Io Arna from Tahiti

Io Arna (hello) from Tahiti

Io arna (your ah na)! It seems like a long time since the last update, but since our PC went down last week there is no way of knowing just how long it's been. This is being typed on our Apple – the backup. Its speakers quit working months ago; so no more music or movies.

Anchorage in Ahe, Tuamuto Islands Anchorage in Apataki, Tuamoto Islands

We left Nuku Hiva plenty ready to move on. Taiohae, the capital of the entire Marquesas, was disappointing. Two grocery stores, one hardware store, one restaurant, and one snack shop for a population of 2,100 was it had to offer. The anchorage was crowded and rolly so it was great to be sailing again as we headed for Ua Pou 30 miles south and with good winds. Unfortunately the area had one of the strongest currents we had ever encountered and we could not go upwind enough to make our destination of Hakahau.That island's capital, with a population of 1000 had 5 grocery stores, one hardware store, one bakery, a computer store, a couple of boutiques for locals and tourists and friendly people. We arrived on July 11^thand were hoping that we'd find some sort of Heiva celebrations going on. Heiva is basically anywhere from two weeks to a month of singing, dancing, games for kids, etc. where each of the islands groups and islands within those groups celebrate their heritage. It also happens to center around July 14^th, Bastille Day, the French Independence Day.

The celebrations had been going on for a week already we were informed and the night of the 13^th we sat with six French cruisers, ate BBQ ribs and watched local dancers from around the island strut their stuff. It was a fun family atmosphere, with kids wondering in among the dancers and a female dog almost in heat leading a pack of "very interested" males in and out of the dance area. We had a great time. The 14^th was a bust. The French put up the flag and had a speech and then provided a live band and a free breakfast/lunch to anyone who turned out. Most of the town did. That was it.

A retired French teacher who taught English swam up to the boat and asked if we'd like a tour to the wild side of the island (the east side). We said sure and two hours later we were in an old jeep heading over the mountains and to the windward side. No one cruises the east side of any of the islands, as the trade winds always make very rough and dangerous. We ate lunch besides huge crashing waves on an isolated beach and then were invited to his house for coffee. He talked the whole time and we learned a lot about the natives and the French government. It is so easy to take advantage of the French that almost all do it some way or another. One example: you want a house; the French pay 90% of the cost; find/make you a job and pay you so you can pay the final 10%. So, you work for a year, living in your house, and then it is yours!The job is over and you go back to doing whatever you want.

The island is known for its giant, solid rock, monoliths and one of the most striking islands anywhere. On our trip we saw some of them but, as with most island climates, the tall mountains are almost always shrouded in clouds. From the anchorage we could see a couple of big ones and early one day before the clouds formed we saw one more. As we were leaving for the Tuamotu island group, the clouds parted for a minute and we got a picture of lots more.

Sunset looking at Moorea, Society Islands Mary climbed the mast to look for coral heads

As had been the case ever since the Galapagos, we had crazy seas and strong winds. The sailing was tiring as the slamming under the bridge deck really got to us. It had taken five different tries at fixing the autopilot but Mike finally won and we had "auto" back helping again. So we could sleep, read and eat a meal together again – it was great. We were flying at 8-9 knots but the boat was taking a terrible beating so we slowed down and life was better. Our goal was a small atoll named Apataki and as we turned southwest from south the winds and the seas conspired against us. With 40 miles to go and sailing as fast as we could on the course we would arrive in 8 hours dead tired. So we changed direction and went to Ahe. It was also 40 miles but now a down wind run to the NW and we made it in 5 hours.

The Tuamotus are a long island chain of atolls – old mountains that have sunk over the millennium leaving the fringing coral reef behind. The water inside can be crystal clear and depending on how fast and how far the mountain sank the inside can be deep or shallow and full of coral heads that are extremely sharp.Anchoring can be a real problem cause you don't want to get your anchor wrapped around a coral head – you'll never get it back!

