Widow in Miami.
  • Meanwhile refugees from the countryside began to settle in Medellin on the hillsides as squatters.  Their first house were built from scraps salvaged from building sites and scavenging in the dump.  But as squatters they had low housing costs and paid no tax.  Over time they began small businesses in their neighborhoods, and as they became more prosperous they began to rebuild their shacks with red terra cotta bricks adding a floor for each new generation and creating part of the iconic Medellin skyline.
  • Isolated from the business center of Medellin by the steep geography and lack of city planning, gangs of underemployed young men began to mark out their turf in these new areas of the city.
  • In 1993, Medellin was the most dangerous city in the world with a homicide rate of 400/100000 and these new neighborhoods in the hills like Comuna 13 were the most dangerous neighborhoods in that city.
  • Completed in 1995 the Metro system knits together the neighborhoods of Medellin with tickets that cost 1600 COP (about 0.50 USD) and include transfers to anywhere in the system. Before the system a campaign to educate the public in “Metro Culture” instilled pride for and good behavior on the new Metro. Almost 30 years after its inauguration our ride was on a modern smooth system that puts BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) to shame.
  • In 2003 a new major Sergio Farjado was elected as Mayor. He began a series of policies that he called “social urbanization” that put the best schools, parks and Libraries in the poorest neighbor hoods.  This is often hailed as the moment that Medellin began to turn around. (would this work in America where the poorest neighborhoods often have the worst schools?)
  • Starting in 2004 a series of Cable cars were added to the transit system allowing easy access to and from the hillside communities like Comuna 13.  
  • The guerrilla factions are of course in the comuna 13 and in in 2002 the government moves to remove them with operation Orion.
  • Operation Orion has military helicopters hovering over the comuna 13 shooting people in support of ground troops.  In all  there were 80 civilians injured, 17 casualties committed by the Public Force , 71 people killed by the paramilitaries , 12 people tortured, 92 forced disappearances and 370 arbitrary detentions, according to the Corporación Jurídica Libertad.
Remembering the past
  • Many of the dead are in a mass grave on the hillside.
  • So I am not a rapper but Hip Hop music has a part to play here.   Hip Hop music evolved in New York using the music of Africa and rapping to create a music form that protests the injustice and oppression facing African and Hispanic Americans in the 60’s.  
  • Hip Hop came to Colombia not as music but in visual form via a movie called “Beat Street” other Colombian teens visiting America brought back music, break dancing and graffiti.
  • Brothers La Etnnia ages 8 to 12 began to practice break dancing and would become one of leading Colombian Hip Hop groups.
  • Hip Hop helped to get people back into the streets instead of hiding in their homes and breakdancing became a way for rival gangs to work it out without killing each other.
  • More on Colombian Hip Hop movement Here
  • One final overlay was the effect of Pablo Escobar and the various cartels, who took over the distribution and processing of Cocaine.   In an attempt to control the cartels the Colombian government signed an extradition treaty with the United States for drug offenses committed in either country.
  • The constitutionality of this was questioned and the cartels went to war with the government to try and overturn this treaty. Between 1989 and 1993 Pablo Escobar was responsible for the deaths of 657 policeman along with judges, politicians.  He began to commit acts of terrorism with many car bombings.
  • Today it’s all quiet in the country side, but Colombia remains as the largest exporter of Cocaine in the world.. More about that here.

One of the enjoyable aspects of the tours in Bogota and Medellin was trying to figure out the complex history of this country.   I am certain I have missed a lot, but being merely a traveler I feel I have an obligation to try and understand but no responsibility to create a definitive history….

Colombia is highly recommended, don’t miss the highland cities. Their climate is wonderful and the cities have an almost European feel. 

Farewell Panama, Hello Colombia!

Well, we did it. We are now in Cartagena! But first, it’s time for a fond recap of our farewell to Panama.

After leaving the boat at Red Frog Marina for a year, we returned to a boat covered in green stuff. Several washes later, Footloose started to look normal again. Even the mast required a thorough cleaning (Michael Loves going up the mast…not).

The boat came together with very few difficulties, except for the generator seemed to be fighting us. First the starter needed to be taken apart and the solenoid freed up and greased. Once started, the raw water pump began to leak saltwater. So, a replacement was ordered and installed, and all seemed well.

Pet onboard?

Turns out we have a pet, Spidey. I first saw him on the deck with his bright yellow shell and thought he was a kind of crab, but no…he’s a spider (Spiny-backed Orbweaver)

Touring Bocas del Toro

Finally, after a month of cleaning and boat work, we were underway! We left the marina October 1 and spent some time in the Bocas del Toro archipelago, visiting some favorite haunts including Starfish beach and the Chocolate farm.

Zapatillo Islands

Our last stop on the way out of Bocas was to the beautiful Zapatillo islands. We enjoyed some snorkeling and the beauty of the islands, but the highlight was watching the release of some hawksbill turtles!

Veraguas de Escudo

Another 40 miles brought a stop at Veraguas Escudo. We anchored for a few days and enjoyed the sparkling Caribbean water and dramatic views of the island.

Take a quick spin in the dingy at Isla Escudo de Veraguas

Rio Chagres

We next traveled overnight to stay a night in the Rio Chagres. As we entered the river and began to follow this verdant path with our ocean going boat, Lisa mentioned that she felt as though she was on the African Queen. The water is bright green with algae and yet this river supplies all the drinking water for Panama City. Spidey, still with us, helped by killing the biting insects that seemed fascinated with our bright white boat. Birds and monkeys called to us, perhaps dismayed at our presence. In the morning we took a dingy ride to explore a small tributary near our anchorage. After taking some pictures of birds including the mealy parrot (what a name) we started to raise the anchor. We usually traverse shallow areas with our fish finder on, allowing a detailed view of the bottom, and our trip up the river revealed the completely featureless bottom you would expect of a muddy green river. Nevertheless, on trying to raise the anchor, we found ourselves unable to raise the last hundred feet of anchor chain. Our anchor was trapped by some large submerged object. Despite the fact that our position on the river was very nearby Shelter Bay Marina (our next stop),there was no cellular service. We could have been on the moon. (not time to panic:))

So after an hour of attempting to hoist the chain, we used our satellite phone to call the marina and Juanjo promised to develop a plan to send a diver up the river. Anchored in 45 feet of pea soup, we had no way to get to the anchor ourselves.

While we were waiting, I thought about how the boat had drifted under the influence of the tides and currents in the river. I remembered that we had moved in a roughly clockwise pattern around our anchor and so we endeavored to make one more attempt at recovering our 75 pound stainless steel anchor.

We let out some chain to increase our freedom of movement and I began to circle counter clockwise, pausing to pull back every 90 degrees or so. After about four counter clockwise turns we were suddenly free. What a relief. Our call with Juanjo revealed that the cost of the diver would be $3500.

Boat Fun, Shelter Bay/Panama City

At Shelter Bay, we waited for our friends Celia and Art to arrive for a trip to the San Blas Islands (Guna Yala).

