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We will set sail from Rodney Bay, St Lucia towards Santa Marta, Colombia, in the morning.

This five day passage is the first leg in our trip to Australia.  It would have been cheaper and quicker to buy two first class airline seats, but this will be a lot more fun.

I feel a bit more pressure than average passage for a few reasons.    Firstly,  we have joined a rally with other boats and this creates more rules and timelines.  I will get used to it over time.   Secondly, we are going on a L O N G trip.  It is 12,500 from St Lucia to Australia.   In the past 2 years we have sailed 12,400 miles so we will be under sail many of the days.  About 2,100 hours or 86 days of sailing in the next year.  Good news is we have a kind forecast for our trip to Colombia.

Gail has cooked up a storm so we have eight frozen dinners (Chili, Baked Ziti, Lentil and Chicken Couscous x 2).   We plan on inviting some fish over for dinner as well. We found some new invitations at the hardware store earlier this week.

 

Over the past few weeks, we have readied Two Fish for the Pacific.   The engines were gone over with a fine tooth comb and  had their share of fixes.   Every filter has been changed.  Every system tested. Oil changed. Even a wood squeak was removed from port forward.   The stuck fuel filter on the genset was changed and the leaky gasket on the governor was replaced.

In addition to our usual chartplotters, we have collected a few more resources for navigation:

1)   We have downloaded Google Earth for offline use for our entire trip.  It takes up about 25 gigabytes of room.  It has good spots and some weak spots.   We use the app Tallon on the PC to download regions. Our files seem to work only on Windows 8.1.
2)   We have many great tracks from other boats.  We load these gpx files onto our chartplotter and into Google Earth.
3)   We have made some of our cruising guides into raster charts that I can use on the tablet.    I use SeaClear II and Map Cal to create these charts. We are trying to buy a tablet holder to keep near the helm.

We will write more about our navigation as we progress through our route.

 

The ARC group (our rally) is still feeling its way.  Some boats are veterans of sailing in rallies, others are getting ready for their first big passage and others, like us, are loners trying to adjust to the pace.  We will find our stride, but for now I have to bite my lip a few times.  Tonight is a leaving party and by morning I will be at sea where I belong. The rally has a start line, which I expect will create some high blood pressure. I am not sure how many boats know the racing rules, so I will try not to win the start.

Before leaving the Caribbean, we were eager to put boat work aside and enjoy a bit more of the Windward Islands. We will miss Grenada and the weekly hashes but hope to see some of our cruising friends again.

Fortunately, Beth and David found some time in their schedules for a one week cruise from Grenada to St Lucia.  As much as we like and will miss Grenada, we were excited to push off towards the Grenadines.

I am not sure how much our guests appreciated the favorable breezes during our one week cruise. After last season’s continuously breezy upwind conditions, we were lucky to sail with the wind behind us, of course trying out every sail along the way.

At one point, we almost mutinied when Jason’s adherence to keeping the screecher up had us headed, albeit quickly, towards Nicaragua. Or maybe he was going to bear off more and start the trip to the canal?

Tobago Cays was beautiful but not the snorkeling paradise I was hoping for; while the winds were not howling, they were enough to muddy the waters.

Mustique proved to be my favorite Grenadine, yet again.

 

 

David reminded us that our best chance of catching a fish was to invite him aboard. He caught three tunas that week. Not only is he an expert fisherman but he provides sea to table cuisine; he served up delicious ceviche, bbq tacos and seared tuna.

Did I say no boat work for the week? Well, almost. We managed to squeeze in a fix to the furler, the door latch and an attempted fix to our water heater pressure relief valve.

Marigot Bay beckoned with flights home and Fed Ex’ing our chartplotter for rapid repair. It is fun to return to places we have been before and we again enjoyed the food at Masala Bay, Christmas Eve dinner at the Rainforest and daily workouts at Capella’s gym.