None of the atolls where the cultured Black Pearl industry was in gear had good water clarity and, due to an ever-expanding population, the much advertised over abundance of fish to be seen and caught, etc. is no more. The big allure now is snorkeling in the passes that lead inside the atoll and the ability to have an anchorage all to yourself.

In Ahe, we anchored inside a lagoon, which was a lagoon inside the atoll, which is very rare. The water was clean and clear and we did some snorkeling. But the locals have grown very used to cruisers and the tourist industry over the years and so we were observed by them and nothing more. Ahe once was known as a very crusier-friendly atoll with lots to see and lots of fish. We met a cruiser that been there 36 years ago and he could not believe the change in the environment. The people remembered him and celebrated his return so that was great but nothing could bring back the "choose which fish you want and throw the fish hook in front of him" era.

The weather turned in the right direction and we left Ahe and again headed for Apataki. We went to the first anchorage and settled in with three Belgian boats. They left two days later and we had the place to ourselves. Went beach combing, snorkeling, swimming, etc. We were protected from the 30-knot winds so life was good. But as in all things sailing related, the list of stuff to fix never went down. The port engine had decided it didn't want to start and the radar the same. So, while we were planning on spending six weeks in the Tuamotus and hauling out at a brand new facility in Apataki, we instead headed for Tahiti where we thought we could get everything we needed done.

White dresses and straw hats in church - Papeete Local guitar player - Papeete

For the first time we had nice winds and nice seas and we had a great pleasant sail from Apataki to Tahiti. Having read the biography of James Cook, it was inspiring to see Point Venus, Cook Bay, etc and think he'd been here in the late 1700's. Tahiti is the largest island in all of French Polynesia, is bordered by its own fringing reef and is slowly sinking. Papeete is the capital of the entire group as well as that of the Society island group. It is a big city almost like any other. But unlike most large cities we found everyone here helpful and friendly – despite the fact that we were in essence tourists. Due to the worldwide recession and some stupid decisions by the government here the tourist trade is way down and many hotels have 80% vacancy. So all is not well in paradise. Word has spread everywhere about the extreme cost of coming here. A six pack of Bud = $20; grapefruit = $1.5 each; small watermelon = $40. A simple lunch is $20. So, it has lost its allure and tourists in the know are hitting other islands – the Samoas, the Fiji, etc.

We spent two weeks or so on a mooring ball outside of the major marina and the water was crystal clear down to 15 meters. It was especially amazing at night when the moonlight would light the bottom and it seemed we were floating on top of a gigantic swimming pool. We met our friends from the Marquesas and they gave us an "around the island tour". But like they said, once you've done this there is basically nothing else to do. The beaches are far and few between and far fewer locals go the beach than you'd expect. Don't know what they do but it isn't what the tourist brochures advertise.

We'd heard about the great singing at Polynesian churches so we went to the major Protestant church (actually known as the birthplace of Papeete). The women mostly dress in white and wear straw hats. The singing was as advertised – it was awesome!

We are now in "wind-down" mode as we get the boat ready for the cyclone season and get ourselves ready to head back home to avoid the cyclone season (and, of course, to visit lots of family and friends). We return in March of 2010 and will continue the journey and adventure then.

Hello from Nuku Hiva, Marquesas Islands

Hello from Nuku Hiva, Marquesas Islands, French Polynesia

 

The last update was from Hiva Oa in the same island group so what's up with that?  It sounds like we are still in the same place.  Well we are – sort of.  The Marquesas have six islands that are inhabited with 3 in the south east and 3 to the north west.  We started at the main island in the southeast – Hiva Oa.  Took our time getting used to paradise and then went to the other two islands: Tehuata and Fatu Hiva.  The anchorages were spectacular and the famous no-see-ums (named "no-no's" here) never appeared.

