5.09.21: Foremost in my mind on our arrival in San Carlos was getting off the boat and getting time to myself. I’ve been feeling sort of brittle, I can’t think of a better word. I can feel my patience hanging on by a thread, small things winding me up which shouldn’t, the joy of being on the sea waning. When I laugh it sounds fake to me, as if it’s coming from someone else. I’m sure it’s a temporary thing but I knew I needed to trip out and do my own thing before it permanently hurt the friendship Bernie and I have.
Possibly the inability to get home has a lot to do with it. Looking forward to having Christmas with Matt and my family was sustaining me. To discover the NZ MIQ allocation system was so unfair and impossible to use, was a big kick in the guts. I hadn’t banked on that, assuming (yes, I know that’s always a mistake) as a native Kiwi, I’d be allowed home to my own country. But no.
So here I am, back in San Carlos for the second year, unexpectedly, with an expired visa.
9.09.21: It’s 0435 and I’ve been awake since 0130. I’ve been back on Momo since Sunday, after a lovely week with Kim out at the ranchitas, staying in Nancy and Glenn’s Casita. It was so good, so good, to get some space, and it hasn’t exactly been fun since I got back.
Bernie worked hard on the engine while I was away; hot, messy work but ultimately a successful task. I came back to an absolute tip. Yes, he’d put away most of his tools, but, holy hell, filth on every surface. I’ve had to scrub practically the whole yacht. There wasn’t a clean cup on board, even the coffee container had a layer of grease, and I had to scrub just about every part of the yacht you could put a hand on, from the floor up. The covers on every seat had to be removed and taken to the laundrette, even Bernie’s bed sheet was black. And the bathroom… God, don’t get me started.
I knew it was going to be bad, but it was even worse. To be honest, I feel totally disrespected. I’m not Bernie’s keeper, slave, skivvie….. What the hell goes on in that head that he thinks it’s OK to expect me to clean it all up? It’s as if he knows I can’t stand mess, so he feels he can just leave it, knowing I won’t be able to ignore it, that I’ll have to clean it up. I try to be tolerant of his low level of personal hygiene and general untidiness, but to be just completely filthy is super unfair.
On top of that, I’ve done a bunch of other work on the boat that’s directly benefitted him and his only asset, Momo, yet have not had one word of thanks, recognition, affirmation. He even wanted me to share the cost of things he had to buy for the maintenance work. Really? FFS. Then was angry at me all day for saying I wasn’t going to pay half his maintenance costs. I was glowered at, ignored and I’m about over it. I’m a heart beat away from leaving. I would if frigging covid didn’t make it impossible for me to get home.
We went out for dinner with new boat friends I’d met. I actually had to ask Bernie to sheath his sword for the night. He was being so awful to me for no good reason. It had potential to be super embarrassing. That I even had to ask….
Yesterday we took out the whole anchor chain, a bitch of a job as it was unbelievably tangled in the last 100 feet for some reason. I cleaned out the anchor locker and laid it out nicely as we put it back in. I imagine Bernie was pleased with my help, but again, not a word of thanks.
13.08.21: We’ve been working on rigging maintenance the last three days. Really hot work, with me having to haul Bernie up the mast multiple times, so hard, he’s heavy! It’s hard on my back and shoulders. I wouldn’t mind so much, but again, I feel taken for granted, no thanks and no positive feedback. He would absolutely have to pay someone to help, if I wasn’t here.
I’ve never felt like such a moaner! It’s not funny really. But I just feel so “used” now. He hardly talks to me. I’m pretty sure he never notices when I clean etc, and I do all the cleaning and nearly all the cooking. Defs all the laundry, even when it’s as easy as taking to the Lavanderia and collecting it! I’ve never ever ever seen Bernie clean the bathroom or wash clothes.
I’ve tried really hard to be even handed and not take sides between him and Michelle. I try to see both sides. And help if asked.
I try to help him navigate the teens with his girls, and tell him not to panic over lack of contact. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be talking to them now if I hadn’t helped. Because he treats them like equals and doesn’t want to “be the adult” in the scenario!
24th September : Enough of that! I’m now house sitting for Claudia, who lives across the road from Glenn and Nancy. She has a dog, Libby, who I’m looking after. I’m really enjoying having the solitary time. We go for walks at least twice a day, do beach cleans and Libby plays with her doggy friends. She’s ball crazy! I’ve also made friends with a local guy who is helping me with my Spanish and I help him with English. It’s fun.
This month is very family oriented for the Hunter-Weston clan! It was Dad and Mum’s 60th wedding anniversary on the 9th, as well as Pip’s birthday. Then Lucy’s birthday on the 11th and Mum’s 80th on the 22nd. Amazing milestones. I wish I could’ve been there.
We’ve had some decent rain this month. San Carlos is so green compared to last year. There’s flowers everywhere. I’ve only had to water Claudia’s garden once! Being here for the two weeks is doing me the world of good. I’ve got some sewing done, read and binge watched Outlander! This morning Bernie actually messaged to see if I was doing OK. Which was nice of him. I wonder if he’s eaten anything other than chips or popcorn!
I bussed into Guaymas a couple of days ago as Emanuel said they were vaccinating at the high school. But they wouldn’t do me. They were nice about it and I got to practise my Spanish!
I’ve been planning some solo travel too. I’m going to Mexico City on October 18th and then down to Oaxaca on the 24th. I’m looking forward to it. I feel if I can spend some time away I’ll feel more inclined to stay with Momo until the trip home.
16.08.21: We’ve had a lovely few days, having found Polaris and Manta again. They were at Isla la Ventana, so instead of sailing to check out the hurricane hole, Bahía Don Juan, we scuttled over to join them. Had a super fun evening on their boat, then I visited Manta for sundowners last night. Bernie was too delicate from the night before!
Yesterday we snorkeled in that bay and today we’ve sailed up to this lovely bay rounding Punta Alcatraz. It should give us good shelter from the forecast strong westerlies tonight. We went fishing / snorkeling on arrival with the Polaris crew. The kids are getting so good. Brave with snorkeling. Kai is still a bit nervous to put her head under. She’s only just 3 though! Bernie got 3 fish and we’d hoped to do a beach BBQ for everyone, but the wind’s already 20+knots.
We saw a whale though! Yippee. I spotted it. A humpback we think. And many turtles. So cool.
18.08.21: We arrived in Puerto Refugio about 4pm yesterday, after a wonderful day’s sailing from Alcatraz. We had a very successful fishing day too, landing three decent sized Mahimahi (Dorado) of about 10lbs each. So Bernie filleted them and we’ll can some, smoke some and do a beach BBQ for everyone tonight with the rest. I think Polaris got one too.
We’re in Middle Bay, which had a long sandy beach. We swam last night to get rid of the sweat and blood of the day! This is as far north as Bernie wants to go so we’ll likely spend a few days here. The geology is amazing, so many colours in the rocks. No pressure to go fishing anyway! Tylor is fixing my spear, bless him. I’m so grateful.
1700: My spear is fixed and works perfectly. Tylor is my hero! Clever guy. We are hoping to beach BBQ tonight but it’s really windy at the moment so that might not happen. Bernie has been fiddling with the engine most of the day.
Thursday 19th August: What a windy night, very gusty. We were both up and down checking all was well, and it was. Still howling this morning. We didn’t BBQ. But Steve came over and got the food I’d made for him. Today is going to be a canning day. Smoking might have to wait since its so windy.
I’m feeling a bit antsy, like I need to get off the boat and go travelling on my own for a while. I might do that once we get to San Carlos.
1545: Tylor is now a double hero! He welded a new exhaust elbow for the engine and its running perfectly again. He’s very handy with the metal work! I’m glad it’s fixed and Bernie can stop swearing and blinding over it. It puts me on edge when every few minutes there’s an explosive “ffs” from the floor. And if you ask if you can help, you get a very clipped “no” that makes you want to hide. We’ve only just had lunch, as when I offered earlier I got my head bitten off, so I didn’t dare open my mouth again until well after the job was finished. I took the dingy to the beach to get away from the taut atmosphere. The stones are very cool here, multi coloured, really pretty.
21.08.21: Polaris and Manta left around 0500 this morning, heading down to Isla Estanque. We met up with Dirk and Silvia from Lisson Life, on the beach last night. They’re anchored round the corner and we hadn’t realised! So we stayed here to have a beach night with them tonight. We fished and I’ve made my fish parcel specials to BBQ. Should be a fun evening. Tomorrow afternoon we’ll jump on the outgoing tide to head to Caleta Pulpito, on the way side of Isla Angel de la Guardia. Then on to Isla Estanque the next day, most likely.
22.08.21: @ 1300. We’re under way again, heading SE, following the coast. Jack is on deck with us, stretched out in the cockpit, enjoying the wind in her fur. We have a light northerly breeze.
