Switched alternators between the two engines, as a final confirmation that our problem is in the alternator, which it is. So we’ve ordered a new one that hopefully will get through to us in Colon next week. Moved to beautiful anchorage in Coco Banderos group of cays. Drinks with fellow BPOers aboard Om. Hoping tomorrow is a day of relaxing and snorkeling.
Lots of snorkeling. Saw a ray with an Extremely long tail. Looked menacing but it paid no attention to me.
Last night we anchored directly in the lee of a small island, which was nice for protection from waves, but we didn’t like the greatly diminished wind. It felt much hotter, plus we lost the power from our wind generator. So today we moved a couple miles west, and anchored “out.” That is, instead of anchoring in the usual protected spot, we’re anchored behind the barrier reef, with nothing but the reef and its surf between us and…some place for away…maybe Jamaica…? It’s somewhat bouncy, but that’s okay with me, so long as I have a steady wind blowing through my port/window.
Tonight is probably our last night in San Blas, as we are going to leave early tomorrow and start heading west toward Colon. We want to stop in Portobello, which would be quite a long day of fast sailing from here. So tomorrow we might stop somewhere along the way, then Saturday night in Portobello, then do the 20 miles from there to Colon Sunday.
It’s been a beautiful day of not doing much but snorkeling. I discovered a wreck (steel boat, maybe 50 feet long) on the reef very near by. That was unexpected and cool. Tim saw a shark (about 5′) in the same area. Luckily he (Tim) had already had a long swim, so it was an easy decision to make his way back toward the boat… Tim has also repeatedly seen sea turtles, but by the time he points them out to Bill and me, they are gone.
We bought a fish from a local boat. We tried to do that once before, but after “placing our order” they never returned with a fish. The guys today returned with quite a selection. We had a big dinner plus applesauce cake and fresh pineapple for dessert. A little celebration, of sorts, of our time in San Blas, which has been very pleasant. It is a delightful cruising ground, and I find that I really like the local Gunas, too.
But as usual I’m happy with the thought of moving on. I want to get to Colon, get the boat well provisioned, do laundry (everything I wear or sleep on is salty), take a real shower, collect our equipment that’s been sent to us at huge expense, and then I want to “do” The Canal!!
Beautiful/fast sail about 50 miles to Portobello, just 20 miles from Colon. We plan to hang out here tomorrow and explore the little town, then head for Colon on Sunday (along with almost all the other BPOers).
As we rolled along with the 10′ waves today I was thinking about how a good sailor is always thinking about what could go wrong, yet one wants to be present and enjoy the “now.” An interesting balance…
This day was about exploring Portobello, and learning a little history. We were told that when the Spanish took (one way or another) gold from Peru and Equador 400+ years ago, that it was sailed north to Panama City, and then brought over the mountains by mule train to Portobello, where it could be loaded on ships for Spain. Hence the big forts and cannons on both sides of the harbor. We also visited the church that is the home of the “Black Christ.” I don’t fully understand this, since I thought there was only one Christ, but they have another here, and he apparently gets a lot of attention. Tourists/pilgrims come by bus to see him. The day culminated with dinner at Captain Jack’s with the crews of Lovesail, Maggie and Ransom. Fun, except that I’m suffering from intestinal pains…
The Ransom crew had an interesting story about cruising in San Blas. They went to anchor at an island, and two Guna men came out and demanded (quite aggressively) $10 to anchor off their island. Of course we have all paid big bucks for cruising permits that allow us to anchor anywhere among the San Blas islands. But the local guys don’t care about that. The crew speaks good Spanish, and tried to reason with them, saying they were simply anchoring for the night and not coming ashore, and thus not using their island. But the locals would have none of that, and basically the fee had to be paid, given the unspoken threat that their dinghy might be slashed in the morning, or some such retribution. This experience, plus the sloppy handling of trash by the locals, colored their San Blas impression. They conclude that the San Blas culture is threatened by much more than just sea level rise.
Arrived at marina in Colon, near the mouth of the Panama Canal. Now have wifi, so I’ll be getting to work on photos…