 

We anchored beneath vertical cliffs in a small bay called HanaTefau on Tehuata just a dingy ride away from the village of Hanataponi.  We went here because of the great protection from the big east winds and southeast swell that was making Atuona unbearable.  The swell was so big in that bay that a big steel barge broke loose and destroyed the landing dock all the boats and tourists use for entry.  Anyway our first night in Tefau was pure magic – all stars, no swell and no wind.  We went dingy snorkeling the next day.  That is where you put your face in the water over the dingy and your partner drives you around the bay.  It is easy and fun.  Saw some great corral and some interesting fish but not the amount you think you're going to find in paradise.  The weather changed and for the next couple of days the winds were coming in over the mountains from all directions.  One moment we'd be facing north with 25 knots and just a minute later the wind would have clocked around and we'd be facing south.  This went on and on and on……

 

So, we decided to move to Fatu Hiva.  The French say this is the prettiest anchorage in the world so we had to check it out.  Well it was more awe-inspiring than pretty to us.  It was drop dead gorgeous.  With multiple volcanic plugs sticking up right at water's edge, catching the fading sunlight, etc. it was a sight we will remember a long time.  The early French named it the Bay of Verges (penises) but the moment the missionaries arrived they added an "i" to the name and changed it to the Bay of Vierges (virgins) and that name has stuck.  The people of Fatu Hiva – all 700 of them seem to have been tainted by the various cruisers that have come to visit.  It is the only island where the children beg for candy and the local men want to trade anything for Rum while the women want candy or for you to buy some Tapa from them.  We traded for nothing as we were warned that the men once drunk on rum beat their wives.

 

While the anchorage was unique in its looks, it shared a trait with a lot of the other islands – the anchorage is at the bottom of a great volcanic valley.  Thus every night we'd get winds from 35 – 40 knots blasting down on the 8 boats that were there.  We endured about four nights and said heck with this, let's go north to those other islands.  We left at 10 am one day and arrived at the same hour the next day on the north side of Nuku Hiva.  We had very rough seas, 30 knots of winds the whole way and even though we drifted behind Hiva Oa and Tehuata to escape the winds (a nice reprieve) we still did the 140 miles in less than 24 hours.

 

Anaho Bay is rated the finest anchorage in all the Marquesas.  It was a good one with no swell from the big seas at all.  But, the east winds still managed to blow like crazy and so we had it a little better; no fetch; no swell, good holding but lots of wind.  This anchorage is one of the few in the islands with a sand beach and here is where we finally came to know the famous "no-no's".  We anchored outside the coral and took the one pass into the beach where Mary got eaten and Mike went unscathed.  We traded a home made coffee cake for 13 grapefruit on steroids called Pomplemose.  These things are so big that we could only eat half at a time and then had to use our steak knives to cut them up into edible pieces.  And boy, are they good eating. 

 

We hiked east to an isolated beach one day and then, the next day, west to the adjoining bay and town of Hathieu.  In Hathieu we met two locals and an American who was scoping out the area for a nano-technology based fertilizer plant.  One thing led to another and soon we were being fed every kind of fruit known to the Marquesans, given a bed to "rest" on, and a shower – a real shower (the first real shower in over 5 months).  We saw the "sacred mountains" and visited an old ceremonial site before heading back.  On the way back, we picked 33 mangos growing wild.

 

The next day our new friends plus the governor of the entire island and two more came to visit us on our boat.  It was a great experience and what all cruisers dream about; or at least we do.  We now have locals to visit in Papeete and relatives on the island of Huahine when we get there.

 

The winds were still howling but we grew restless anyway, so out into the winds and downwind the coast to a little known anchorage of Hakaaehu Bay off the Pua Valley where no oceanic plotting has been done.  It was perfectly protected from the winds and just a little swell and we had it to ourselves for two whole days.  While we were hiking a pickup truck stopped and basically said "how'd you like to take a ride to our watering spot over in the next valley?"  We said yes, and climbed in back with two guys and a 10 year old girl and for the next 30 minutes saw the countryside from the back of the truck.  We got to the springs and Mike joined in the bucket brigade to fill buckets while Mary talked with the wife of the driver.  Once the water was all loaded the driver proceeded to find papaya and fill our backpack.  Then back to his house where he showed us his almost completed solar house and gave us more papaya, some pomplemose, a coconut, some mantioc (tapioca root), a breadfruit, and some stuff we have yet to name but it makes great French fries.  With another great experience under our belt we headed for south side of the island and the anchorage with Hauii Falls, the world's third highest waterfall.