While we waited we had a few projects… one was to re-certify our life raft and the other was to try and get our SSB radio working. The later involved taking the various components to a Radio specialist near the port offices in Panama City. What an interesting man. He spoke very little English, but we managed to get through the necessary discussion with the aid of google translate. As we sat at his work bench, he pulled out a drawer to find something and I noticed that the top of the drawer was completely worn down. Full of holes from drilling and burn marks from the soldering gun. I asked him how long he had been there…. 50 years. Further probing revealed that he had arrived from Peru to Colon as a young man, as the radioman on a big ship. The main engines on the ship failed and when no repairs were in sight he found work in Colon and just stayed on. I asked his age– 79. You would have guessed him in his 50’s. He told his story of settling in Colon and building a life with grandchildren and a home overlooking the Caribbean. He knew radios. Electronica Cristobal – Joaquin Vizcaino 6675-7433.

Certifying a Viking 6 man life raft

Before leaving Shelter Bay, we were discussing games with Art and Celia and it turned out that Art is a big fan of cribbage. We don’t have a cribbage board and Lisa and I have never played. Off I went to the boat yard, where I scrounged a piece of scrap teak from the work area. In no time, we had a hand-crafted cribbage board. Art turned out to be a patient teacher and no money was lost in learning the rudiments of the game.

Learning Cribbage

Onward to San Blas

Our first stop on the way to San Blas was at Portobello and the rainy overcast gave a somber feel to the 16th century Spanish fortification there. After a rainy night we proceeded through several squalls to arrive at our first anchorage at Chicheme catching a Big Eye Tuna along the way.

We spent three weeks in the San Blas with Art and Celia. The San Blas Islands are a group of islands inhabited by the Guna Yala tribe. While being part of the Country of Panama, this group of islands is self-governed by the Congresso de Guna Yala. The meetings are held frequently and all tribal members are free to speak. The meetings tend to run a little long, so someone is always assigned the task of randomly shrieking out loud just to keep everyone on their toes. (Try that at your next meeting!)

Molas of the Guna Yala

The Guna Yala are a matriarchal society and also famous for their molas which are images formed by stitching layers of cloth in different colors. Transgender people are an accepted part of the society.

Ulus of the San Blas

The various islands are roughly five to ten miles apart, and the Gunas travel between them in sailing ulus. The ulus are carved out of a single tree. The mast is set in a thwart in the forward 20 percent of the boat. The mast is rigged when preparing to sail, and lowered at other times.

It’s a pretty interesting place and culture and you can read more about it here. BBC Travel Guna Yala

The Guna Yala live from the sea with lobster and fish very easily caught. We caught a big eye tuna and a king mackerel. Art made Poke from the Big eye one night, which was delicious.

King Mackerel have TEETH

Changing Views of the San Blas

These islands rise only a few feet above sea level making it very easy to observe the effects of sea level rise in these islands. Our charts from the Bauhouse guide were made in 2015 by a man who used high tech equipment to take literally millions of soundings of the area. His charts clearly show some long islands that are now broken into three pieces by the rising waters flooding the lowest portions of the island.

Snorkeling at West Hollandes

Our favorite anchorage was at West Hollandes which had great snorkeling to see beautiful coral gardens.

Another interesting stop was at Dog Island, where the captain of a sinking freighter deliberately ran his small ship aground in order to save its cargo. The wreck is easily available for snorkelers…

Cruising with Friends

Having friends aboard was great fun. We always learn something from these guys, including how to go 2 up on a SUP, and how to use noodles while cooling off with a beer after a hot day….

Meanwhile the generator was not done with its shenanigans and began to leak oil. A lot of oil, about 1/3 qt per hour! Despite a careful inspection, we could not find the leak and assumed the end seal had failed. With four people on board, we cannot live on solar alone and need an hour or two of generator time each evening. So, every other day we mopped most of a quart of engine oil out of the pan and in no time that used up all of our oil absorbent pads. Luckily, it turns out you can wring them out and use them again! During the three weeks we leaked 2 gallons of motor oil. No Bueno.

We left our friends in the small town of Carti, arriving in a total downpour. The muddy fresh water is less dense than the salty ocean and created a muddy layer easily seen in our wake.

Muddy wake

Fittingly, our last days in Panama were rainy ones (thankfully without lightening too close). We spent the time learning cribbage and watching the weather for our long-anticipated passage to Cartagena, Colombia. Finally, with a forecast for 70 percent reaching conditions in winds to 15 knots we departed in overcast conditions and lumpy 4 foot, 5 second seas. Despite using the recommended waypoints for our journey, the reaching conditions never materialized and we motored against 4 knots of wind in sloppy conditions, arriving in Cartagena 30 hours later. True to form in our cruising experience, the weather is never right….

Land Ho

Arriving at Club de Pesca Marina, with the boat set up for a normal docking situation, we were confronted with our first mooring between pilings opportunity. The complexity was too much for my tired brain, and we opted to anchor out. Time to rest. HA

We arrived during a weekend celebration. The normally crowded channel was even more packed with a parade of charter boats all blasting music and bright lights until late into the night (dawn)…. Quite a contrast from the secluded San Blas Islands I’d say. Welcome to Colombia!

Many more adventures to come, including Christmas in Cartagena and a haul-out/Footloose spa treatment at the yard.

P.S. Spidey is now an illegal alien in Colombia, if he survives the boatyard…

What’s the Why?

When we set off on this cruising adventure in 2016, we were full of anticipation of how it would all unfold. Everything was brand new. New boat, new places, new people, new way of life.  Well, now that we are a bit more seasoned—the novelty of some things, like haul outs, hurricane prep, talking cell phone plans and ordering parts in foreign countries, have lost some of their once innocent luster. Some days (well most), it’s too hot. Some days, it’s too frustrating, like when cleaning green moss off of — everything. Some days our why question sounds more like “tell me again just WHY we are doing this?  Most of our friends and family wish us well and listen to our stories with some wonderment. And others honestly look at us with a not so subtle air of bewilderment ( “so this is fun to you?”).  We laugh and explain away why it all works out and why we like it so much. (Are we convincing them or us?) Sometimes it seems that words fail to truly express our Why for cruising. We tell some exciting story, perhaps with a little storm peppered into the tale. Or of the time we had to wait 3 months for an inverter delivery in Costa Rica before moving on, what a hoot that was we say, laughing now. In response, there’s the look. Like the one your sweet grandmother might nod with, while you explain the intricate symbolism behind your tattoo. How nice. Truth is we all have a why for the things we choose to do. While some may prefer a Princess cruise to our adventure, there’s a why for that too.  For us, our why has evolved, and with it a deeper appreciation for all we get to do and see on our strong boat—even if it is too darn hot!   And with that spirit, Season 5 is underway!

Island Time: Bocas Del Toro

After the excitement of the Panama Canal transit, we needed a break. What better place to chill out than Bocas del Toro? That was our thinking in mid-December. Little did we know of what was to come. With the onset of the Covid-19 Pandemic, we got much more of a break than we ever imagined. Before the virus hit, we had some good times here in Bocas, even had guests visit in February. Then, just as we were preparing to pick up anchor and travel on to the San Blas Islands and Cartagena, Colombia, BAM – the Coronavirus was here and spreading. We quickly decided it was safer to stay put than to risk the unknowns of other ports. As I write this, it has been 50 days since we docked at Red Frog Marina to quarantine and shelter in place. We are quite literally stranded on an island (always wanted to say that). We are not alone talking with the coconuts (Wilson?) though. We are here alongside many other cruisers waiting this out. We are all shaken in vastly different ways. The local community is rallying to help out the indigenous families throughout the islands here. The local Soroptimist group and others are working together to raise funds, collect donations, and deliver food and supplies as needed. Michael and I are healthy, safe, and admittedly our concerns are minimal compared to so many. We do worry about family back in the states and are waiting for air travel to open back up in Panama to plan that. Meanwhile, here we sit with time on our hands and time to think. I’m reminded of how life as you know it can turn on a dime. I’m also reminded to savor the good times. In that spirit, I’m sharing this blog about our adventures in Bocas, a very good place to chill and re-calibrate indeed.