Last night was a lot of fun and everyone enjoyed my fish parcels. I had trigger fish and grouper, with potato, kumara, onion, pepper and corn in them. Bernie and I stayed on the beach long after Dirk and Silvia had gone home, watching the tide slowly come back in to where we’d put the dinghy. It’s springs at the moment so a roughly 4m tide fall. Quite dramatic.
I’m suffering from a million tiny insect bites which are hellishly itchy. They’re from “no see ’ems”! Tiny translucent biters which you can barely see. You sure know they’ve been though!
1730: Well, we’re anchored in Caleta Pulpito. It’s very pretty, actually, and we’ve had a beautiful sunset with lovely purple light fading into inky blue. Jack has curled up on top of the Yankee, on the bow, so we haven’t had the heart to move her and put it away! They do love finding cozy spots in the sails. I saw Alex tucked into a fold of the staysail this morning. So cute.
We ended up motoring most of the way, as the forecast northerly wind veered to a very light SE, almost on the nose! We saw a couple of whales briefly. Otherwise an uneventful trip.
23.08.21 @ 1400. We’d barely done an hour and a half this morning when the wind swung sharply onto our nose. So we’ve hunkered behind a headland rather than trying to punch into it. If it eases later we’ll carry on, otherwise might catch the morning tide at 0130, to continue to Isla Estanque. The weather gods are not cooperating!
1915: Been underway about 45 minutes, motoring. It’s a pleasant temperature at last. It was 35°C earlier and muggy. Too hot!
24.08.21: I’m suffering terribly with insect bites. Locally known as Jejenes, and as No See Ums by the gringos, these ferocious, almost invisible, tiny gnats make you itch insanely. I’ve got dozens of bites, and long sleeves and trousers only help so much as they can penetrate the fine cotton layers. I’m taking as much antihistamine as I dare, swimming a lot to cool down and clean them and using barrels of repellant and topical creams. All too little effect. My sanity is in question right now!
To really make life awesome, I’ve cut my big toe alongside the nail bed. It’s not looking good. This morning I cleaned it using sterile gear, debriding it and dressed it. Ouchy! But hopefully that’ll do the trick. I’m almost at the point where I just want to get to San Carlos and hide in a 5 star hotel for a week!
Plus – yes, there’s more – the growth I’ve been keeping an eye on, which I think is a BCC, has accelerated and become sort of scaly and sore. I need it removed asap. I’d do it myself if it, wasn’t on the back of my right forearm! Murphy has a lot to answer for!
Jack caught her first bird this morning. Of course, she brought it inside, thinking we’d be delighted with her and let her devour it in the saloon, however she was sadly disallusioned! I released it, as it was at that stage unharmed, other than terrified. Jack wasn’t thrilled with me but really! Isn’t their instinct to hunt incredible.
1440: We’ve just rounded the Eastern side of Isla Estanque, having decided to get to SC as fast as we can. The wind is supposed to go west, then north tonight, so I hope it does and we can sail. I’m on watch. Bernie’s been busy spear fishing and made tacos for lunch, so he needs a rest!
Wednesday 25th August, 1745: We’re 40nm from San Carlos, Bernie having decided unilaterally to go direct, not rest at Isla San Pedro Mártir as planned. So it’s been light sailing conditions, very slow, hot and sleepless. The cats are sacked out on the floor like limp rags, poor kitties. We’re not much better! It’s 35°C right now.
We’ve had engine troubles, again. My faith in the old Perkins is shakey. Then Bernie said he wanted to sail west of Mártir and take a straight run to SC. I pointed out that that would put us on a lee shore of a very nasty place if we got into trouble with no engine. He concurred and we jibed and went east of the island. Amen. But his calls are concerning me too. Its not the first time. I know we’re both tired but it’s nothing on what the Pacific crossing will be like. I’m rethinking my wish to do that.
It’s been nicer sailing the latter part of this afternoon though. We’ve caught and released 4 Mahimahi, too small for my conscience, and hooked a really big one that got off! Of course. Not before I’d expended a lot of energy reeling it in though! Interestingly, there was a whole school of small mahimahi following it in. The water’s so clear we could see them all. Fascinating.
We’re almost out of food, so a big grocery shop will be first order of the day on arrival! OK. Maybe a visit to Hammerheads for mojitos! And Barracuda Bob’s for their amazing clam chowder. I’m so looking forward to being able to talk to the whanau, and to seeing Kim, Nancy and Glenn.
1300: She’s all go! Got about 40 knots from the east now so Momo has been flying. Less than 3nm to go. We’re inside Bay of LA now. Jack came outside but prudently decided to go below again!
It’s a really large bay with many islands and shelter from all directions really. There’s a hurricane hole as well. Let’s hope we don’t need that! I was surprised to see lots of those shingle fans we get at home coming off the mountains onto the river flats. It doesn’t seem to fit the geology here but what would I know! Matt…..?!
Bernie’s been on watch the last hour and a half as my gut has gone crazy again. I’m officially over it! I guess no food for me for a while. Alex came and snuggled down on my tummy, a nice soft spot, I’ll grant you! She was totally relying on me to hold her in place as we toss about! And pat her, of course. Sweet cat. Jack gets her nose out of joint when Alex cuddles me, jealous little monster. She thinks I’m her human!
We anchored at about 1330, just in time to get everything put away before a thunder storm hit! First rain in many months! Lightening makes us nervous, though. We sat in togs, enjoying the fresh water wash down! Wish it had been more. We’re a bit NW of an anchorage called La Mona. There’s a fair few flash looking gringo houses.
Bernie has been systematically going through all the lockers, doing a full invectory of his gear, over the last few days. It’s a good idea. I’m so innately organised that I wouldn’t need to, but its not usual modus operandi for him! He seems to be quite enjoying it and getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He’s found all sorts of treasures he forgot he had, and a load of obsolete stuff too. I’m actually pretty glad we didn’t cross the Pacific this year. It would’ve been on a wing and a prayer. He’s in a much stronger headspace now, which can only get better.
11.08.21: Not a good night. As if it wasn’t enough that I had to climb over all manner of stuff to get to the bathroom all day yesterday, even though I’d asked Bernie to leave a clear path for me, given the nature of my illness! He then decided to watch a ghastly TV series at full volume, long after I’d gone to bed. In the end I had to get up and ask him to turn it down. By then it was nearly 11pm. Then he came down noisily for more rum and left the saloon light on, so I shut my door. About an hour later, just as I was finally nodding off, my body having decided it didn’t need a gallop to el baño for a bit, he decided to refresh the cats water bowl (which he never does usually) and rearrange the galley (not wash the dishes, of course) in some way, clattering around heavy footed. Oh my frigging god. I finally lost patience, got up and yelled “are you trying to keep me awake?”. He said “your door’s shut”. Seriously? He thinks a thin wooden door, with slats in it, stops any noise? Give me strength. I’ve truly never met anyone who is so unable to imagine or notice the effects of their actions on others. And the intensely frustrating bit is, he’s not trying to be thoughtless, he just never sees past his own wishes and never looks ahead, just ‘does’. So I’ve had a shocking sleep and still can’t eat. Not a happy (or tolerant, sorry, Bernie) camper.
1020: Anchored about half an hour ago outside the Bay of LA Town itself. Its not very inspiring but we hope to find internet, a lavanderia and fresh food. I’m feeling really lousy and just told Bernie I’m not up to marching round town. He’s on his own this time. I’ve had another rehydration sachet.
12.08.21: It’s getting on in the afternoon. We’ve had a busy day. Yesterday we did go and use the restaurant WiFi and Bernie said he’d go and check out where to get propane and groceries while I stayed in the shade. However, in the end he just sat there with me. Funny how when he’s crook or working on translation, I have to do all the chores alone, but not when the boots on the other foot.
I am slowly improving but had another pretty disturbed night. I’m tired, without energy and fairly quick fused at the moment! So today we went and WiFi’d again, then Bernie carried the propane bottle off to get filled. When he got back he said “the supermarket is just over there. I’m hot so you can go and do the shopping.” Of course that means I have to carry it all alone as well. I did my best but couldn’t get everything and wasn’t at my best on my return. I told Bernie if he wanted beer he could carry it himself! He didn’t bother! Anyway we got the essentials.
I did get a nice chat with Matt before the internet gave out. But it was too early in NZ I think, only Lucy and Fizz being up.
This afternoon we’ve been reorganising stuff and cleaning, well, I have. Bernie wants to leave tomorrow. I tried to organise things with Dawnda but I think she was at work. We’re trying to have a get together somewhere in early September.
13.08.21: There’s a ketch anchored near us called Sara M! Her people are Robyn and Alan. They invited us over for an evening and we really enjoyed their company. They’re staying here till after the hurricane season. Alan built their yacht, a very traditional and lovely sailing vessel. Robyn is like me; loves photos! So we looked at each others pics of our kids. She has a granddaughter too.
Today we’re heading further north, planning to get to Puerto Refugio in a day or two. Bernie suddenly is anxious to get back to San Carlos and work. So we’ll be back online in a couple of weeks, I’d say.