 

The winds were still fierce and the ride around the west end of the island and up the south side for the last 2 miles was brutal.  We arrived in Hakatea Bay tired and ready for a good drink.  Up and early the next day found us hiking up the Hakaui valley for 3 hours to the waterfall.  After getting lost once we asked for the correct path and found it and just kept going – there are no arrows, no signs, etc like there are in the States and Canada.  You can see the whole waterfall in thirds but never the whole thing all at once.  Anyway we made it and Mike took a celebratory swim in the pool at the bottom after being warned that even pebbles falling straight down from 350 meters can really hurt.  Then back to the boat and off to our last stop on this island – the Capital of the Marquesas – Taiohae.  The town has a whopping population of about 2,000 (that's one fourth of the entire Marquesan population) with two grocery stores, one restaurant and one hardware store.  The folks aren't nearly as friendly here as in the outlying areas probably because there are so many boaters that come here and the cruise ships stop here too.

 

We'll be here for just a few days to do some small re-provisioning and then head to the last island – Oa Pou and then on to the Tuamotus.   We really mean small re-provisioning!  A can of Coke is $1.60 and a can of beer is $2.90!  So getting a six pack is a major purchase.  We spent $8 for two loaves of bread and $5.5 for a small cauliflower and a small bag of tomatoes today at the local veggie stand.  The grocery stores don't even attempt to sell fruit or veggies.   We'll try to get some water and some fuel and be on our way.  The next internet location is 550 miles away so it will be some time before we finish our story on the Marquesas Islands and begin the story on the Tuamotu's. 

 

Mike and Mary McCluskey
S/V Carpe Vita
www.mikemarymccluskey.blogspot.com

Hello from the Marquesas Islands

Hello from Hiva Oa, Marquesas Islands, French Polynesia

 

We made it!  It took us 23 days of seeing nothing but water but we made it.  We officially left Isla Isabela, Galapagos at 1030 on May 1, 2009 and checked into Atuona, Hiva Oa at 830 May 24^th.  We also crossed three time zones only to find when we got here that these islands decided to give themselves another 30 minutes of time so make that three and a half time zones.

 

Some may think that life would be boring on such a crossing but not for us.  We always seem to pick a way that is always interesting or at least life seems to pick one for us.  This time on Day 2 of the crossing, we were discussing watch schedules around 2 in the afternoon when the autopilot alarm went off and we rushed to take the wheel and find out what went wrong.  Well it failed, pure and simple and we hand steered for the next 22 days!  We set schedules for 3 hours on and 3 hours off for sleep, rest, eating, etc.  Raymarine was no help in solving the problem (as expected) so even as we are now safely in the bay and anchored, Mike has it torn apart again and trying to get it to work again.

 

Other that a sailor's worst nightmare, hmmm, what else could go wrong.  For us it was the solenoid to the propane tank that quit on Day 3; then there was the bat car that shattered in a violet gust spraying the boat with torlon bearings; followed by the spinnaker ripping as it was just coming out of the sock.  For three days we sailed with no mainsail and finally, by moving bat cars, we were able to sail with a triple reefed main.  Then a week later, once again by moving bat cars, we were able to finish the last part of the trip with only a single reefed main.  We replaced the solenoid on Day 4 and only went without hot coffee for one day.  We cut up an old pair of Mike's pants of rip-stop nylon and turned them into mending seams for the spinnaker.  It took about 5 full days to find enough time and especially energy to glue the spinnaker back together but by then the wind was on our beam and we heading the final leg to the islands.

 

Days 20 and 21 we had no wind and chose to motor even though we didn't have enough fuel to motor the whole distance remaining, we figured the wind would eventually fill in and it did.  But by then we were too close to the islands for a day time finish and had to sit 34 miles off Hiva Oa waiting for daylight.  But of course even that was not easy as the wind really piped up and we were sitting across the huge swells being generated by the now 25 knot winds.  Sick of rolling (we catamarans aren't used to this) we started up the motors at 3am and started a very slow trek toward the island.