But first we had to get there…

Our trip from Shelter Bay Marina to Bocas del Toro may best be described as “Current Beware”. Uncharacteristically, we departed without topping off our fuel. On the morning of our departure, the fuel barge was gone from the marina and wouldn’t be back until the afternoon. Problem was, we wanted to leave in the morning to allow us the best time table to arrive Bocas in the daylight. The weather was benign and we calculated that we had two and a half times the amount of fuel required for this passage (150nm). Our thinking was flawed, having not seriously considered the current. Whoops. What should have been a snoozer of a trip was agitated with anxiety as our boat speed dropped below 4 knots (expected 7+). Michael began measuring fuel levels by dipstick (not completely trusting the gauges), and “estimating” how much longer we could muster, before running out of fuel. I know, I know, we are a sailboat. But, there was zilch wind and 2 knots of current. We considered options, few as they were in this stretch. Anchorages are limited and we decided we didn’t want to spend the fuel it would take to find them. We nervously stayed our course. 35 hours or so later… and countless prayers, we arrived with just enough fuel to spare. Drama averted, we arrived at twilight on a warm Sunday afternoon, and tied up safely at Red Frog Marina with a fuel dock winking at us 50 feet from our bow.

Red Frog Beach Island Marina

Home Sweet Home

Red Frog Marina is located on Isla Bastimentos or “Basti” for short. And while swimming dock side is not recommended (did you see those jelly fish?) – there are many other reasons to love it here at Red Frog.

It’s Pretty for One

This marina features a spectacular backyard (island) with tropical landscapes, hiking trails, wild beaches, mysterious creatures, and several good restaurants.

And Friendly

Crew on Bear Baloo

Red Frog (and Bocas in general) has a velcro reputation. Many people arrive and stay for a season or two or three… Some return seasonally, a few become permanent liveaboards and others transform into dirt people, moving to mountain homes above the mangroves. We’ve met all kinds here. There is a daily VHF net to connect with fellow cruisers and the broader Bocas community. We’ve also met many who, like us, are traveling on. (I think). We met a delightful family from Germany aboard Bear Baloo. They were a part of this year’s ARC, and bound for the Marquesas/South Pacific. I just love the boat name, inspired by the beloved sleepy bear character in Kipling’s (and Disney’s) Jungle Book. Such an apt name for a cruising boat I think, in no hurry, patient, and with the theme song “Bare Necessities“.

Bocas Del Toro

Arriving Bocas del Toro

From the sound of it, you might think that we never left the marina. Not true. Before the lockdown, we did get off the dock to explore and I have pictures to prove it! Before we get to the pictures…. Where are we? Perhaps I should have started with this (thanks Wikipedia): The Bocas del Toro Archipelago is a group of islands in the Caribbean Sea in the northwest of Panama. The archipelago separates Almirante Bay and Chiriquí Lagoon from the open Caribbean Sea. The archipelago is part of the Bocas del Toro District which is part of Bocas del Toro Province. The major city is Bocas del Toro, also called Bocas Town (or simply Bocas), on Isla Colón. The islands are accessible by water taxis and private boats. 

Bocas Town

I don’t have many pictures of Bocas, but the ones I do have tell a story. Bocas is a funky, hippyish town with many surf and gift shops. It is a popular tourist hub flocked by backpackers and other travelers each year. Before the lockdown, we visited Bocas weekly, primarily to provision. Our shopping days often would start with a good cup of coffee and sometimes breakfast at Amaranto. Then – time permitting – ended with lunch at Om Cafe. Love the Buddha Bowls! Red Frog provides a free water taxi service Monday-Friday, 10-1. So, your objective is to get all shopping & errands complete before the return trip taxi departs at 1:00. (Yes, there are other water taxies available after 1 for a small fee; but, where’s the fun in that?) We Red Frogger cruisers typically relish the challenge of wrapping up the shopping trip within the 3-hour slot. Mind you this is not a one-stop-shop kind of shopping. Oh no, we shop around, with multiple stops: Isla Colon grocery for frozen fruit, Tutty N Fish for pork chops & fresh tuna, Super Gourmet for heirloom tomatoes, and coffee-flavored HäagenDazs, the vegetable stand for pineapples and romaine, the Ferretería for propane, Bocas Island Express for boat part shipments…you get the idea. We lug our stuff across town, store to store, with our provision sturdy bags, in the sweaty humid heat or rain and often both — with time to spare! Oh, how I miss those days. We are not permitted to leave Red Frog/Basti during this lockdown. 49 days and counting. I do long for our next provision run to Bocas!

Ready? Let the Fireworks Begin!

Now for some pictures. I wouldn’t normally describe Michael & I as daring per se, yet for New Year’s Eve, Michael threw all caution to the wind and organized a water taxi to take eight brave (foolhardy) cruisers from Red Frog Marina to town for the quintessential Bocas fireworks competition. It did not disappoint. If you missed the video, check this out.

Another Side to Bocas

The more time you spend somewhere, the more likely you are to discover that there’s more to it than first meets the eye. Take Bocas for example– Main Street may not be a thing of beauty, but did you know there is a Botanic Garden here called Finca Los Monos? We enjoyed a guided tour around this 25 acre tropical garden. Listen to the Oropendola!

Adventures with Guests

The Floating Bar, near Bocas Anchorage

After the holidays, we settled into a bit of a rut doing boat projects and watching the rain. Wait a minute, I thought this was the dry season? Oh, this is the dry season in Panama! Mind you, it’s still quite hot and humid. The dark, dank days began to weigh on us. The boat project list lost its allure. We were – bored? We needed to shake things up. We invited some dear friends from California to join us and lo and behold they said yes! Turns out Bocas is not the easiest place to get to by air, so we were grateful for their effort. We all enjoyed an adventure by van to beautiful Boquete.

Boquete, a Birder’s Paradise

Boquete is a small town on the Caldera River, in western Panama. The surrounding Chiriquí Highlands are home to coffee plantations and the Barú Volcano National Park, to the west. To get there from Bocas, we took a water taxi to Almirante and then boarded a van for an eight-hour bumpy ride, winding our way on a rough, narrow road to our sweet destination. Why Boquete? First, it’s nestled high in the mountains–some 1,200 metres (3,900 ft) above sea level, making its climate much cooler. So much so, that I wore pants and shoes and socks, and even a jacket while there. I can’t tell you how good that mountain air felt to me. Next, I adore birds, might even consider myself a novice-birder. I can watch them for hours, but have a long way to go with identification! With that in mind, I booked us a cottage at Tinamou, a deluxe jungle and birding lodge. From our balcony, we could watch birds or simply stare off into the tranquil forest. Hans and Terry, the wonderful hosts, have lived here on Finca Habbus de Kwie, a 22 Acre private forest reserve for many years. They still grow coffee on the land, though are no longer in the coffee business. They offer cultural, hiking and birding tours in addition to hosting the cottages. Each morning a basket with fresh bread, pastries and rich Boquete coffee was waiting outside our door. Terry led us on a birding tour along the Quetzal trail, where we saw or heard forty-two different species, including the Resplendent Quetzel. I am not ashamed to say that I screamed when I saw it in flight. The Three-Wattled Bell Birds are fascinating! Boquete’s town is sweet too with many excellent restaurants and divine coffee. We toured Finca Dos Jefes, a coffee farm that bases its farming schedule around the lunar calendar. Thus, their coffee brand, Cafés de la Luna (Coffee of the Moon), which all begins as a cherry on a tree. A fantastic guide walked us around the farm discussing the intricacies of coffee farming and production, as well as the complicated politics tied to the coffee bean. The tour ended with a tasting, which included the coveted “Geisha” brew. Wow, we hiked, we birded, we feasted, we caffeinated we cooled off and loved our five days (too short ) in Boquete.