3.08.21: One of those days. It was after mid morning before we got enough wind to sail, a nice southerly. Seeing a WNW course for San Francisquito, Bernie organise the Stay and Yankee sails while I adjusted the course. With a strong tidal current pulling us north we’ve had to point higher than expected.
We put the lure out but the boobies kept diving on it. Fortunately they are the most useless hunters! Really not the smartest birds! However eventually one got its foot hooked so we pulled it in and I held it while Bernie got the hook out. Poor thing. They’re so tame though, and don’t panic when you hold them. It was fine and I’m sure will heal easily. However we gave up having the line out.
1717: We’ve got 5nm to go, light wind and making only 3 knots. No rush though and it’s been a lovely sail. I had one of those huge tidal waves of grief wash over me today. The unfairness of it all, the disbelief that I will truly never see Danny again. Fuck, it sucks big time. I sat on the bow and raged and cried. Gotta get it out of the system. And carry on.
Poor Bernie is always sweet and kind about my melt downs. And then I feel a bitch because it makes me low, short and intolerant after one of these times. Everything annoys me. I’m best to hide in my cabin and read. That way, his habit of doing half the dishes, or not washing hands after a pee, or leaving a sharp knife lying on deck for me to get stabbed with, or making me repeat everything three times, etc etc, won’t end up with me regretting my temper! He doesn’t mean to be thoughtless, it’s just the way he lives in his head, not the real world!
We have had incredible amounts of algae today. Huge blooms of yellow over miles of sea. Quite remarkable. There’ll be some very happy whale sharks around! Not that we saw any today, just one lone sea lion. Making a racket, of course! I’m pretty sure they’re related to seagulls and politicians; they all love the sound of their own voices.
We arrived in San Francisquito about 1730, tidied the sails etc, and relaxed.
Thursday 5th August : 1800. Today’s been the worst since coming back after Danny died. Thanks to Bernie’s complete lack of sensitivity. He has to “know everything” and started asking me really deeply probing questions about how I felt about the way Danny died, not being there for him etc. It knocked me for six and put me in a really catatonic state. I went to bed and slept basically for 24 hours. He said he couldn’t wake me. I couldn’t wake myself. He sailed from Bahía San Francisquito to almost Isla Partida before I even knew we were moving. It was a wild ride too, he said. But I was totally out of it. When I did wake up, I was as weak as a kitten and shakey, just like after I first got the news of Danny’s death. It scared us both and I reckon he won’t try to satisfy his dammed intellectual curiosity again.
7.08.21: It’s early morning and I’m finally feeling okay again. I was still pretty weak yesterday but felt more normal by evening. We talked about my triggers and his inability to read social cues. Things are alright between us but I was pretty angry with him for a bit.
On a brighter note, we have Polaris (Nell, Tylor, Bohdie and Kai) with us. Also Manta, their friend Steve’s trimaran. We met them all in the Marina Seca while hauled out in February. So we’re all anchored here in Isla Partida together. It’s great to have another woman around! We’ll likely sail in tandem for a while.
1430: We’ve been under way for about an hour heading to Animas Slot, an interesting looking anchorage on the Baja. It’s a great wind and we’re doing over 6 knots just on the mainsail. Polaris and Manta left a little before us and were going to go the same way, but engine problems on Polaris has decided them to head to Bahía de los Angeles. Animas Slot is small and an unsettling bay to be forced to sail on and off the anchor, with no engine back up. We had a fun morning with them all, snorkeling. Unbelievable numbers of big fish. Bernie was like a pig in clover! Hopefully I got some nice photos. Tylor thinks he can fix my spear, hooray. He’s got a welder and has a few jobs to do in Bay of LA. I’ll be stoked if he can! They’re a really neat family.
1800: We anchored at about 1600. What a magic wee bay, very sheltered and picturesque, with pink and yellow tinged mountains, Sierra Agua de Soda, circling it. We stowed the sails and got the dinghy in the water, dying for a swim! There’s a big rocky islet on the western side of the bay and we snorkeled around it. The last bit was a decent work out with strong current. The marine life continues to be astounding. We saw at least four turtles in not very great visibility. I saw a large barricuda trying to hide in a school of smaller fish. I’ve just used up some leftovers for dinner in a Mole Verde, my favourite mole sauce. We might stay here a couple of days. It’s beautiful.
I would almost kill for a massage right now……. 😜
8.08.21: A fairly busy day in the scheme of things! I’ve cooked, done a ton of laundry, by hand of course, been ashore to get sand for the cats’ litter box, put up the shade cloth and we went fishing. Well, I took my camera and Bernie took his gun. His gun is too long for me to load so I can’t fish atm. However I was rewarded – finally – by seeing an octopus while I had my camera in hand and I got some great shots. So that made my day.
9.08.21: The tide range is quite big here, especially now at Springs, about 3.2m. It changes the look of the bay entirely. One good thing, if we come back here with Polaris and Manta, we’ll know where to anchor everyone safely, having seen where the sneaky rocks are!
I’m crook this morning. Got the squits, not fun. Tummy roiling like a river in flood. Not sure what set me off, as we’ve been eating so healthily. Fish and fresh veges/salad stuff every day. Oh well, it’s one way to shed the extra pounds I’ve got on me at the moment!
10.08.21: Still crook. Thank god for rehydration sachets! They do taste unbelievably foul though, almost as bad as bowel prep for a colonosopy. Pretty rough night overall, with pangas arriving in the bay using flood lights at 0220. Then the cats got over excited by the bird sized moths here. There’s wings all over the floor this morning! Best I vacuum today.
We plan to head to Bay of LA this morning with the flood tide. You get a couple of knots pick up in this channel. It’s Spanish name, Salsipuedes, means “get out if you can”! Yachties beware. Go with wind and tide in your favour or not at all!
1000: We were underway by 0930, course NNW with a nice southerly wind and making 5 knots with 2 reefs in the mainsail. Low tide was 0835 so well get a nice kick from the flooding tide too.
I just made a Mediterranean breakfast, good clean food for an upset gut! Apart from being a bit light headed off and on, I’m fine. I think. No idea what caused it. The only thing we’ve done differently lately is eat a lot of grouper. They’re so abundant up here. Can one eat too much fish? I don’t know. Yet another thing to Google later!
Our intention was to leave last Saturday, after provisioning in Santa Rosalia, but the forecast southerly winds disappeared and so its only now we’re on our way.
It’s 70nm from Isla San Marcos to Isla San Pedro Mártir and we aimed to leave around midnight. In the end we were off at about 0230,with a nice ESE breeze. Once clear of the island’s shelter, we got great lift and Momo dug in her heels and flew! We averaged 7.5 knots for the first 25nm, before taking two reefs in the sail, to calm things a bit in the big quartering seas. Fun for us, less so for the cats! It was pretty impossible to sleep so we just took turns napping.
It’s 0845 now and while the winds eased, we’ve still got 2m swells and making good speed. Bernie just took a reef out to try and balance the rolls with increased speed! It’s amazing really that a small scrap of canvas can haul 15 tons of yacht along so easily!
Alex is stretched out on the shelf above my bed and Jack is under the table. Neither seems worried and certainly not sick. They’ve definitely become solid little sailors! We’ve got the lure out and I really hope we get a Dorado. I’d give a lot to see their reaction to such a big fish!
0950: It didn’t work. Momo’s rolling like a bitch! 25nm to go. 1135: Got the light air sail up now and making 4 knots. It’s less rolly which I’m grateful for. Ever since I started on fluoxetine I’ve been inclined to feel a bit off, not quite sea sick but average, in rollers. I’ve never been prone to sea sickness and its the only thing I’m doing differently. Who knows. I’m blaming the drug! 19nm to go.
Isla San Pedro Mártir is the most remote island in the sea of Cortez, the closest land being Bahía San Francisquito 30nm away. Its steep – to shoreline only offers deep anchorage and it’s seldom frequented. However, it’s home to numerous migratory and local sea birds, and it’s nutrient rich waters teem with marine life. We’re keen to see for ourselves, so waited for this weather window to sail up, followed by a calm day. According to Windy, which I have to say is notoriously inaccurate here!
We hooked two Dorado en route and they both got off! I didn’t see the first but the second one was small, less than 1m, so I was glad to let it go! Bernie not so much! A young brown booby also got its foot hooked but we released it with little more than its pride dented. We pulled the lure in after that, not wanting to get another bird.
2000: OMG. I cannot wait to share photos with you. This Isla is just amazing. I’m so glad we risked this anchorage and came. It’s absolutely teeming with life. We were escorted into our anchorage (which we approached very cautiously) by dozens of young Brown Boobies, dropping the pick about 1620. We’re in 52ft of clear midnight blue water, under towering guano covered cliffs that look as if there’s been recent snow. Huge cacti stand like aspens on a ski field.