 

The trip, other than tiring, was really quite nice.  The various sunrises, and sunsets, the squalls dropping rain and wind, the various cloud patterns never let us get bored.  We ran out of eggs, fresh fruits and veggies about Day 10 so we ate out of the numerous canned goods we bought in Panama City for the next 13 days.  We were so occupied with hand steering that energy to fix stuff was limited and there was none available to try our hand at ocean fishing.  When we arrived in Hiva Oa, our friends on the boat Mainly gave us some of the their freshly caught tuna and boy was it good.

 

We've been here a week now and are fully rested and ready to continue on with this adventure.  The island is beautiful and pictures have shown up of this anchorage many times.  It truly is stunning with vertical green cliffs dropping directly into the sea.  The people are nice, not overly friendly.  The prices on everything are pretty darn high.  Diesel is $ 6 a gallon, but baguettes are $ 0.60 as they are subsidized by the French Government. 

Hello from the Galapagos Islands

It took a full seven days (and 1.5 hours) to make it from Panama City to Isla San Cristobal in the Galapagos Islands. Overall it was a good passage with extremely light winds - but still good enough to sail 67% of the time. We could not have motored the entire distance so we absolutely had to find some wind some time somewhere. And we did, so all ended well.

On, this our first real open water passage, we stayed amazingly busy and never felt bored. We adopted a modified cruising watch schedule that we learned of from friends on "Shilling of Hamble". Mike does the watch from 7pm to 1am and Mary does the watch from 1am to 7am. We both get enough sleep (you learn to fall asleep immediately) and then only need a small nap sometime during the day. During the remainder of the day, we sort of alternate looking around at the big blue ocean. After crossing the shipping channel in Panama (which took about 3 hours) we saw no one else except a couple of days later we saw two more ships heading for Panama and one heading for points north most likely coming from South America. One whale surfaced about 50 feet from the boat for about 15 seconds and that was it for sealife.

The Galapagos are on the end of the Cocos ridge which runs all the way to Costa Rica and of course the famous Cocos Islands (home of the movie Jurasic Park). At the end of the ridge is a "hot spot" that remains stationary and slowly builds new islands with volcanic outbursts. San Cristobal is on the eastern side of the island chain and is therefore one of the oldest islands. That means it has had about a couple of million years to erode, form grasses and shrubs, etc. So it took us by surprise at how green it was as were expecting all the islands to be desert islands. While it is not tropically lush (like Tahiti, etc) it is green, does have a fresh water lake (in an imploded volcano) and supports a wide variety of wildlife.

The sleepy town here at the harbor is quite nice and the people friendly. It seems they actually like sailors and view them in a different light than the bigger groups of tourists and backpackers that find their way here. So, that has been a pleasant surprise.

There are sea lions everywhere. They are part of the ecosystem and everyone treats them that way. They are on the same beaches with everyone. Children play around them, and they in turn play around the children. It is amazing. We went to Lobos Island, a sea lion rookery, and swam with about a dozen sea lions. One tried to nibble on Mary's fins and one tried to take her camera. They were literally inches away sometimes; making for emotions from slightly scarred to incredibly happy.

Then we saw a Galapagos Tortoise preserve/farm where they have been breeding these giant creatures since 2002. They protect them from rats and cats until they are about 30 cm across and then they can fend for themselves. Over 100,000 were slaughtered in the years past and obviously the island population is now pretty small.

Finally we went to a beach by the airport and swam with sea turtles. We respected their environment and only got within a couple of feet but others we know actually grabbed onto them and took a ride underwater. They are big and graceful and look like they could just open their mouth and snap your hand right off. But they are very gentle actually. That same day, in the same bay, we were standing in the shallows and three baby sea lions came up and started playing around us. We gave them a stick and they took it from each other. One swam round and round Mike and took little play bites from his ankles. Mike moved fast as it wasn't fun to him.