Exploring on Footloose

Resort at Punta Characol

Back from Boquete, we quickly provisioned and cast off the dock to go explore some anchorages. Felicia and Paul were such good sports. We enjoyed cooking and swimming and even a morning paddle boarding with dolphins off of Starfish Beach. As Serendipity would have it, we cruised over to a nearby anchorage off of Punta Characol and met some friends on Shearwater, who had their son visiting. We all got together for some captain hour sunsets and even a seafood feast at the resort. Felicia, Paul, and Michael went snorkeling one morning, while I enjoyed some quiet time cleaning up on the boat. It was fun to share a taste of cruising life with our friends. Although, I’m sure they could have done without the bug bites! Grateful to have shared this time with them.

What’s Next?

Felicia and Paul departed on March 4th at what turned out to be just in time. It wouldn’t be long before Panama would impose strict restrictions and close down airports. After they left, we continued to cruise around, making our way to lovely Dolphin Bay and Rana Azul. Unfortunately, our cruise came to an abrupt end. As the ports were reportedly closing soon, we canceled all plans and retreated to Red Frog where we are still waiting. We are sad to see what so many are going through. This time will pass, but what comes next? Before we left for cruising (nearly 4 years ago), my Mother-in-law gave me a gift, a necklace with a ring charm inscribed with “All Shall Be Well.” I wear it always and it reminds me to remain calm during the storms. I’m working on it.

Be Safe, Stay Well Everyone!

Lisa (& Michael)

What We Did This Summer- 2019

After a season of travel through the windiest regions of Central America,  we returned home from a steamy Panama to the cool California,  Ahhh.   It was a summer of few photos, but we enjoyed seeing friends and family again.

We started out staying with my friend Dennis Olson and attending Gus Beam’s Wedding.  Gus is the son of Marconi Cove Yacht Club member, Mark Peters…  I have known Gus since the car seat days and he is now an attorney practicing in Sacramento.  The bride and groom have known each other since middle school and witnessing their marriage was our pleasure.

After wearing out our welcome at the Olson’s, we moved over to our old neighbors Mike and Carrolyn’s place in Ballena Bay.  Centrally located in the Bay Area, we were able to visit with old friends and have my long awaited vitrectomy.  After a career spent advising patients to avoid this procedure, which among other things removes floaters (good), but also has a risk of causing retina detachments (bad).  I found myself so troubled by the floaters, which started in our first year of cruising, that I sought treatment, breaking my own advice.  Dr. Michael Jumper did an excellent job and my vision is much better.  I still have a large floater in my left eye, but having one good eye is a huge improvement and I doubt I will proceed with the left eye.

Rockridge Cafe after Vitrectomy.. been eating there since the 80’s

I had a follow up a few days later and then we were off to Soda Springs.

In Soda Springs, our sailing friends Lou, Patrice and Bear have a house, and put us up for a few days to enjoy the Tahoe area magnificence.

We enjoyed a quick visit with our cruising friends, Tod and Donna, in Grass Valley before our return to the Bay Area to catch a flight; we were off to St Louis.

My optometry license goes away permanently in April 2020, so I decided to move it to New Mexico, where work seems to be plentiful.  There is a shortage of optometrists in the state, and being of relatively sound mind and body (some might argue) I don’t think I would mind working a few days a week. So off we went to St Louis for the American Academy of Optometry annual meeting for some continuing education. It felt good to engage my brain in my old profession.

We loved Saint Louis.  Lisa found us an AirBNB that saved us hundreds of dollars over the conference rate.  A short walk through the campus of the Washington School of Medicine and then a short light rail to the conference downtown.

We stayed a week in St Louis and enjoyed a trip to the famous arch.  I never realized it was made of welded stainless steel plate.  We took the trip to the top in little trolleys (not for claustrophobics) that tip as the car moves up the curved legs of the arch keeping the occupants vertical.  At the top, a fantastic view of the capital and the ball park.

On the last day, we took a stroll through one of St. Louis’ great old neighborhoods near Forest Park.  A man working in his front yard told us these homes sold between 800K and 1.2 Million or so.  Lots of old, beautiful square feet for the dollar… not so sure about the maintenance.

Then off to New Mexico.

First stop was a visit to my parents in Roy. They are 89, and I am blessed to have both of them.  My mom had pulled a muscle in her leg and was in a lot of pain. After a couple hospital visits, I thought finally we would convince them to move closer to my brother Christopher in Farmington (7 hours away).  But, after a few days of better medication management, her pain subsided somewhat, and all bets were off.   Now they are once again adamant about living the rest of their days on their ranch. I respect their wishes, though it is very worrisome for me. I feel cursed that they won’t listen to me, but everyone makes their own choices and I have to live with that.

After a lot of driving, we retreated to my brother’s house in Farmington.  Great spending time with them and in some ways getting to know them better.

My nephew Mason turned 16.

In the middle of it all Sandy’s mom died.  I suited up and flew to Southern California for her funeral.  Jeanette is now at Mount Sinai in Hollywood close to her husband Webster and Sandy whom she missed terribly.  For the 12 years since her death all Jeanette could talk about was rejoining Sandy in the afterlife.  She will be missed. My mother in law was a generous and giving person who welcomed me into her family.  I am certain that there was some disappointment that Sandy had not married a Jew, but I always felt welcomed by her entire family. Rest in Peace

Two years ago we purchased property (with two houses) on the Animas river in Farmington. The tenants in the larger house vacated in August and then from the smaller Casita in September.  We took the opportunity to camp out in the big house for two weeks and thoroughly enjoyed the experience.  It was a pleasure to enjoy a cool drink by the river each evening as the sun was going down.  This house distracts us from cruising some as we plan modifications to the property.  Susan, one of the outgoing tenants, shared a couple of pictures of the property during last years more extreme winter.  We remain determined to enjoy cruising as long as possible, as it would feel foolish to abandon this until we are truly done. Perhaps with a modified schedule that includes staying in Farmington with temporary work and family for the summers during hurricane season.

We were concerned to be leaving with both houses empty, but a week later the management company called to tell us that both units had been rented.   🙂

For our last week in the states we were back to Alameda where we enjoyed a week in Felicia’s Yoga Room.  Fun cooking together with Felicia and Paul in their beautiful Bay Street home.

Even though it wasn’t October yet the Halloween season was starting to emerge near Bay Street, famous for its thousands of trick or treaters who attend the festivities on this heavily decorated area of Alameda. Here’s a link to this house from 2017 (I think)

Being in Alameda meant a great dinner with Allison and her husband Jerry and a trip to Berkeley Bowl to bring some goodies as our contribution. At the end of the meal, Lisa looked at her watch and exclaimed “It’s after midnight”….