I wanted to try the local bakery, to see if they had any St Lucian holiday treats. I walked up the hill and couldn’t see any sign for a

bakery. I asked a shopkeeper where the bakery was and she pointed down the hill and told me it was just past the blue van, just as the blue van started pulling away. I walked down the road and asked a man who told me it was up

the road, just past the mango tree. I was too embarrassed to tell him that I had no idea what an out-of-season mango tree looked like and that my usual mango tree is in the fruit aisle at Fairway. I finally found the shop and bought some ginger cookies and coconut bread.

Now we have returned to Rodney Bay and the countdown to our departure towards the canal and points west begins.

After reintroducing ourselves to our wool clothing in Bogotá, we were looking forward to returning to sea level and the warm breezes of the Caribbean. I was expecting a continental version of some of the islands we visited this summer, but instead I found a place more redolent of the Brazilian ports we visited last year. The buildings and streets of the old town have a similar colonial feel to Recife and Paraty and the winds of the open ocean are evident in the bent palm trees along the shore.

I am fairly sure that true Cartageñans only enter the centro histórico when distant cousins are visiting, but we enjoyed being immersed in the touristy streets and museums. Pedro de Heredia founded Cartagena de Indias, (as opposed to Cartageña, Spain) in 1533, overtaking a Carib settlement. For many years, Spanish Galleons transported Peruvian and Mexican gold from

Cartageña to Spain. Columbia’s answer to the Erie canal was the Canal del Dique, which connects Cartageña to a major inland River. In advance of our visit, I started reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, a fantastical novel by Cartageñan Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The nobel prize winner has an accessible style, which I enjoyed. The lives of his characters are interwoven with strange visions such as a woman who eats dirt and worms, butterflies forever following a visitor and a few instances of a bit too high a genetic relationship in their progeny.

The walled city is a bit tough to navigate. The names on the street corners didn’t coincide with the paper map, Google maps, or Apple maps. We ran out of options. Fortunately, the area is small, and if you walk around in enough circles, eventually you will pass the building you are looking for. We visited The Museo Naval del Caribe. The exhibits looked interesting but all of the explanations are in Spanish and Rosetta Stone failed to cover the vocabulary of the great Columbian Naval battles. There were some short movies covering life aboard a battleship. It is always interesting to see the parallels between life aboard big and small ships; their anchor s just happen to be a bit bigger than Two Fish’s.

The Museo de Arte Moderno de Cartagena de Indias, was an easier place to visit, as interpretations of art in any language go over my head. One of the rooms was devoted to Enrique Grau, a Cartageñan artist, born in 1920.


The fascinating part was how varied his work was, both the mediums and subjects.

The final museum we visited was the Museo del Oro Zenú, a smaller version of the one we missed in Bogotá.

Relics from the Zenú dated back over 2000 years and were amazingly intricate. As you might imagine, a gold museum required an armed guard and a vault door. “Solo diez minutos,” the guard told us. The Naval Museum needed no such security.

After being

steeped in culture and food for a few days, we decided it was time for a bit of exercise, and headed to Bodytech in the modern,

Bocagrande section of town. The mall also contains a wonderful salad spot and a multiplex. Holá Mission Impossible!
The mall display corner shows an example of the Moais we will be visiting on Easter Island next week. Perhaps we should skip the long flight and take our selfies here?

May 5-18, 2015

After leaving St. Lucia, we sailed past St. Vincent and headed towards Bequia, the northernmost Grenadine. The 70 mile sail consisted of about 15 miles in the lee of St. Lucia, 20 miles between the islands, 20 miles along the coast of St. Vincent and another 15 miles through the current and waves towards Bequia. Despite the photos, Caribbean sailing is not the flat water downwind paradise that I had imagined. Even after we reached Martinique, we had more than our share of sailing to windward with varying amounts of current and waves against us. We have been told that this has been a particularly windy season, but I think in general, 20 to 25 is the expected wind at any time. Since it gets a bit annoying for me, I tend to be at the helm

along the lee of the island, while Jason helms the more open sea passages.

 

As we approached Bequia, Two Fish and Jason were thrilled to see Kenmore Henville  motor up in his dinghy to take some photos. This was at the point where I thought our sails should be coming down. Never mind, it was only blowing a consistent 30 knots. Most impressive was Kenmore’s ability to handle the camera and the dinghy with Two Fish barreling down on him.