Along with the Boobies, we were treated to an exuberant display of double flips by a huge ray, and massive sea lions coming to see who the interlopers were. Those we heard long before seeing them! Though tired and hungry, we decided to take a bag of lime chips and a cold beer on deck and just enjoy the scene. The cats joined us, on high alert at all the strange sights and sounds. I threw a few spuds, veges and fish fillets in the oven to cook themselves while we progressed to a nice chilled sauvignon blanc. Such an incredible place. Just when I think the Sea of Cortez couldn’t get better, it does.
Saturday 31st July: It’s about 45 minutes before sunrise and I’m on deck again enjoying the cooler air with mis gatitas. I slept like a log.
Who knew that seals and sea lions make such an enormous range of noises. They honk, bark, sneeze and cough like an old man, scream like a distressed woman, roar and huff like lions, make a range of sheep noises (Bernie even wondered if there were sheep here!), goat and cattle noises, do great elephant and monkey impersonations, and so many more! Astonishing.
At dusk the adult Boobies and Frigate birds returned to roost, checking us out first. The Boobies, especially, are very curious, getting close enough that two bumped into the stays! I decided to swim and put the rope ladder I made over. Bliss! We didn’t want to put the dingy over or the sails away yet, in case the anchoring proved problematic overnight. But it’s fine and with no wind this morning, all is well.
1100: Before breakfast this morning I noticed Alex leap out my window, then stop half way and adopt that stalking stillness cats do on the hunt. Looking around her I could see a booby sitting on the guard trail, not a metre away. Entranced I tiptoed outside with my camera. By then there was another bird on the rail and a third on the dingy. Wondering, slightly worried, where Jack was, I crept up the starboard waist, taking pictures as I went. The booby on the dingy flew off when I got about 2′ from it but the others stayed. Then I noticed Jack sitting in the sail, glaring intently at both birds, totally entralled! They watched me go quietly right to the bow, seemingly unconcerned by my presence. I got wonderful photos of both cats and the two Boobies interacting, fascinated with each other. Jack, I could tell, was dying to touch them, reaching her paw out, then chickening out! I called Bernie to come and see, and he brought his fancy camera. We spent a good half hour watching them all. Magic.
Unsurprisingly, the Boobies decided the solar panels were a great perch. The cats were somewhat intimidated by their sheer numbers. In the end I scared them off with the mop! They got the message! We don’t really want poop all over the deck.
1st August : We had an amazing afternoon yesterday. We took the dingy to explore the immediate area. The water is so clear and we got incredible pictures. Then…. Then! We swam with the seals and sea lions. I got in first to see how they’d react. It was a wee bit scary but they were just really curious. So so cool. And I finally saw a turtle while I had my camera!
As if that wasn’t amazing enough, we spotted a huge pod of dolphins and motored over to them. We got in the water near by and after some time, the nosy ones came over to check us out. Such an epic experience to swim with wild animals, spontaneously. Once we got back in the dingy and started the engine, a bunch of them played in the bow wave. It was so beautiful. We felt truly blessed. I just am blown away by the sea life here.
Today we decided to circumnavigate the island! It took just over two hours and was stunning. The geology of this place is fascinating. I wish Matt was here to explain how you get so many different colours, types of stone and shapes of the land masses in one place! We saw literally hundreds, if not thousands, of sea lions and seals. Bernie got some great photos. We saw three injured sea lions, two probably from fighting, but one stuck in fish net around its head and shoulders. I tried to get it off but it wouldn’t let me. It was pretty upsetting.
After I made lunch, Bernie went hunting. I didn’t want to go, partly coz we don’t actually need any fish and he was just obsessed with getting a “big” grouper (he didn’t!), and partly coz I needed me time. It was good too. I do need my own space at times. So the cats and I chilled, bird watching! The Boobies are so tame. I even touched a couple of them. They just glare at you, the closer you get, not that worried! Alex had a run at one, trying to see it off! It went! But she only was being brave because I was there! Both cats are fairly intimidated by so many big birds circling Momo. They watch from safety under the shade cloth. Sensible kitties.
August 2nd: I’m out enjoying the early morning cool again. The cats are chasing moths, which are enormous here. More like the gorgeous wee Humming birds I’ve seen in San Carlos. The Frigate birds are hunting overhead. They are majestic birds, very distinctive. They’d make a nice tattoo! They perch on the very top of the massive Cordon cacti, so presumably there’s no thorns right on top! We saw some big hunting birds with white heads on them too. I wondered if they could be Bald Eagles, but I don’t know if those come this far south. I’ll look it up when we get internet again.
Apparently the island used to be mined for guano. There’s certainly tons of it! We’ve seen lots of stone walls built around the island, in odd places. It must’ve been highly dangerous, as its very steep and much of the rock looks crumbly. We wondered if the walls were to stop rock falls. Something else to research later!
I think we’ll spend another day here if the weather stays calm. Its just so wonderful. I don’t know why yachties don’t come here more often. The anchoring isn’t that bad. It’s sand and small stones in this bay so good holding, even if it’s relatively deep. You just put more chain out! And it’s remarkably sheltered, except from the north. Still, perhaps we should keep the myth going, and not let this incredible slice of paradise be overrun by humans!
1530: We’ve just been fishing. I got two triggerfish and a hogfish before I lost my spear tip. So annoyed. I shot another hogfish and it sped under a rock. When I pulled the line I just got a broken spear. I took the gun back to the dingy then got Bernie and we dived to try and find the fish and/or the tip. No joy. So I swam with my camera after that and saw two turtles and a huge moray.
However, Bernie got the catch of the day, a real trophy. A beautiful 9lb golden grouper. They are great eating and plentiful but hard to get, so fast and clever! He was stoked and I think plans to can it. He also got a smaller brown grouper, so we’ll be good for a few days.
I’ve been thinking I should try and give an idea of the huge diversity of marine life here. We’ve seen so many different species and there’s many I haven’t identified! But I’ve also learned a lot. I now know which ones are good to hunt when we need fish for dinner. We try and go spear fishing in different areas too, to minimise our impact. Though our “footprint” is miniscule compared to even the local pungas, never mind the trawlers. But then, we should all do our bit!
So here goes! We have seen….
Amber Jack, Grouper, Rooster fish, Sail fish, Mahimahi, dolphins, Blue whale, humpback whale, lots of different snapper, triggerfish, grunts, wrasses, hogfish, goatfish, sea bass, chubs, trevally, Barracuda, Drummers, and Mullet.
Turtles, sting rays, devil rays, Eagle rays, moray eels, spiny porcupine fish, banded guitar fish, round rays, pufferfish and tobies, stone scorpion fish, sea stars & urchins galore and lobsters.
Many Butterflyfish, parrotfish, yellowtail surgeon fish, Giant hawkfish, various damselfish, gafftopsail pompano, convict surgeonfish, Cortez rainbow wrasse, King and many other angelfish, a bunch of Whiptail and Bream, Needlefish, Fusiliers, Razorfish, Gobies, and Blennies
Add to that the equally stunning diversity in the plant life and corals, all so colourful and beautiful. Not to mention all the things I cannot put a name to!
I don’t know if WordPress has changed something but all of a sudden I can’t upload many pics on a blog. So annoying.
24.07.21: We watched a couple of episodes of Outlander tonight. It was the part where Jamie duals with Black Jack Randall, and Claire loses her baby. Even though I’ve read the books and expected this part of the story, I somehow didn’t think how it might press buttons for me.
And, boy, did it. Her grief hit me as if I’d lost Danny yesterday. I remembered the disconnect in my brain between knowing he was gone on an intellectual level and denying that was a feasible thing, that my beautiful son could be gone, I’d never see him, touch him, laugh with him again. Then seeing her not want to hand over her baby’s body, I remembered not wanting them to take Danny away before the funeral, wanting to gaze upon him a little longer, knowing I’d never see him again.
It’s a cruel thing. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Those intensely painful feelings you can’t imagine how you’ll recover from. Then I remind myself, one does go on, inevitably. There’s little choice.
I need to live in the moment, make enough positive energy for the both of us. But, hot damn, sometimes it’s a big ask. I miss him with every fibre of my being.
02.07.21: It is the kittens’ birthday week. They are one year old so I guess I have to start calling them cats. Maybe kitty cats! They’re such dear wee beasts and give us so much joy. They’re quite different personalities, Jack more nosey and bold, Alex more vocal and gentle. Until they’re scrapping, then they battle so hard with each other but seldom use claws!
Their favourite pastimes are watching Bernie fillet fish, knowing they’ll get a wee treat, and chasing flies or bees (the latter a dubious option, entailing frequent stings!). In fact, we’ve all been stung but it seems to have little effect on the cats. They certainly know which is which!
They spend their time where we are, following us around like we each have our own “familiar”! And in the heat of the day (roughly 0930 to 1930!) they lounge upside down, bellies airing, legs in all directions! They’re very trusting and assume we won’t stand on them when, for example, they collapse right at the bottom of the stairs! They’ve also become thoroughly smart boat cats and haven’t fallen in since January! Even when racing about on top of the shade cloth. Maybe coz the water was so dammed cold that time, it imprinted more strongly!