Berkeley Bowl Cheese

We love our trips back to the US, but we hate living out of a suitcase.  A trip to the states means accumulating thousands of dollars worth of  replacement boat parts, carrying clothes for 5 months, shlepping a couple of computers, and camera gear which this year included a drone that needed repair. The beauty of traveling by boat is the ability to travel to new places with your home.  On the boat we don’t lose stuff.

We Don’t Pack Light

Thank you to all who hosted us this summer!

 

 

New Season, New Blog

Hello Friends,

After another busy off season/summer visiting with family and friends, we are getting excited to return to Footloose and kick off our next season from Panama.  Many people wonder what we do with our downtime in between anchorages and boat work:)  Well funny you should ask…  After many many hours of video editing and site preparation, Michael and I are counting down to the launch of our new blog about the people we meet while cruising. September 1st we will launch Cruisinglives.com with four video posts to get things started. To learn more, please watch our introductory video at https://cruisinglives.com/.  We’d appreciate you sharing this blog with your friends and don’t forget to subscribe! 🍾🥳

Never fear, we will continue writing this sailfootloose blog too– sharing our adventures on Footloose, including our highly anticipated transit of the Panama Canal in January. Stay tuned and thank you all for your support!

Fair Winds Everyone,

Lisa and Michael

 

 

Costa Rica to Panama, It’s a Wrap!

Last Sunset Age 64

My last blog left off at Marina Papagayo, with Michael having installed our new inverter. Many miles have traversed since then. What a trip this season has been with 2000 nm, 6 countries, some trials, great adventures, many laughs, a few lessons, and above all breathtaking vistas. Best told with pictures, so here goes:

Gulfo de Nicoya, Costa Rica

Underway again!

Frustrations from boat repair delays fell away as we left Playa del Coco to the Gulfo de Nicoya in Costa Rica. As promised, the Papagayo winds did finally ease. First stop was Bahia Samera to rest then Ballena for Michael’s birthday. Making short trips daily, we anchored and enjoyed many new places, briefly sublime. 

Bahia Drake

Footloose at Bahia Drake

We usually travel in daylight, but seriously overdone by the sun (85-90 average temp with humidity to match), we decided to travel over night to Bahia Drake. It was a calm and cool night, arriving  at dawn to a quiet anchorage. Bahia Drake is situated in the lush Oso Peninsula. We reunited with our buddy boats Paradisea and Sonamara and lingered a couple weeks there, enjoying walks around the small town, and taking a couple tours to Corcovado Park and Isla Cano, ominous for being the place where more lightening strikes occur annually than anywhere in the world. We hired a panga to take us there. We were able to tie our dinghy to the Oso lodge dock to walk about and explore. The staff at Oso were helpful in setting up the tours. All in all, Bahia Drake was a favorite stop in Costa Rica.

Rainforest Tour in Corcovado Park

Bittern, Corcovado Park

Getting to this tour was perhaps the most thrilling part. The panga picked us up from our boats and then traveled around the point to the beach where our park tour would begin. They drove through the rocks and crashing waves and backed us in to shore. It was hair raising. On shore, we took a great hike through the forest with our guide, trying not to think about the perilous return trip. The panga crew and boat were both strong and brave and we were back aboard our boats before sundown with more stories to tell.

Snorkeling at Isla del Caño

We didn’t swim as much as I’d hoped for this year. The water was either too rough with strong current or too muddy or too something else to encourage diving in. At last, we had it almost just right snorkeling at Caño. Alas, I did get stung by jellies, but still worth it.

Gulfo Dulce

We departed April 14 for Puerto Jiminez.  A large delightful group of dolphins escorted us along the way. It was hot, humid, calm, no wind for sailing. We anchored at 1430.  I was somewhat distracted on this trip, thinking about the Masters. I am a huge golf fan and that’s something I miss out here. We had wi-fi at anchor and I quickly logged in to check on the tournament. Tiger won his 5th green jacket, a momentous comeback in the sport.  We spent a few days in Gulfo Dulce, with Bahia Rincon being a favorite, though it did have its anchoring challenges with very uneven bottom (depths quickly vary from 15 to 50 feet).  After a few days at anchor, we checked in at Golfito Marina and appreciated the air condition after a few weeks of none. Golfito would be our final stop in Costa Rica. 

Panama 

Isla Parida Anchorage

We began the season thinking and planning for the end destination of Panama. It’s hard to explain the emotion behind accomplishing this goal. We set off from Golfito eager to see some of the anchorages in western Panama on the way to Vista Mar Marina. 300 nm, let’s do this!

We are so glad we allowed time to stop at these anchorages on the way to Vista Mar. Secluded, Tranquil, and Gorgeous!

Isla Parida

Isla Seca

Bahia Honda and Ensenada Naranjo

Bahia Honda is a large bay with many anchorages, which we could have explored for days. We stayed only one night and still had several visitors including the National Park Police and the well-known Domingo and his son Kennedy who both visited with their pangas bringing fruit and welcoming smiles. Ensenada Naranjo brought visitors of the insect kind!

Punto Malo

We had our weather window to face the final navigation test of the season – Punto Malo, known for extreme currents and winds.  Looking good, we departed Ensenada Benao at 0530 to round the Point. All calm, Vista Mar here we come.

Punto Malo

We made it!  Grateful for all we’ve seen, the people we’ve met, the countries explored. Grateful for the Panama Posse, a rich resource and community for making this passage. Grateful for our fabulous boat Footloose, which continues to be a strong and beautiful home for us at sea. Grateful for our buddy boats and friends on Paradisea and Sonamara, who made the challenges easier and the celebrations sweeter. We are back in the United States for the summer. Looking forward to Season Four and more footloose adventures in Panama…

Fair Winds everyone-

Lisa and Michael

 

A Night at Naranjo

We’ve been traveling from Costa Rica through North Western Panama.  This part of the coast is very remote.  We have had no cell signal for 6 days.  That means no internet…Are we starting to shake?  It’s very hot and sticky but at least the days are overcast as Panama heads into rainy season.  Each little bay, surrounded by dense jungle that overhangs the beaches, has squads of Parrots flying overhead in pairs squawking to each other noisily.  The bays often have a small boat with a couple of guys fishing who have braved the surf in their small boats.  In Mexico the fisherman’s Pangas had lots of freeboard and big Yamaha engines with at least 75 horsepower. Here the boats are Pirogues.. narrower than Pangas, sturdily built from fiberglass or wood plank construction, but a 20 horsepower is a big motor.  Sometimes you see these small boats motoring between the bays with five or six people on board.

Hills of Naranjo

After a pleasant day motor sailing we arrive at Ensenada Naranjo with about 150 miles remaining to reach our season’s resting place at the Vista Mar marina. As we pull into the protected bay, the Pacific swell subsides and we anchor in 30 feet of water. On a mooring ball a small pirogue is at rest, brightly painted in red.  We set up the bridle and back down to ensure that the anchor is set.  As we look out over the hills, we are reminded of Northern California with the coastal hills green turning gold as the hills wait for the drenching to come during Panama’s famous rainy season, just 30 degrees warmer than California with twice the humidity. It’s happy hour, and although we have stopped drinking alcohol for now, we lie down on the trampoline with a cool drink of fruit juice and soda water.  We watch as 20 or so white brahma cattle graze the steep hills.