Once we got into the harbor, we found a spot near Princess Margaret Beach. We weren’t too happy with the anchor set but stayed there anyway. The highlight of our stay was a small model boat museum, staffed by a boat builder. He escorted us through all of the models and photos, reliving his past. It was a great island for walking and looking at the various businesses. We even found a store with fresh lettuce. “Where is your lettuce from?”, I asked. “Miami,”, the woman responded.

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On the third day, we went to shore so I could read my book and drink coffee while Jason went for a scuba dive. As we tied up the dinghy, he said “Keep an eye on Two Fish, in case she drags.” Thank you – there went my relaxation for the morning. After a third night of anchor anxiety, I said to Jason that we should either find a new spot, or leave. We weighed anchor and headed to Mustique.

 

Mustique is a bit like a theme park. All of the fancy houses are spread around the island, but every once in a while you walk down the wrong road and end up behind the scenes at the workers’ quarters or the golf cart repair lot.  Once you get beyond the first level, there are great paths and roads for hiking and the harbor is enjoyable. The day that we arrived, the harbor employees were conducting an oil spill drill. It was good to see how serious they were about containing any accident and I am sure they hoped they would never have to use their skills. A few of the Grenadines are owned by individuals, which is a bit tough to get your head around. Mustique was purchased in 1958 by Colin Tennant, who turned it into a party spot for the rich, royal and famous. Mick Jagger and Princess Margaret were noted visitors. It is now owned by the Mustique corporation and is a bit less of a party spot.

On our first hike, we noted some red rings around several trees and figured the rings were marking the path. A bit later, we read the sign that noted that the trees were red rings were maniocheel trees, extremely poisonous to the touch. Good thing we didn’t hug the trees. Besides the hiking, we had a fun afternoon watching local cricket and Jason had what he considers to have been his best Caribbean Roti at Firefly. I had the flying fish sandwich.

One of Jason’s favorite pastimes is helping boats tie up to mooring balls and docks. Mustique was no exception as Jason kept an eye out for candidates. The bonus is that we often meet some very nice people. Here Jason helped Elpis tie up and we hung out with Umberto and Anne for a few days, visiting the Cotton House and talking boats. Umberto is a guitarist but he has circumnavigated solo and is just as eager to talk boats as music.  Anne is the best-dressed boat crew I have seen. She claims that they left Europe so quickly that she didn’t have time to buy boat clothes. Many boaters complain about Mustique because they are only passing through for a night and the mooring balls are charged in increments of 3 nights. We stayed through two cycles! I am looking forward to returning.

Next stop was Chatham Bay on Union Island, at the foot of the Grenadines. It is an interesting bay; every two or three minutes, a howling wind tears through the bay. Then it stops. Then it starts. You get the picture. It is also far from any town but has a few restaurants, all vying for your business. We were there for several days and discovered that as long as you patronize a place once, they stop bothering you. Jason enjoyed paddling the harbor every evening, until the French boats showed up with their unclothed crew. It has been a surprise to us that many upper-middle-aged Europeans enjoy wandering around their boat in the buff. As soon as the anchor is “set”, off comes the Speedo for a walk around the boat.

For our trip into Clifton to check out, we got a ride from one of the businessmen. The car was a decomposed Volvo-who needs floorboards? It was a nice town, but the harbor looked crowded and rolly, so we were glad that we had chosen to anchor at Chatham.  We walked home, and passed by our namesake guest house, but did not go in.

After a few days of peaceful floating with bouts of gusts, we decided to move on, so we prepared for a sail South towards Carriacou.

“Hello … um I mean … Hola”, Gail spoke into the hotel phone as we were woken by a 5 am call from the concierge.   The caller asked “Had we been looking for the pharmacist?”  Gail curtly replied “Wrong room”.  This mistake phone call played into my preconceptions of drug-filled Colombia but the next three days would show me another country.   Embarrassingly, most of my understanding of Colombia comes from watching Gail’s favorite situation comedy “Modern Family,” so I had plenty to learn.