Other than being entertained by las Gatitas, we’ve been relatively busy. Bernie is getting a good amount of translation work, we’ve both been doing maintenance jobs, lots of snorkeling and spear fishing as required. I’ve got pretty efficient too.
We’ve had a couple of quick runs to Santa Rosalia for supplies and spent time with two lots of boating friends. Patrick, Sherrie and their two kids on Falkor 4.2, and some friends of Bernie’s, Jake and Bergundy on Sassafrass! BBQs on the beach are a current fave evening.
It seems incredible that the year’s more than half gone. Matt and Meg are back in the UK. They’re going to motorbike round Wales and Scotland soon. We hope to head north in a week or two, to Bay of LA. No internet there so we’ll let everyone know before we leave here! The big sorrow of recent times was the postponement of Tomorrowland again. Next year, fingers crossed. So I’m thinking I’ll fly home for the Summer, and catch up with everyone in NZ.
3.07.21: The water was super naturally clear this morning. Bernie had work to do and his ears are giving him a lot of trouble (not that he’ll listen to the onboard nurse about it) so I went snorkeling alone. Spent nearly 3hrs in the water. The visibility wax incredible. I took a few pics. There were few large fish species around which I found interesting, and no turtles. Some days they’re abundant, others not. I wonder where they go!
Today is the 6th of June. It’s early evening now, a light SW breeze keeping the temperature manageable and not a cloud in the sky. As always. Even though the weather is utterly perfect all the time here, I still find myself saying jolly nearly every day “it’s a gorgeous day”! I can’t help loving that each new day is warm and sunny. I appreciate it.
Bernie and I were just discussing, a couple of evenings ago, how much time we spend just watching the world go by, gazing over the sea, simply enjoying the beauty around us. We never get tired of seeing dolphins, whales, rays, the underwater life when we snorkel. The abundance in this unique area is wonderful, reassuring; though I often think how astonishing it must’ve been in decades past. Yesterday we counted nine trawlers in this small area. If it were just local fishing pungas and cruisers like us fishing, I think the sealife here would be even more wondrous. I do wish they’d outlaw those indiscriminate fishing methods. When we fish, we only get enough for our meal or a couple of days, only what we aim for, no bycatch, no bait fish required, no damage to the surroundings. It’s sustainable.
We had a fairly jolly evening with Patrick and Sherrie last night. I’d taken Patrick on his first spear fishing jaunt. He really enjoyed it, like me, a fan of the fact you’re snorkeling and fishing. You get to see the beauty around you as well as try for food. It wasn’t good visibility unfortunately and not many fish around (where do they go on the days we don’t see many!) and we came back empty handed. A rare event actually. But it was still fun and he’s determined to get his own gear now. I’d baked some muffins though, so we took a couple over to Falkor for him! Sherrie doesn’t like them! And Bernie and I rolled home in the dark, in a soft dinghy! I think las gatitas have put claw holes in it! Oh well!
This morning I decided the time had come to put the shade cloth up again. It’s getting hot now, over 30°C routinely. The shade cloth makes a big difference, shading a large chunk of the boat while still allowing air flow. The cats have both given their stamp of approval, moving from the saloon floor to the cabin roof! They’re hot on the trail of flies night and day. I like to think they’ve learned bees aren’t the best target species to chase but Bernie thinks that’s too optimistic. He could be right. I got stung today while sitting on deck reading. A bee snuck up my dress and stung me on the panty line. Most inconsiderate!
Falkor headed for Santa Rosalia this morning, after a slow start according to Patrick! They haven’t been there before and are taking a berth. Sherrie needs to see a doctor. I think she might have a perforated ear drum. They’ve offered to bring us back more food and drink, bless them. Saves us having to go any time soon. Bernie’s busy with work which is good.
World Ocean Day – 7th June. I’ve celebrated today’s focus on our oceans by going spear fishing (got a nice wrasse) and snorkeling, as well as sitting on deck watching the big rays hunt near the surface. Really, I celebrate sea life every day.
8.06.21: This morning I did a beach clean up, making a little bonfire on the shore and burning any litter I found, along with our burnable stuff. We rinse out cans and glass for recycling when it’s available.
While that was happening I snorkeled, with a sharp eye out for sting rays buried in the shallows! There’s lots of them but you can usually spot the areas they like and avoid swimming directly over them. They stay put as long as you’re not too close above them.
I got a couple of photos of starfish near the show too, the ones I call Rasta Hats!
There were also a lot of fish skeletons, hammerhead sharks and rays included.
Upon checking out some other sailing blogs, I’ve discovered lots of cruisers start their blog with who the crew are, how many on board and other official info. I’m not gonna! I mean, it’s just me, Bernie and dos gatitas. Any visitors are such high excitement you’ll know about it all right. And if either gatita went missing you’d hear the wails from New Zealand!
We’re currently motoring from Bahía Santa Inés to Puerto Viejo on the south end of San Marcos Island. We set out under sail but lost wind not long in unfortunately. I made cerviche for lunch out of the trigger fish I got yesterday. Its a good feeling, getting some of the food. Las gatitas thought they should share it! They love they whole fish process, especially watching Bernie fillet them, cos they get snacks and the skin to chew!
28th May: Last night as we sat on deck having sundowners, the panga we’d seen over beneath the cliffs chugged slowly and erratically towards us! In it, it transpired, were a bunch of local fishermen drinking tecate beer, who’d been diving for clams! They had loads and asked if we’d like some. We nodded eagerly, as our last experience with fresh chocolate clams was great. They refused to charge us so we gratefully accepted the container they handed us! I transferred them into a bucket of water for the night. This morning I made a clam pasta dish with half of them and we’ve had it for lunch. So good!
We saw the Blood moon rise last night, in its full eclipse. It was stunning. The most amazing moonrise I’ve seen. We’d had one of my latest muffins batch each, which improved the experience! Quite other worldly.
I forgot to mention, when we were snorkeling in San Juanico, we saw a huge moray eel. We think it was a Panamic Green Moray. They grow to 1.5m and the one we saw was easily that big. It wasn’t aggressive to us as we didn’t have any catch on us and were about 2m above it.
This afternoon we took the dingy around to the little mining town here, in the hopes of some tomatoes and maybe alcohol! But they’re still not letting anyone ashore. Bummer. So the last tomato went into fresh made guacamole. Down to canned toms! I’ve still got onions, potatoes and Kumaras, plus a couple of Jicama left. And butter, cheese and eggs!
Sunday 30th May: Bernie has been busy today doing small maintenance jobs. I’ve made an Asian dish with the clams he dived for yesterday and more muffins, ginger ones this time. We both went snorkeling for clams yesterday but I freaked out at the huge numbers of rays around. There were dozens of them in the shallows. And I’m no good at free diving deep. So Bernie got the clams! I was safety number in the dinghy.
June 1st 2021: Nearly half way through the year. Astonishing! Yesterday we sailed from Puerto Viejo to San Bruno, a tiny village associated with the mining outfit on the Baja. We hoped to get some groceries. Bernie stayed on Momo and I went to investigate. There were two pretty good little supermarkets but I didn’t take enough money. It was way more expensive than most places. Still I got fresh stuff, a little juice and some beer. It was dammed hot carrying it back!
Then we sailed towards Sweet Pea Bay, arriving late afternoon. With the bay to ourselves we had a cold beer and then a swim to cool off, before another sundowner and food! It was a gorgeous evening.
This morning, after Kim tacos for breakfast (scrambled eggs, grated cheese and guacamole hot sauce tacos, recipe thanks to Kim!) we went fishing. I got the only fish, a trigger fish. But it was lovely snorkeling with beautiful red anenomes. I’ll have to take my camera. I did shoot a huge hogfish but two of the most enormous moray eels claimed it and I wasn’t arguing. Scared the life out of me! I’d seen another huge moray earlier just as I’d been about to pull the trigger on a big trigger fish! The sight of its jaws in close proximity was enough to stay my hand! But the second two were massive, at least a foot thick in the body. Just no! I’ll try and find them tomorrow to get photos. Maybe….
4th June: Two days ago some friends showed up in their ketch, Falkor. We met them in Loreto after I rescued their young daughter, MJ, who’d got blown a bit far on her paddle board. She was OK but I towed her back in the dinghy and met Sherrie and Patrick, her parents, and her brother, Kai. Their yacht is named after a book character by the same author who wrote Momo. Patrick is German and Sherrie is Canadian so lots in common! Neat family. We’ve had drinks and dinner on each others yachts now. Tomorrow I’m teaching Patrick to spear fish! Bit like theatre….see one, do one, teach one!
We’ve had some good fishing and I’ve snorkeled with my camera just for the joy of our surroundings. The sea life is fabulous. Gee, I might have mentioned that before!