Grazing Brahmas

Suddenly a single shot rings out. Yesterday, at Bahia Honda, we were boarded by a man in a small blue pirogue carrying an AR 15 and a pistol. He was very friendly, and wearing a national police uniform for Panama, although it looked like he might have stolen the shirt. He welcomed us to the anchorage, assuring us that we were safe, but guns do make us nervous. We get the binoculars and I see a man walking down the beach with a rifle. He seems to be looking towards us. Two women watch from the little house on the beach, one very obese and one in a bright red tee shirt that almost matches the boat.  As I nervously scan the beach I notice a tan colored head in the water swimming between the man with the rifle and our boat, possibly a dog, except the nose doesn’t look quite right.

Another man appears, dragging a smaller pirogue down the beach. He sets off with one paddle through the surf from the steep beach. The man on the beach is yelling instructions to the man in the boat. The creature turns to avoid the small boat and I see the ears that tell me it’s a deer swimming in a panic. Nervously I think don’t shoot.  Eventually the man in the small boat puts a line around the animal’s neck finishing it off. After a brief struggle with the deer in the water the man pulls the animal into the pirogue and paddles back to the shore, as the two women look on. The man carries the deer up the shore to the waiting women, and the anchorage is peaceful again. Unnerving to say the least.

We resume happy hour and eat an early dinner outside. The last few nights we have developed a new practice. To fight off the humidity and heat we have been running the generator for air conditioning for a few hours before bed. This cools off the cabin giving us a better chance at getting to sleep. We have noticed previously that insects are attracted to the lights on the boat so as the darkness sets in, we turn off the cockpit lights and head indoors.   Now, with the air conditioning and the cabin lights on we sit listening to an audible book.  In The Path Between the Seas: The Creation of the Panama Canal, 1870-1914 the author is describing the difficulties of building the Panama canal, with malaria, yellow fever, insects, heat, and rain.  As we are listening to these harsh godforsaken conditions experienced by the French engineers and all of the workers who endured such adversity, Lisa suddenly lets out a shriek.  Our cabin door is built like a patio door.  With large, thick plastic panes and a tightly fitted aluminum frame.  Beyond the panes are thousands of insects, attracted by the lights in the cabin.

Bugs

Flying ants, crickets, beetles, moths a nightmare of entomology.  We are trapped in the cabin.  Some of the creatures have a golden thorax with what appears to be a white LED on the underside…easy to see, as they are walking on the window. Then we notice that the “LEDs” are in fact flashing a bright greenish gold.  Chapter four is about to start and we call it a night.  I figure that turning out the lights will cause the bugs to abandon the party on Footloose.  Our dreams interrupted by visions of creepy crawlies, we awaken to a cockpit filled with a snow bank of wings shed from the flying ants. Some partiers remain, snacking on the bodies of those who did not survive the bacchanal.  Using the wash down hose, we wash away the evidence and get underway for Bahia Benao, after which we will round Punta Mala named so for the huge tidal currents, winds, and swells which focus at this turn into the Bay of Panama.

A school of tuna are leaping out of the water glinting blue in the sunrise. Perhaps, I’ll catch a fish.

Costa Rica is for the Birds!

Marina Papagayo (look for the green Footloose)

After a few days of hanging out in Playa del Coco Anchorage with the Papagayo winds blowing like snot, we were relieved to dock at Marina Papagayo. This was to be a quick stop, a week no more, eager to get moving to the Gulf of Nicoya. When we arrived there was a Panama Posse fleet here, which made it fun to catch up with boats on our route, including Michelle & Juan on Ay Caramba, who also own a Catana. We’ve met only a few Catana people out here, so we were happy to exchange some stories and tour their 431. Other than socializing, we  made the most of our week taking care of some boat projects. Michael was able to repair our main sail bag, which was huge, since the zipper had broke, leaving our main sail vulnerable to the elements. We also sewed the unraveling bits on our gennaker and once again re-furled it, tighter this time, fingers crossed it will unfurl and furl with ease as we anticipate using this sail quite a bit going south. AHHH. Footloose is all cleaned up and ready to go. Our last night at Marina Papagayo, we splurged and went out for dinner at a neighboring resort restaurant with our buddy boat partners, Paradisea and Sonamara. Over Manhattans, we chatted about our sail plan for the following morning, expecting to depart at 0600. Returning to the boat, I noticed that the air condition was off — did we trip a breaker?  Also- the AC panel was all lit up red. Uh, Michael, I think there’s a problem. Long story short, our Mastervolt inverter/charger was down. Michael was up until one am troubleshooting, but to no avail. Plans aborted, we watched our friends leave the harbor at dawn. We’ll catch up, but now it’s time for us to order parts in foreign places. Concerned because we’ve heard how expensive Costa Rica can be. How would this work?  Dan who manages the Marina, walked us through our options, including flying to Florida to pick it up and carrying it through customs. Imagining our new inverter being tossed about in luggage, we opted to have it shipped with a freight forwarder. 2 weeks approximately.  Costly setback for sure.

While we sorted things out, many sights to see around the marina. Many of the posse fleet had departed, but a new one rolled in, Interlude, with Captain Mike, making his way back from Panama to Mexico. We first met on the HAHA 16, so it was especially nice to reconnect and reflect on where we’ve been.

Waiting for Inverter Delivery… Flexible sailors, we try not to cry, but we do find ways to mend disappointment. In this case, we got out of Dodge, away from the dock, in search of birds and monkeys, and Costa Rican Pura Vida! The wildlife and bird watching in particular at Palo Verde National Park and La Fortuna (Arenal Volcano) did the trick.

Palo Verde

Birds of Palo Verde

Palo Verde National Park is home to spectacular wetlands and one of the best examples of a tropical dry forest. It was quite dry and windy during our visit. The water level in the surrounding marshes was also low, so some species had already departed for temperate summer nesting grounds. Probably better to visit December – February for full-spectrum of birds that migrate here every year. The Roseate Spoonbills, for example, had pretty much cleared out (we saw one or two, but two weeks earlier they were plentiful when our friend visited).  Still, we saw plenty of other species. Thanks to a friend’s recommendation, we booked two nights at the OTS (Organization for Tropical Studies) Lodge, located right in the heart of the park. This is not a tourist place by any stretch. Most visitors are scientists, researchers, academics. They do welcome mere novice bird aficionados, so we were in. The lodging is basic with no air conditioning and mosquito nets hung over the twin beds. We did have our own bathroom with warm water. No matter, as we were not here for 600 thread count sheets. It was comfortable and cheap with three meals included with the lodging (bonus, given the aforementioned inverter order). Plus there were interesting people, and wondrous birds.  We rose with the sun and hiked to marshlands with cameras and binoculars. Jose, the young man working in reception, also serves as a guide. He introduced us to the nearby marshland and pointed out the birds in his scope. We also befriended a couple visiting from Holland, Marc and Pauline (pronounced Pauline EH). Marc is a serious and knowledgeable bird watcher. Outside the dining hall was our favorite spot for dining and talking about birds, travel, and even some politics.  We also met Gernot and Richard Kunz, a father and son team of biologists visiting from Austria. Gernot is an entomologist, so he had light traps set up and collected insect species (leaf cutters) for examination. Apparently, the dry air and full moon were not ideal conditions. He was passionate about teaching and mentoring future biology teachers to learn more about the morphology of organisms.  He also was an advocate for the spider family, who undeservedly are the most feared in the insect kingdom. Go ahead hold the tarantula in your hand! Gernod and Richard have created an application “Animals of Costa Rica”, and continue to update it with every new animal identified (over 7000 photos so far).  He explained how people name new species (never after yourself!).  He showed us a picture of this brightly colored leaf-cutter, which reminded Marc of a Picasso painting, and so it was that he named it thus – “Picasso”.  On the funny side- Gernot noted that someone even named a Caterpillar “Trump.” Laughing I asked, does it have orange hair?  -Yes, as a matter of fact!  We all cracked up. It is also the most venomous in the genus, go figure.  Gernot and Richard went off the beaten path around the park as you might expect. Gernot directed us to a nest, “turn right on Catalina, continue on the road till you reach the lone banana tree, behind that in the Guanacaste tree, third branch up, you can’t miss the large nest with baby Jabirus  We found it!