That is it for fun and recreation. On the work side of life, the new feed pump to the watermaker seems to overheat at one hour of use, so we'll make water more often now, and the VHF decided to quit transmitting so Mike might have to re-wire it. For shear bureaucratic bizzarness (?) it will nice to get out of latin America. We've been told "all paperwork will be ready tomorrow at 9am"; only to just begin the paperwork at 10:30, then take the next four hours to move about town and pay for taxis so that our state-required agent could process other peoples paperwork along with ours. We were "done" with everything when we realized that did not have our Autographo. "Oh, that, well it will be ready tomorrow or the next day -trust me". It did come the next day and it allows us to visit two other islands. So, we'll let you know about the other two after they are done.

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Look mom no shadow!

Today we officially passed directly under the sun. The only shadow was straight down. We put out our hands and every shadow was straight down. It really works! We are at Latitude 03 10.24' North. Tomorrow we'll be further south and the sun will be further north. We will start casting shadows southerly for the first time in our lives.

It is funny how the little things seem so amazing now. Life is much simpler than in the old days back in the States. Of course so much stress is gone from the daily life of working and earning and paying bills and that makes a big difference but still - it is the little things that we notice most nowadays. Casting a new shadow; having to choose between practicing music or reading; etc.

We are in the ITCZ and about to move out of it - well unless it decides to move south and envelope us once again. We think we've moved through it twice now. Formerly known as the Doldrums, it is the Inter Tropical Convergence Zone where the north winds of the northern hemisphere meet the south winds of the southern hemisphere meet. All goes quiet, storms brew - mostly thunder heads or squalls. We motored between two enormous ones two nights ago; it was an eerie feeling - knowing that we could be hit with super gusts, heavy rain, etc enough to rip sails and everything off the boat if we were unlucky. We weren't and just got to look long and hard at potential disaster.

We did find our first squall ever on April 1st. We were just putting along when a dark cloud - nimbostratus - formed and came right for us in less than 15 minutes. It was not a thunderhead so we knew it was just rain but man was there lots of it. We went up on the foredeck and had our first "squall shower". More than enough fresh water, and warm water to boot. It was great.

We are now less than 400 nm to the Galapagos Islands. We've found rain, thunderheads, no wind, lots of wind, and strange currents in differing directions. In about four days we'll see the strange sites of the famous islands.

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The Panama Canal and preparations for the Galapagos

After spending two weeks working on boat projects, working virtually every day, we helped Tim and Paula on Hooligan go through the Panama Canal. They are explorers and divers and snorklers and decided to make the visit to the San Blas Islands, Bocas del Toro, and the western Caribbean before crossing the Pacific because in their words: "once you've jumped the pond, it is a long way back to visit the western Caribbean". And so our friends from Mexico to Costa Rica to Western Panama have diverged paths with us and we hope to see them again some time in the Pacific.

But of course the real story is going through the Canal! Most people go through on a cruise liner and see the canal work from way up high. Not us! The Canal Authority requires that each small vessel have four "line handlers", not counting the captain of the boat. Each boat is required to have four 125' polypropylene lines - one for each handler. Mary was assigned port forward and Mike was assigned port aft. So Mary got the all the real action and the very best of views of gates closing and opening, etc. It is a totally different feeling when you are at the bottom of the canal - virtually water level - 30 feet below the level you left; the gates are closed and the water is either streaming in or flowing out depending on whether you are "locking up" or "locking down".

The sides of the boat are literally covered with old tires wrapped in plastic and then tied onto the side of the boat. This is done to prevent damage to the boat when slamming into the sides of the canal. In reality this rarely happens but boats have shown up in our anchorage with needed fiberglass repairs so accidents do happen. We were almost a case as in the second of the six locks, the tugboat we had tied to powered off upstream as the currents from the lake flooded the chamber. The poor monohull never had a chance. The Canal line handler up above took and long coffee break and when it was time for him to let the line go - he wasn't there!! So the boat was free on the port side and still tied to the starboard side. With the currents provided by the tug and the lake the boat lost all way and headed directly for a crash with the wall. Tim swung the boat around and almost got it straight but then the gates fully opened and 25 knots of wind from the north met the boat and off we went again.