Having left Loreto two days ago in a decent SW wind, giving us over 7 knots, and expecting to make San Marcos over night in the predicted weather window, the winds promptly died two hours in. So we anchored at Isla Coronados again and resumed heading north about 10am yesterday. We had reasonable wind off and on for 6 hours but had only made San Juanico by 1630. So we have anchored in the southern part of the bay, west of all the amazing rock formations around Punta Mercenarios.
Today has been almost flat calm all day so we’ve decided to stay and do some serious fishing on the gorgeous reef here. We’ve hunted twice today, getting 3 this morning and 7 this afternoon. I’ve got 5 of them. Still having spear teething problems. I think Bernie has beaten the band issue but the string needs replacing. It knots too easily and finally broke this afternoon. I got two trigger fish, a grouper, a grunt and a wrasse. Pretty happy with that. We’re going to get more tomorrow and smoke it all. Lasts longer that way. Then head on north.
18.05.21: Amazing morning’s spear fishing. We got two buckets of fish so can smoke it all, hooray. I got the most massive Maori fish either of us has seen. We’re pretty sure it’s a type of grouper and excellent eating. So I’m about to suss out a recipe for it. Prize catch! I think I finally got a “well done” out of Bernie! He’s filleting the rest with the cats help. They love it. He shot a small snapper so we’ll have that for breakfast tomorrow. The other 6 fish and the ones we got yesterday will be smoked. Can’t wait. This is a great spot. I wish I’d known about it when Matt and Meg were with us. The snorkeling is beautiful. There were bright yellow anenomes on one big rock and they closed when you touched them gently. So gorgeous. And the most enormous moray eel – eeek.
19.05.21: I sent another at anchor message from the InReach this morning as we’ve been here longer than expected. We’d originally planned to sail straight up to San Marcos but the winds been so fickle we decided to stay until we got a decent weather window. After all, we’re not time constrained so might as well enjoy the journey.
I baked muffins today, savoury cheese ones. We had two each with our sundowners. Nice little bonus. Wish I’d known they were so easy years ago!
Bernie has been smoking the fish today. Its a fairly long process but the results should be worth it. As soon as he started putting the smoker box together, the cats were getting in it!
20.05.21: I’m sitting in what we’ve dubbed Matt’s Spot, on the support structure for the solar panels. It makes a great elevated seat, just in front on the self steering gear. We’ve got a lovely ESE breeze and are humming along beautifully at around 6 knots. Punta Pulpito is coming up on our port bow, an imposing headland. Its joined to the mainland by a long low spit, so looks like an island from a distance.
We rattled our dags a bit to get going quickly this morning when this wind popped up. It’s been so calm the last few days, so we want to make the most of the good sailing. Once under way I made eggs and tomatoes with the smoked fish Bernie did yesterday. So delicious!
21.05.21: We’re anchored in Bahía Santa Inés, having arrived about 11pm last night. The wind favoured us almost the whole way up so a lovely sailing day. Only had to motor the last couple of miles as it dropped and backed into the North. Bernie had a few rums on arrival but I decided a no alcohol day was in order! Crashed into bed with the gatitas! This morning has just been putting away sails etc. Quiet really.
I’ve messaged with some of the folk we met here at New Year’s. Diane and George Powell, and their son Tom, & as wife, Kathy. They’re going to come for drinks tonight. Should be fun.
Jack’s latest favourite thing is sleeping on top of me!
April 30th: Where’s this year going? It’s certainly been a strange one so far, with so many plan changes, possibilities torn apart and priorities rearranged! Who knows where it’ll end up. I think I’ll end up home actually.
We’ve spent the last few days anchored at the south end of Isla Coronados, 6nm from Loreto. Very strong NW winds were forecast and Loreto isn’t a good place for that. They’ve certainly been pretty fiesty, it’s currently about 25 to 30 knots. I tried to go out and work on the decks but it was too horrible. Bernie’s working on a translation.
He got the rebuilt starter motor installed and the engine started sweetly so job well done. That meant we could put the sail cover on and stow the foresails. The sun is so hard on them but while it was our only form of propulsion we had to have them ready for use.
We had sundowners last night with Mike and Katie from the yacht anchored near us, Alegria. It was great fun, a really awesome couple. I like their boat a lot. The layout of the interior is fantastic. It’s 50′ so a bit bigger than Momo, more my style! We all got pretty happy and when we got back, Bernie fell asleep on the couch! I couldn’t even wake him so just put a blanket over him and went to bed.
Fouche rang the other day. It was great to catch up with him. He wanted to know if he could come and travel with me for 3 weeks. I’d have loved to but it’s the same time Matt and Meg are here, so unfortunate timing. He had just been offered time off before the Mediterranean season gets going. He’s got his Chief Engineers ticket now too, which is great. He’s done very well in the 3 years since he turned up as a greenie on my boat! I’m blessed to have such good friends.
Yesterday we had a run in with a tourist boat that was driving straight through a pod of dolphins, herding them and upsetting them. Ignorant fools. Bernie notified their company who replied they’d talk to the skipper.
The kittens are full of themselves!
May 1st: It’s 1130 and we’ve just started motoring back to Loreto, giving the engine repairs a workout! Alex just gave us both mini heart failure. Both kittens usually go and park in their favourite spots when they realise we’re about to get underway. But we suddenly realised Alex wasn’t to be seen. Having searched inside and out for 5 minutes, with increasing panic, I begged Bernie to stop the engine in case she’d got into the bilge while he was checking the engine and opening the fuel valve. Just as he did, I went onto the bathroom and spotted her sitting on top of the jackets, swinging gently! Such relief. Silly cat! I’ve never seen them get up there before. So onwards we go, happily. Calm seas, sunshine, Bernie working, me on watch and 2 cats.
I’ve spent the morning cleaning stainless. It’s one of those futile jobs which you need to start again the minute you finish, but I quite like it. It’s rewarding, seeing it shining, sans rust. Bernie didn’t even notice, cue the eye roll! I have relaced the wheel leather back on too. It looks much better.
We had peanut butter and tomatoes on toast for breaky. It’s an old favourite of mine and most people screw up their noses when I mention it, but I’ve yet to find someone who doesn’t actually like it once they’ve tried it! Bernie’s my most recent convert.
5.05.21: It’s 2pm and we’re sailing nicely at 5 knots towards Ramada Cove. Matt and Meg rejoined us on Sunday and we had two nights anchored in Loreto while Bernie finished his translation job. The three of us went into town on Monday to have a wander round the town. Both kids liked Loreto as much as I do. Meg bought a couple of cute dresses and a pair of white trousers in a lovely shop we found. We had lunch at the Marina restaurant which has live music daily. It was great. Then we filled the water drums and headed back to Momo. Matt helped me get the water up and into the tanks, then the two of us did a second water run to top us off. Bernie finished his work and we plotted our moves over a few sundowners!
Yesterday was totally calm so we motored over to Isla Coronados and anchored in the south west bay for the night. We went ashore and Matt and I snorkeled. Didn’t see a great variety of fish but the reef looks as if its regrowing slowly. Saw Sting rays and a sea snake. There’s lots of turtles in the bay too. This morning we sailed off the anchor and after a slow start are now only a couple of hours from Ramada. We’ve got the lure out in hopes of a mahimahi!
I’ve been feeling pretty low again lately, also very lacking in confidence and worried about my future. I’ve been super sensitive too. I hate it. So I decided this morning to increase my dose of Fluoxetine to 40mg every second day. If that helps I’ll be very pleased. Bernie’s worried about me taking a higher dose but I can’t expect him to put up with me being such a cow. Matt and Meg have been very understanding and helpful. I’m so grateful to have them here.
6.05.21: We anchored about 1630 yesterday and Bernie straight away went spear fishing. He got two big hogfish so we had a yummy dinner! I cooked the fish and Meg made potato wedges!
Just after we’d gone to bed, Bernie said he could hear a whale so we all tumbled out again. We didn’t see it but certainly heard it. They even sound huge! Matt and Meg were quite awe struck, I think.
The cats are finding it too hot to cuddle at night now, sad face. I miss it but Jack still comes and gives me smooches. He was very attentive earlier this morning. We still get our gender pronouns mixed up, I notice! They get he and she at varying moments!
7.05.21: It’s 0600 and I’ve been awake since 0300. So annoying! It’s been pretty windy too, which wasn’t forecast. Yesterday was stunning. Matt, Bernie and I went snorkeling in the morning. I was going to hunt too but the band on my spear gun came apart on the first loading. So after we got back to Momo, Bernie spent ages fixing it. We went off again after lunch and I got my first fish! Three, in fact; two Maori fish and another one I can’t remember the name of. So I’ve finally put my new spear gun to good use. I was so excited with the first one but didn’t even get a “well done” from Bernie, just “we don’t usually shoot those”. He didn’t know why though. I was a bit bummed so was delighted to get two Maori fish. They’re hard to find and great eating. Bernie got a small grouper, so we baked the three smaller fish for dinner.