Birdwatching at Palo Verde: It’s harder than you think. First to spot them or hear them, and then to identify them. Throw in a camera to focus and it is quite challenging. We are still learning, but having fun doing it.

La Fortuna, Arenal Volcano

Toucan with Arenal Backdrop

Leaving Palo Verde, we drove 2 1/2 hours NE to La Fortuna, from the hot and arid climate to the lush rainforest.  Along the way, we picked up hitchhikers, a mother and young daughter escaping Nicaragua to be with family in Liberia, Costa Rica. We let them off at a bus stop near La Fortuna with a few colones.  Wishing them safe travel and reunion. Onward we went, through the curvy mountainous region around Arenal. We stayed at the Arenal Bungalows, again nothing fancy, but nice garden and view of the Arenal Volcano. There is lots to do in this area— ziplines, thermal hot springs, hiking, horseback riding, and of course bird watching. Obviously, a tourist hot spot, a far cry from the solitude of Palo Verde. We went to Mistico Arenal Hanging Bridges Park, where we did a self-guided hike through the park and then returned the following morning for a guided bird watching tour. Our first day, we sat drinking coffee, waiting for our hiking reservation. Sitting next to the gift shop, I turned my head and “WOA is that real?”  I spotted my first Yellow-Throated Toucan just perched on a tree smiling at me. There’s something about your first in most things, including spotting tropical birds.  Thrilling!

Birdwatching at La Fortuna: Many new birds here, varied colors and songs. I walked around with my head tilted back, eyes to the sky, waiting for a glimpse!

No Place Like Home

Marina Sunset

After our four-day tour, we were excited to get back on Footloose. Before giving up the rental car, we stopped at Auto Mercado for one more  provision run and of course lunch at Coconuts at Playa del Coco. Marina Papagayo is really nice, but isolated without a car. There are restaurants and one small market around the marina, but very expensive. We did get a reasonable marina rate with a Panama Posse discount, and the staff and amenities are A+, with great walking and biking paths, a pool to cool off in the afternoon, do-it-yourself lavandaria and a quiet cool conference room with strong wifi. Back on Footloose, we began tracking our inverter shipment. It may be delivered as soon as Friday. Michael should have it installed quickly and we’ll be back in business – ready to catch up with our friends along the Costa Rica passage. 

Fair winds everyone,

Lisa and Michael

Passing the Papagayo

Crossing the Bar

Portions of this entry are for the benefit Panama Posse members and our regular readers can just skip content with brackets and a PP….[PP:………]

The Papagayo winds are gap winds similar to the Tehuantepec winds where the Caribbean trade winds are accelerated and intensified as they pass through gaps in the mountains that form the back bone of Central America.  The goal is to avoid sailing in winds that can gust into the 40 knot range.  So it’s all about the weather window.

Entering Golfo de Fonseca

After an uneventful exit over the bar at Bahia Del Sol, we sailed overnight to enter the Gulf of Fonseca as the sun was coming up.   As we entered this huge gulf, the rising sun revealed many pangas, with various types of fishing gear and a skyline filled with volcanos.  Most pangas fished with nets having the Panga at one end and a black Flag at the other.   Our image stabilizing binoculars have never been more useful as we spotted each net and adjusted course to avoid obstructions.   Getting a net or a longline loaded with hooks wrapped around your propeller, is not good.  For the yacht it may mean diving in the open ocean to cut the propeller free while the boat bounces above your head in the waves. For the fisherman it represents a significant financial loss.   Yet these lines and nets are often poorly marked, with the floats being clear soda bottles.

Unscathed, we made our way to the small town of Amapala, in Honduras.

Amapala

[pp: We anchored in 20 feet of water at 13 deg 17.901 N 087 deg 39.099 W.  The holding is mixed sand and mud.  It took a couple of tries to set but by backing down gently and then letting the anchor settle it held firmly in winds to 20 knots  and a tidal current that was reaching 2 knots.]

We stayed anchored at Amapala while waiting for weather to move further to Puesta del Sol in Nicaragua where we would wait to cross the windiest portion of the Papagayo region off of Lake Nicaragua. Here winds blow fiercely from the Caribbean and can gust to 40 MPH.  Not fun for sailing.

Amapala is a town on the northern edge of Isla Tigre where about 12000 people live scattered around the shore of an island that sports a huge Volcano at its center.  The last eruption was 10,000 years ago.

We bought a few Honduran Lempira at the Casa de Pepsi.   A house at the corner of the main drag one block up from the customs dock.  They are the local Pepsi distributors and also change money out of an old wooden drawer. 23.5 lempira per dollar. The bank rate was 24.5.  With fresh Lempira burning a hole in our pockets we had beers and lunch at El Faro.  Daisy the proprietor, teaches in the school mornings and runs her restaurant in the afternoons.  She served an amazing bowl of seafood soup $10 and crispy filets of Corvina.  We tested all four local beers and the majority felt that Sal Vida was the best Honduran brew at the table. In this part of the world they serve fried plaintain (not as sweet as a banana) instead of french fries.

We  arranged a driver (Gustavo) to take us around the island the next day in the back of his pickup truck ($40), and on the way back to the customs office I met Roberto.  Roberto is in his mid-seventies, and he sauntered up and began telling me stories about the island, Its German heritage, and its history as a shipping port.  He told me he was the best English speaking guide on the island.  I wasn’t sure we would have room for one more passenger so we left it at that.   The next morning however one of our party had a little tourista and stayed off the tour, so we got Gustavo to pick up Roberto on the way.

This turned out to be a great move as Roberto came with his briefcase, a plastic shopping bag, containing a manila folder filled with maps and pictures about the island.  Roberto has a sixth grade education, and taught himself to speak English.   He is an amateur historian for his island but does not use the internet or type…  At 19, he entered the merchant marines, travelling to Hamburg Germany and other ports. Blushingly (if a 75 Year old Honduran can blush) he told us about visiting the red light district in Hamburg with the rest of the crew where the girls all sat in the windows.   He quit the ship because he was only being paid $25 per month. Back at Isla Tigre, he began to work at the port as a stevedore loading and unloading the ships.  He met a girl from El Salvador whom he lived with in common law.  During the 100 hour war with El Salvador they were separated and he has lived as a bachelor ever since.  In typical government fashion, the Honduran’s negotiated a new shipping port at San Lorenzo, and Roberto described a day when the ships just stopped coming.  They had no idea what had happened, and the once vibrant town filled with visiting sailors, bars and restaurants became a shadow of its former self.  Islander’s now live by fishing the productive Gulf of Fonseca.  We saw many fish on the fish finder as we came in.