Politics

The country is full of oxymorons such as peace activists involved in gun crimes.  Or, rich communist politicians.  Or, closely allied governments funding the Colombian rebels.  Or, philanthropist drug lords.  Or, a mayor of Bogotá who is an ex-Guerilla. Because modern Colombia is complex, Colombians seem to be comfortable looking at a problem that does not have an easy solution.  The small group of Colombians we met seemed more interested in politics than people I encounter in the US.  This gave me hope; however, some of the crime stories seem to indicate there is a long way to go.  We have been told horrific crime stories that I hope have been embellished over time.  The car jack genre usually involves a cab driver and partners who blow drugs on the victim which causing them to enter a defenseless state.  Cognizant enough to know their bank pin code, they are driven to an ATM, but have no memory in the morning.  Our well-meaning hosts would tell us varieties of these stories to keep us safe but also to express their frustration.  Colombia seems to have been in this unfortunate state since 1948, when the Liberal leader, Gaitan, was assassinated by the Conservative government.  The largest and most infamous guerrilla group is FARC, with which the government is trying to broker a peace agreement after 60 years of civil war.  The road to peace seems bumpy as the leadership are juggling their desire for peace with the ability to absolve FARC of the violence. The only more stubborn civil war is currently in Papua New Guinea.

 

Bike Tour

There is no better way to explore a new city than on a bike tour.  Fortunately, we stopped frequently during the 5 hour trip, as the high altitude was making me short of breath.  We gorged on foreign fruits with names that seemed to all start with G; many claimed to be aphrodisiacs.

We pedaled through the red light district.  We stopped at a coffee shop and a chocolate shop which are musts in Colombia.   Gail, and a few other chocaphiles on the bike tour, gave the chocolate a failing grade.   Nobody partook of the odd refreshment of crab drink – yes, crabs pulverized in a blender. We visited cemeteries, statues of great Spaniards, memorials to revolutionaries, murals for the displaced farmers and half a dozen outdoor peace paintings. We saw some jugglers, entertaining cars who were stopped at a light.

Street Performers from Two Fish on Vimeo.

Navigating the streets was exciting as we fought with cars and motor bikes for space while avoiding large potholes.  Our enthusiastic leader had poor traffic sense and a meandering style which lead to a bit of chaos amongst his flock.  However, no one fell off their bikes despite the gears and brakes being of questionable quality.  My wheels were slightly bent so the brake would only engage at the bent portion of the wheel and with a strong vibration through the bike frame.  With vigorous application of the brake the bike would stop violently; this was tested several times as fellow riders seemed to keep popping up in front of me.

 

Not Your Average Emerging Market City

I enjoy cities like this that are growing. Bogotá seems proud of its heritage while also embracing change.   We were shown two examples that brought their into strong contrast.   The bull fighting stadium carries a tradition some Colombians find important to their Spanish heritage.   The current mayor closed the stadium months ago because of the cruelty to the bulls.   To add to the complexity, the bull fighters have joined forces with socialists sueing the city for barring their right to work.  Another strange association we were shown was a Catholic church with an abortion clinic on the side buildings.

Colombian Rapper from Two Fish on Vimeo.

 

Bogotá Rhythm

Bogotá’s streets are mostly arranged in a grid, with Calles running East-West and Carreras running North-South, making it easy to navigate.  A street address in Bogotá is very precise and offers much data as to the location. Calle 11 # 4-41, translates into Calle 11 near the intersection with Carrera 4, 41 meters from the intersection .  It is almost a Lat/Lon, London city planners are you listening?

We have enjoyed walking the city by daylight.  There is plenty of street art, commemorating important events. We also went to the Mercado de las Pulgas, which any Northern Californian will tell you is a flea market. We bought some Habas for a snack. You might know them as dried fava beans. We were told that world class cyclist Nairo Quintana claims to get his strength from these.

The statue of La Pola, commemorates a heroine of the Independence movement, Policarpa Salavarrietta. Bavaria breweries introduced a beer, La Pola, to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Columbian independence. Since some time after that, pola has become slang for beer in Columbia.