This time Tim decided to try to literally turn the boat around inside the canal lock and he almost made it again. The doughnut was almost done when the wind hit us again and we slid back down the lock some more. Things were tight as the back end of the locks were now getting real close. By now the Canal line handlers were alive and alert and screaming back and forth to each other. We got lines back to the port side of the lock on the bow (Mary's side) and they were then able to hold the boat into the wind so Tim could get enough boat speed to control the boat and make progress. We escaped lock no. 2 with no damages but a lot of fright and swearing. Interestingly, this is the lock with the live video cam - of the Mira Flores Locks. So, a lot of folks got to watch us swirl around inside the canal that day.

The mess in lock no. 2 took so long that we got off track with our other boats of passage and we had to wait another hour to get to and go through lock no. 3. No problems there but it also meant that the likelihood of getting to Colon was pretty small. They fine you if you can't make the passage in one day so Tim was worried that he'd lose his deposit. Lock no. 3 is the Pedro Miguel lock about a couple of miles from the last of the Mira Flores locks. They made us wait one and a half hours and then let us go thru - all by ourselves. Guess they didn't want another show or more potential damage.

Sure enough, all the waiting and time needed at lock no. 2 made it impossible to get to Gatun Lock #1 by 6 pm. So we got to spend the night in the huge fresh water lake - Lake Gatun. We tied up to a huge buoy, had drinks and dinner and crashed. The next morning we took turns swimming in fresh water - boys first and the girls. Then at 11 am our next advisor showed up and by 1pm we had begun going down the last three locks. By 2:30 we were in the Caribbean; by 4:30 we'd moored in the Shelter Cove Marina; and by 7:30 the second night we were back on the Pacific side and on our boat.

Other than the memories of the waiting and inefficiencies and near disasters, the crossing of the continental divide; passing under the bridge of the Americas, the Century Bridge, and seeing the construction for the third canal (for gigantic ships of the future) were among the highlights of the trip. Six locks - 3 up and 3 down for 85 feet of rise above sea level was now a trip of the past and it was time to get ready for our own big crossing.

We had a list that we'd been preparing for crossing the Pacific to the Marquesas for some time. It had 39 items on it and still had 20 to go when we got back to the boat so it was time to buckle down and work. You can find virtually anything in Panama City but it takes time and money (taxis and prices that are 20% higher than in the States). The language barrier is pretty much gone by now as both of speak pretty good Spanish and some of the taxi drivers and merchants speak English. We'll leave two or three items that can be done anywhere for the Galapagos Islands and end up with 36 of 39 checked off our list.

We keep track of our expenses because Bruce (Sacramento) was always asking us how much everything cost. This March will definitely be our most expensive month in the four years we've been sailing. We decided that before crossing we'd better get the whole boat in shape - cause there isn't going to be another fix-it city until New Zealand. On top of that we have to buy food for the next four months while in French Polynesia (where internet cafes charge $27/hour and a hamburger is $14); and then for another three months when we return to the boat six months later (after cyclone season). So, we've made four huge shopping trips to the various markets here and the boat is nearly overflowing.

The two big issues still facing us are lack of wind and barnacle growth on the bottom. The nice strong north winds stopped about 10 days ago and now the anchorage is very calm - nice for an anchorage but terrible for a long passage. It is 824 nm to the Galapagos and most of the folks out there now are drifting with equatorial current rather than motor since they wouldn't have enough fuel to make it. So, we'll deal with that when we become becalmed. The bottom paint put on in El Salvador, at Island Marine, was not applied correctly and fell off. So the very bottom of our boat is unprotected and that means diving on the bottom once a week to keep the barnacle growth under control. The problem has been here in Panama City where the water is cold and murky and rich in nutrients. We don't know how bad the bottom is yet and will start diving soon to find out - but it does mean we'll be slower in the water than normal or very sore from hanging upside down underwater and scraping the bottom clean. But soon we'll be gone and on to another adventure.