Meg made muffins yesterday afternoon as well. So good! Consequently, we had a very relaxed evening on the bow. Its great having them here.
1600: Matt and Meg went for a walk around lunchtime, climbing the hill on the SW side of the bay. Good effort in this heat! When they got back Bernie and I took beers and nibbles to the beach to hang out there for a bit. We swam and the water’s lovely. After that I snorkeled over to the rocky peninsula on the NE side. There’s not a lot there though.
Sunday 9th April: It’s Mother’s Day in New Zealand. I remembered to send an InReach message to Mum yesterday, since they’re ahead of us! When I said about doing that, Bernie suddenly remembered he’d missed his Mum’s birthday.
We took Matt and Meg over to the wee stony beach where we fished two days ago. The snorkeling there is great. We hunted (Bernie got a lovely red snapper) but my gun broke again. And Bernie had put a clear plastic end cover on mine without telling me so I shot two fish, was certain I’d got them but they took off. It wasn’t until I got ashore I saw the plastic. It was funny but… Omg. His lack of communication skills are frustrating at times. Unless something directly affects him personally, he doesn’t notice it!
We decided to watch a movie, which requires us all to sit close together round the table. So Matt and Meg shimmied in one side, and Bernie stretched out along the seat on the other, lounging comfortably along the seat. I said “Ah, Bernie, I need some place to sit”. He scrambled upright going “oh, sorry” but honestly, I wonder how Michelle put up with 20 years of going largely unnoticed! Being taken for granted. It does my head in. I have everyone’s needs in my mind, all day, every day. Bernie can sit two metres away from me and I’ll be cooking. When I put the meal down in front of him, he’ll go “oh, wonderful! When did you make all this?” Seriously, if I didn’t laugh, I’d cry! Anyway, they’ve been dissecting the movie this morning. Matt and Meg didn’t like it. I did warn them about Bernie’s odd taste in movies! It’s 50/50 if you’ll like something he loves!
Matt and Meg have a very cool relationship. I’m so proud of them. They’re so supportive of each other and help each other all the time, are mindful of one another’s needs. They’re honest and strong, don’t let each other step on their wishes, talk things out. They seem well matched in their aims in life, both physically and emotionally. Wish I could’ve found that level of trust with someone. I’ve never been with anyone who’s truly had my back. And since Danny died, all desire for a relationship with anyone has vanished. My mojo has gone! It’s peaceful in a way!
I watched some local guys fishing with the circular weighted fishing nets they throw for catching bait fish. It was pretty cool to see.
May 10th: We’ve anchored back in Isla Coronados after having to motor most of the way back! Flat calm day – ideal sailing weather according to Matt! Mmm, something wrong with that picture! We saw lots of dolphins though, which made them happy! Tomorrow we’ll go into Loreto and they go to La Paz the next day. It’s a hot evening. 6pm and over 30°C.
11th : So we’ve said goodbye to Matt and Meg. Boohoo. I’ve taken the laundry ashore and grabbed some cheese and tomatoes! The rest of the shopping can wait till tomorrow. The kittens have helped me make the beds and are now relaxing.
Monday 19th April: Bernie finished his translation job yesterday morning so we prepped Momo and headed out of La Paz around 1630. Aiming to sail through the night, with variable and unpredictable winds forecast, we hoped for the best! The kittens hunkered down in bed with me, happily at first and somewhat disillusioned once I was on watch and getting up every 20 minutes! After a couple of hours on a port tack, the weather gods smiled on us and we were granted a following sea for the entire night! 34nm and only two jibes later, at 0730 we approached the entrance to this gorgeous bay on the south of Isla San Francisco.
A manta ray celebrated dawn with us, leaping out of the sea to our starboard, as we prepared to anchor. Only moments after setting the anchor, peering over the side into incredibly clear water, we saw a huge turtle mosey on by, below Momo, and a bunch of puffer fish. Not long after that we saw dolphins cruising round the bay and more turtles, one simply sunbathing on the surface near us. It’s so heartening to see so much sea life here.
There’s no internet and I’m dying to send pictures to Matt and Meg! I wish they were here. Meg would love being able to snorkel without getting wet! The water is that clear! After bacon and eggs for breakfast, we went for a hike, scrambling up a trail above the sea cliffs. It was a stunning view and a lot of fun. Saw lots of lizards. Its a nice beach and we’re considering introducing the kittens to sand/land! Though they’re totally entertained on board right now, chasing bees, a doubtful pastime! I believe Jack’s been stung already as he slowed down for a while.
2141! We went spear fishing after a post lunch nap, taking the dinghy round to a bay we’d seen on our walk. Really good snorkeling and a fish for cerviche. But my first attempt at using my new spear gun wasn’t a success! I shot at a hog fish, missed and realised the line had broken. So that was it for me! Bernie says he can fix it though.
Had a rather funny interaction with the yacht next to us. They radioed saying they were worried about how close we were. It wasn’t a problem, heaps of room, but the guy didn’t like me saying so and they picked up their anchor and moved. We felt a little bit bad, since we arrived after, but there really was no problem. Another yacht arrived later and almost dropped their pick between us, which would’ve made my day, but didn’t!
We’ve seen so many turtles today. Sitting on the bow for sundowners was like watching a doco on them! Just magic.
I asked Bernie if we needed to separate off the bottles this trip. If we can we take all rubbish ashore, but if it’s a long trip we have to store it on board. So we clean it and burn it on the sand when possible, saving the scraps. Glass can be filled with sea water and dumped. Its non toxic to the environment and fish love it! But Bernie misunderstood or something and told me off for a dropped egg I’d cleaned up with paper towels this morning and put in the general bin instead of the food scraps bin, which I’d totally forgotten about. So I was a bit upset. I was cooking at the time and he had the engine floor hatch up so I couldn’t move safely. So I dumped it there in the rush. I hadn’t purposely put it in the wrong place.
In an effort to brighten the mood, I agreed to watch a couple of episodes of “The good place” with him. He enjoys it, especially when he’s high, but I’m not much of a fan. I find it silly, but am not about to say that as he really loves it! I’m now cuddled up with both kitties taking up more bed than I’d like!
20.04.21: It’s 1030 now and I’ve been sitting on the bow reading, having coffee and enjoying constant visitations from turtles. It’s just wonderful to see so many. Bernie came and we did a 10 minute meditation. I had a very strong vision of the whole family at Mum and Dad’s, Matt, Meg and I all home. It was a nice feeling. I do miss them. If I can afford it, I think I’ll try and do Tomorrowland and then go home for a while.
1530: What a great day. After breakfast we took the kittens for their first shore visit. I was rather terrified, visions of them tearing up the hill in horror, us unable to catch them, torturing my brain. Bernie was more calm about it! We put them in their cat carrier and took their treats and a picnic rug with us. Once at the beach we pulled the dinghy almost entirely out of the water, laid the rug out near it and Bernie sat down. I opened the carrier and left the kittens to decide when they were ready to come out.
Far from leaping out and tearing off, as I feared, they were super cautious! With much meowing and peeping out of the dinghy like meercats, making us laugh, they were totally unwilling to brave the life of landlubbers! We bribed, called, encouraged, all to no avail. In the end we picked up one each, cuddled and reassured them, and sat on the rug. They mooched about our legs a bit, accepting our admiration, before tiptoeing across the sand and elegantly jumping back into the dinghy. Boat cats, indeed! So much for that! Realising they were unimpressed with the expedition, we took them back to the yacht. They seemed happy enough loose in the dinghy on the way but as soon as we got within jumping distance of Momo, about 1.5m, they both did awesome leaps onto their home base! Alex landed on the Danforth anchor secured outboard starboard aft! Jack was slightly more graceful. They’ve been sacked out since, exhausted apparently.
Once we were sure the cats had settled down and we hadn’t scarred them for life, guilt in our hearts, rather, we decided to go fishing. Bernie had restrung my spear gun. We went round the NW point of the bay and found great snorkeling and a good number of fish. I missed a dammed good Maori fish which are excellent eating, so I was peeved with myself. I suppose I should cut myself a little slack for it being my second ever shot with the gun! The trigger is a bit heavy on it which is a problem but I guess I’ll learn to compensate. Bernie got a magnificent Trigger fish of about 10lbs, and a hog fish, which we ate for lunch in tacos. Yum. The special fillets will be for tonight! It’s great having fresh fish again.
And Jack just got stung in the mouth by the bee she was chasing. Well. What a surprise! I had to extract the stinger with my forceps. Poor silly meow!
21.04.21: Having greeted the day fairly early, we decided to get underway and head a bit north to Isla San José. We just motored and towed the dinghy as it’s not far. It’s a pretty passage, passing Isla Cayo, Rocas de la Foca, and Isla Coyote. We anchored at the southern end of Bahía Amortajada. The plan was to take the dinghy through the mangroves to the nearby lagoon. It turned out to be a stunning trip and as we had the outgoing tide on the return trip, we floated and used oars the whole way. The quiet was magic, allowing us to hear the birds and simply soak up the atmosphere. Herons, egret and pelicans abounded. Once back on the sea we saw groups of grebes and small ducks that looked like Scaups.