At the end of the tour, we took Roberto to lunch, although he had his boxed up to share with his nieces and nephews at home.   During lunch, he continued to regal us with stories of his life and the island. Apparently Albert Einstein stayed there.  We gave him a tip of 30 dollars for his time which he seemed grateful for.

Roberto and Daisy

One last point about Amapala is the check in check out process.  At immigration you get fingerprinted using equipment provided by the United States.  The officials here speak no English.  The port captain on the other hand is a friendly man who loves to practice his English on the visitors and flirt with the ladies.  Since he has all of this going on, he is a little loose on the details.  Make sure you have all of your documents, and that the exit Zarpe is correctly filled out.   He printed our Zarpe three times trying to get it right but nevertheless the third copy still has a speck of white out changing an 8 to the 6 in our Coast Guard documentation number.  The officials are all at the end of the big concrete pier.

[pp:Helpers will assist you in tying up to the steps which is not a “sketchy“ as  it looks.   Bring a long painter 20 feet plus.  They will shift your boat as the tides change.  Having a fender on board may also be helpful.   3-5 dollars seems to bring a smile depending on how long they have been “watching”.  Paying in Lempira is best.]

The conditions between the Gulf of Fonseca and Puesta del Sol in Nicaragua are pretty benign. So we made a day’s run entering through the narrow mouth.

[PP:Enter in the middle with 15 feet of depth go to the first red mark and turn 100 to 200 feet shy in 20-30 feet.  Keep the red buoys on your right and follow into the marina.  I saw 6 feet briefly before the last red buoy one hour after low tide]

First mark at Puesta del Sol

We checked into the country with the help of lovely Juanita, who translated for us and helped each boat get through the three Spanish only officials.

[PP:Total fees on entry were $79 Bring exact change, ones and 5’s, no one has change and your change just seems to find a home somewhere else not on your official Recibo.]

The Navy guy boarded our boat, and asked for a $5.00 donation.  I told him loudly that he could have my change from the immigration guy.  He shushed me and told me no problem.   His behavior left the impression that bribes are a strictly prohibited here and he wanted no trouble.   After he left I felt bad knowing with certainty that he is probably seriously underpaid.

The Marina is attached to a nice hotel with a good restaurant and swimming pool.   Because of the social unrest in Nicaragua, there are few tourists and the hotel is clearly in survival mode.  They run the generator 10 hours a day with a gap from 2 to 5 in the afternoon.   That’s when the cruisers meet at the pool to cool off.   Service in the Restaurant is slow due to the minimal staff.  Juanita, who runs the place even helps in the kitchen.   We waited 2 hours for our meal, and were amazed when they delivered food for twelve with different dishes all at once and hot.   A work around for this is to order an hour or so ahead of your show up time.   We really can’t say enough to praise the helpful pleasant hotel staff.

[PP: Our exit had another $54 in fees]

The next step was to plan our crossing of the most severe region of the Papagayo, south eastern Nicauragua.  We planned to cross the gulf in two steps. Puesta del Sol to an open anchorage at Matsachapa.  The following day we would plan to cross the windiest portion that lies off shore of Lake Nicaragua.

One recommended strategy for this region is to look at the gust strength rather than the wind strength.  Forecasts showed winds in the mid-teens which is very comfortable sailing but gusts into the thirties..not so much.

The first day we sailed with the first reef and motor sailed through variable conditions.   Our little fleet of 5 boats anchored for the night at Matsachapa as planned.

[PP: The waypoint from the Sarana guide was pretty inshore and the Pacific swell coming into the bay felt like it was piling up and getting ready to break.   So we anchored outside the Sarana guide waypoint at 11 deg 47.884 min N  086 deg 32.014min W in 19 feet of water just after low tide.  We use our fish finder when anchoring and the bottom looked irregular but like a sand bottom.  Our set was very abrupt. Like hitting a concrete block.  One of our buddy boats anchored just south and east of us and they felt their chain moving over what felt like rocks.   When they tried to recover the anchor it was stuck in the bottom and they wound up losing their anchor when the swivel failed.  Boats that were 100 yards or more astern and west of us seemed to have no problems.  One of our group felt that we were anchored on a lava flow.]

Anchored at Matsachapa

Motor sailing in high winds on a beam reach may seem like a lame strategy, but we expected winds varying from the teens to the thirties, so we organized our sail plan to handle 40 knots…third reef and adjusted our Genoa when winds were lighter for a prolonged period.   Having the motor on allowed us to have good speed in lighter air while protecting the boat in stronger gusts.  For the second leg our winds were constant low to mid 20’s with sustained gusting to 34.  One of buddy boats had their head board car system fail while beam reaching in high winds on this leg.  Their sail bag was damaged in the process.

Our first stop in Costa Rica was at Bahia Santa Elena, a beautiful and protected bay.  After anchoring, I had the customary celebratory anchoring beer and listened to the strange bird sounds coming from the mangroves.   As I watched in the binoculars, three birds were loudly chasing each other and as they turned in the setting sun their wings flashed bright green….wild Parrots.  This bay feels remote like some anchorages in the Sea of Cortez, we could have stayed there a week,  but big winds were coming, and we needed to check in to Costa Rica, so we took the opportunity of a light air day to move to Playa del Coco.

[PP:The best anchoring at Santa Elena is probably on the north west side of the bay but these spots were already taken.  The head of the bay is reported as mud on our Navionics SD card, so I anchored in the east portion of the bay on a lee shore at 10 deg 54.810 min N 085 deg 47.952 W in 29 feet over sand mud shells.  We had a solid full RPM set, but with the chain out we were a little close to shore still in 30 feet.  Doing it again I would drop in Mid 30’s].

At Playa del Coco we dropped the hook, and jumped into the delicious clear water of the bay wahoo.   We could see the anchor chain arching down towards the bottom.

The following day we began the check in cha cha.   First the port captain then the immigration office down the street,  then return to the port captain, then $60 cab ride to the airport for customs and an import certificate for the boat. Then back to the port captain for a National Zarpe, allowing us to move to our next official port Quepos.  We have to check in with the port captain every place there is one.

In the town we enjoyed a couple of meals out, and had amazing gelato at HELADERIA ITALIANA.  The Auto Mercado was also excellent with great breads.  Try the dark brown loaf.

These were great…

[PP: at Playa del Coco, we anchored at 10 deg 33.718 min N  085 deg 41.651 min W.  We had great holding in sand but our spot seemed to be in the blast zone as the now raging papagayos threw gusts up to 42 knots at us.  Doing it again, I would anchor 500 yards further north, closer to the hills which seemed to be more protected. ]

Smoke on the water

Exhausted from the constant wind we headed to Marina Papagayo.  Where early mornings are very calm.  We went around the corner, motoring up Bahia Culebra “snake bay” in high winds with the water blowing off the tops of the waves making a golden mist in the early morning sunlight. The marina is beautiful but isolated.  I find that I am exhausted and take naps every afternoon, with a few boat projects in the morning.  I took an early morning walk with Allan Niles a visitor on Sonomara and an excellent photographer.  We took pictures of a troupe of howler monkeys and birds in the area.