 

Museums

Bogota hosts several museums with collections from history to gold but my primary goal was the Botero Art Museum.  I get Botero and Lipchitz confused.   The fourth photo is a sculpture I visited as a child in Philadelphia.  Lipschitz is older than Botero and my theory is that Botero drew inspiration from this sculpture.  Agree?

 

Ciclovia

Bogota is also known as being the first “car-free” Sunday city. In 1974, the mayor started the ciclovia and it has continued since then with every Sunday now being bike-free. We enjoyed the freedom to pedal and watch as most of Bogota seemed to empty into the streets.

Four days in Bogota is not enough but we liked the little we saw.  If you get a chance explore the town, your tastebuds will thank  you.

 

April 24-May 4, 2015

The origin of St. Lucia’s name is not clear. It was, not surprisingly, inhabited by the Caribs,

who might have called it Iouanalao, where the Iguana is found.

What we found was a very green island, and to call it hilly with winding roads would be an understatement. It is a volcanic island and I doubt that the many Europeans who claimed it as their possession, went very far inland. It is known to have had 14 different flags from 1660 to 1814. As a constitutional

monarchy, it is a member of the British Commonwealth. Queen Elizabeth II is head of state and is represented by a Governor-General, but the island is governed by a Prime Minister and a Parliament. Their fun fact is that St. Lucia has more Nobel laureates per capita than any other country.(2 per 181,000 people).

Rodney Bay was a marina stop for us, which meant cleaning the boat, doing some routine maintenance and fixing some odds and ends. One of our key tasks before next year, was to have our liferaft serviced. We accompanied the mechanic to his shop-I was in the cab, Jason in the back being bounced around with the liferaft.  Ever notice Jason has the dirty jobs, underwater jobs and the dangerous jobs?  We watched as our liferaft was tested. I was pleased to see that there actually was a liferaft in the canister. It was also great to familiarize ourselves with the inflated structure. Outdated water and batteries were replaced and the raft was packaged up again.  How can water go bad?  The marine industry sure knows how to use fear to get into the bank account.

 

I joined the crew of Receta for a pleasant walk to the ocean side, complete with sighting of

rocket booster debris and lots of Sargassum. Speculation on the internet is that it is from a satellite launch, and if you have a few hours to spare, you can read the debate on which satellite it might be from and whether it is, or isn’t made of titanium.

Jason went for a dive with the newly-opened dive center down the block.  He was saw sea horses and a fish swimming with her eggs in her mouth waiting for them to hatch.  Rodney Bay is a short dinghy ride from some great supermarkets and a short bus ride from Castries Market. On one of my supermarket dinghy ride, I slowed down near one of the docks and a Jack Russell terrier jumped in. I was backing away when I realized he was there;  we were at least 5 feet away when he jumped back onto the dock. I hardly knew what had happened. At Castries Market, Ann and Steve  helped us navigate the local varieties; my favorite new fruit was the wax apple and my least favorite, the soursop.

At Marigot Bay, I stepped up my Jason torture. We watched the original Dr. Dolittle movie, which was filmed in Marigot Bay. Now the bay is developed, but during the filming there was nothing there, so it looked like a remote South Pacific island.  Apart from the sing-a-long to the theme song, it was sort of a bust. Even I had to fast forward through portions of it. Jason was impressed with the huge Great Pink Sea Snail that also offered oceanic passages.  The bay itself was murky but pleasant, with some nice hiking trails and use of the hotel gym.  When living in paradise on a boat you miss some of the taken for granted luxuries available onshore.  The bug-free, car about to run you over-free gym is a luxury that we could not miss. The only downside was that some of our fellow Antares owners had experienced mooring drift while there. That is their boats drifted when the poorly maintained moorings failed. Jason was again tossed in the water to tie a back-up line to the anchor block. He couldn’t see through the muck so had to follow the chain to get there.  A new sport of braille Scuba has been created.  I think next time we will just tie a rolling hitch to the mooring line below the ball.