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Panama City

Hello from Panama City

This should really be titled welcome to the land of currents and tides and northerly winds but we’ll get to that later. For right now, though, we are anchored along with about 50 other boats in the Playita anchorage opposite the Flamengo Marina in/near Panama City. In the old days there were two islands about four miles off shore from the City that the City fathers decided to build a causeway out to and then turn the new connection into a tourist/Panamanian weekend retreat. Thus, this is the best anchorage to avoid the north winds but also means all supplies, etc. are in the City – a $4 taxi ride away and then pay again when you get back. But almost no one does the taxi in and out routine. The standard is to rent a taxi by the hour; go where you need to go; and then come back. The taxis go for $10 per hour. We usually go with another couple and so can split the cost but that does add to number of stops, etc.

Panama City is huge! The skyline looks like New York and there are skyscrapers going up all over the place. There is, naturally like everywhere else in Central America, a huge discrepancy between the rich/middle class and the working poor. There are neighborhoods where you simply don’t go – the locals will even stop you on the street and tell you not to go any further. Reminds me of areas of Stockton, Ca. But other than that fear thing, the people have been very friendly and helpful. Prices are about 20% higher than in the States for boat stuff and groceries are about the same except for locally grown produce. Meat seems to be cheaper; we had a great filet minion steak last night for $10.

The last update had us waiting out a big rain storm in a remote spot named Boca Chica. The storm passed but in its place came three days of 30-50 knot winds plus enormous tide changes of 12-15 feet that then caused swirling currents in the bay of up to 3 knots. A big 100 footer power boat almost swung into us in the middle of the night, so we moved to a new spot the next day. When the winds stopped on a Saturday, we had to keep waiting until the following Tuesday to rent a taxi for the day ($70) to get us to the City of David to reprovision because that is when the stores restock! So after a week of rain, wind and waiting we were finally able to leave Boca Chica and head back out for good warm water and snorkeling.

We enjoyed a day of good diving and that night with new friends on board, we heard a loud bang. Could not locate the source of the noise so thought it was a ray that had jumped up and into the bottom of our boat. Not so! It was the sound of our new dingy davit welds popping open. We got the dingy on board, and decided to head for Panama City to get it fixed. The next night while anchoring, our anchor board (holds the bow roller over the end of the boat) broke. So now we had to come up with a different way of anchoring. Well we figured it out and made our way to the dreaded Punta Mala (bad point). But, for us, it was a piece of cake as we had no wind and stayed in 10 meters of water to avoid the northerly current that has litterly pushed boats out to sea. It did take 18 hours of sailing and motoring to get into the next port – Isla San Jose – in the Perlas Islands. We anchored in the dark at 11pm and immediately fell asleep.

The Perlas Islands are touted to be absolutely wonderful. Again we got duped by the tourist industry. The waters of the Perlas are apparently actually wonderful in the rainy season, not the dry season when everyone comes. While the water temperature was 85 in the Western Islands, it was only 70 in the Perlas just 200 miles away. The very cold Humbolt current comes up from Chile and ends its journey in the Gulf of Panama. The big current at Punta Mala is the remnant of the Humbolt current returning south. So, west of Punta Mala the water is warm and east – well it’s chilly (assuming you are used to 85 that is).

We only stayed long enough to rest up and then sailed (8 knots) into Panama City. It was overwhelming the number of freighters, cruise liners, military, car carriers, etc. that come here and wait their turn to go through the canal. We counted over 50 at one time and that was all we could see due to the haze in the area. We dropped sail and motored through the maze of ships to get to our little anchorage. The water is calm here except at 5 am and 5 pm when the wakes from these ships heading thru the canal arrive to wake us up! We’ll be crew on a friend’s boat going through the canal in about two weeks, handling lines and keeping the boat from crashing into walls or other boats. It should be fun.

Our list of things to fix or repair is at 30 and now steadily dropping as we get ready for a projected March 20th departure for the 700 mile trip to the Galapagos. Everyday we get up and try to beat the heat and humidity and check stuff off our list. Haven’t really had time to do museums, restaurants, etc. but will get to that as the list gets really small. For now though, its time to work.