After a wonderful lunch (if I say so myself!) of pan fried trigger fish fillets in butter, fresh basil, salt and lemon pepper, stir fried veges and potato/Kumara mash, we felt fortified for another adventure! Leaving the cats to chase bees (of which there are too many for my liking here), we set off to visit the salt pans at the North end of this bay. They are actually very extensive and there’s old falling down buildings and rusted out trucks and an old catapillar dozer! It was interesting and worth the long dinghy trip. We saw dolphins on the way back, and always turtles!
22.04.21: This morning we decided to motor across the Canal de San José and anchor in San Evaristo. It’s a quaint little fishing village which has a desalination plant, of all things. We don’t need water though! Bernie said that this time last year, when covid-19 was new, the locals here threw stones at yachts to make them leave. They seemed OK when we arrived today and there’s now 3 other yachts anchored here as well.
I made a coconut based Indian sauce for the rest of the trigger fish, for lunch. It was pretty yummy and there’s enough for dinner! I like that Bernie is so unfussy and eats whatever he gets without complaint!
I’m covered in little insect bites right now, so itchy! Amortajada is famous for insects unfortunately! But it was worth the visit.
Friday 23rd April: It blew like crazy all night from the West and immediately veered into the North at dawn. As we want to go north it was most infuriating! Its a solid 15 knots, gusting 20, so no point motoring into that. We want to head to Puerto los Gatos next which is 29nm so hope to sail it. Tomorrow’s another day. There were 10 yachts in here overnight but there was only 4 of us left by mid morning. We had a bit of a ly in and had more of a brunch than breakfast! After that we took the dingy ashore at each end of the bay, walking to the light on Punta Romualdo first and then to the salt pond over the hill at the north end. They were quite impressive actually. Its a stunning part of the Baja, with the towering Sierra de la Giganta mountain range behind it, its striated terrain giving an awe inspiring backdrop. A local dog followed us the whole way!
I made some guacamole on rice and quinoa flatbread mid afternoon and did some washing. I’ve just checked it hasn’t blown off the guard rails and into the next bay! I’ve read Water for Elephants again over the last couple of days. I enjoyed it just as much this time. Bernie said he’s got the movie so might give that a whirl too.
24.04.21: It’s ANZAC Day in New Zealand, the 25th. This time last year we were in lock down at Fizz’s. Crazy huh. We remember them all. ❤️
This morning we sailed off the anchor on a starboard tack, having decided to go as far as Nobolo, and if we got a good southerly on to Puerto los Gatos. However it was northerly so aimed for Nobolo. As we approached Bernie said he was just going to start the engine to check it was fine, though we planned to sail onto the anchor as well. Nothing. Didn’t even turn over. Holy foxtrot! Nobolo isn’t the greatest anchorage in terms of space, so no engine isn’t a great idea. Tacking out again, I watched while Bernie tried to work out the engine problem. After some tests he’s decided it’s the starter.
This isn’t wonderful. We basically have two options; go straight to San Carlos where he knows he can get it sorted, or go to Puerto Escondido, just south of Loreto, and a better anchorage than Loreto, to see if he can fix it himself first. As we hope to see Matt and Meg there on April 2nd, that’s the preferred option. So we’ll try for that. It’s currently 1545 and bugger all wind. Murphy is laughing at us. Could be a long night!
It’s 7pm and we’d be lucky to have home much more than a mile! Zero wind and we’ve even let the kittens out. They’re fascinated by the sails but haven’t done anything too crazy! Bernie’s on the floor with his head in the engine space. I hope he can fix it. I’m enjoying the late evening without sundowners! We’ve seen a whale, rays and turtles today. We’re stalled right at the North end of the Canal de San José.
25th April: It’s 1130 and we’ve had fairly slow going most of the night, making only about 2 knots right now. We watched a documentary about Gallipoli and I went to get my head down at about 2130. I did watch from midnight to 0930 then from 0530 to about 1030. Bernie cooked corn crepes for breaky. We’ve got about 40nm to go. Weather forecast tells us good southerlies will arrive tomorrow afternoon. We’ll be at Loreto by then! Good old Murphy!
2100: Bernie advertised on the Sea of Cortez fb page to see if anyone knows where he can get new starter parts in Loreto. He’s taken it apart and knows what the problem is now. I messaged Matt and Meg to say we were nearly here (about an hour to go) and let them know what’s going on. They fly to La Paz on May 1st and will likely bus up to meet us. Hopefully it’ll be sorted by then!
We’ve had a nice sailing day, varied winds but made better progress than we’d expected. I’m tired though, and will be glad to get the anchor down.
Monday 26th April: It was 2300 last night, by the time we’d anchored and got the sails tied down. We collapsed in the saloon, Bernie with a beer and me a whiskey! Around midnight we went to bed and I fully expected to crash but had a restless sleep in the end. Bit jaded today but its been productive nevertheless! Bernie talked to his mum and I talked to Matt, so we’re both happy! We then took the rubbish and laundry ashore and got a taxi to take us to see about the starter motor. The driver knew a good mechanic so, with trust in our hearts, we let him drive us to his mates workshop. He had excellent English so was able to help us explain what was needed and we arranged for him to pick us up tomorrow. His friend, Miguel, reckons he’ll have it fixed! Fingers crossed 🤞
We then grabbed a few groceries (even found TVP!) and stopped for lunch in town. I like Loreto and it’s so much more alive now than last time we were here back in July last year. Lots of building and road works going on. We’re back on the boat now, in hot, wet puddles of exhaustion! I need a swim.
Friday 9th April: Totally wonderfully for me, Matt and Meg are here with us on Momo. They arrived two days ago and have settled in easily, with the kittens delighted to have more humans spoiling them! Their plans had a forced change when poor Meg had a ghastly experience going into San Francisco. She got the worst kind of immigration officers, was treated appallingly, and deported.
Forced to return to Cancún, very upset, and unsure what was going to happen with her egg donations, they got in touch with her agent in the US. While they sort out the legal mess, the family are happy for her to do it from a clinic in México. Very relieved, they’re waiting to hear when that will happen. In the meantime, they’re relaxing with us and we hope to take them sailing north with us.
We’ve had some stunning sunsets and sunrises lately. It’s hotting up now, with daily highs around 30°C. Bernie and I had a couple of days in Bahia Falsa, not far from here, but a nice change from this busy La Paz anchorage.
Wednesday 14th April: Well, we’re back in La Paz briefly, mainly to reprovision fresh stuff and wine! Matt and Meg headed off to Mexico City two days ago, on Meg’s birthday. We’d had a wonderful few days sailing with them, taking a short trip to Isla Espíritu Santo. It was Meg’s first time sailing and I’m happy to report that she loved it and didn’t get sea sick!
We had a night in Caleta Partida, which wasn’t the most inspiring anchorage, and a night in Ensenada la Gallina, the southern most bay of Puerto Ballena. Now, that is a super cool spot. So many turtles! Truly a wonderful treat. Matt and Meg were both excited beyond words! We had a nice little snorkel there too.
The sail back was fairly frisky and as it was on Meg’s birthday, I was very relieved she wasn’t sick! That would’ve been mean! But they both seemed to love it and are determined to return to us, to my joy, after her round of donation. We’ll likely sail up to Loreto and meet them there.
I had a message from Fizz, too. She’s doing a drive/cycle tour in the North Island. She detoured to Ohope and visited Danny’s roadside cross. She sent us a picture and it was nice to see people are still leaving flowers, remembering.
It’s the 27th of March today and two days ago Bernie made the call to not sail across the Pacific this year. It was a hard call as it means another year away from our families, potentially. But with all the Pacific Islands except Fiji closed to yachts, it would mean a long non stop sail from here to Fiji. There’s definitely higher risks involved in that, exhaustion from no break from watch keeping, at the very least.
So after much discussion with Michelle, on Bernie’s part, and with Matt for me, we made the decision. Everyone at home understands, though they’re disappointed, of course. On the plus side, if we go next year, we’ll hopefully be able to stop frequently as things open up. It’ll be more fun and safer. Another plus for us both is that Bernie hopes his Mum will be able to come to visit us here, and I’ll get to see Matt and Meg again. They’d planned to return to Mexico between Meg’s donations, so now we can take them sailing.
One total bummer is that the NZ government have just changed the quarantine rules. To have the cost of it covered, we now have to stay in NZ for 6 months, instead of 3. Matt and Meg have cancelled their trip home over Xmas and New year. I’m not sure what I’ll do. Wait and see. If I can get vaccinated, that might change things.
Yesterday I cleaned all the snorkeling gear, which had got mouldy after so long in storage. The stuff we use a lot was fine of course, but the rest was pretty feral. It’s shiny clean now! Jack helped, my feline water baby!
After lunch, I hauled Bernie up the mast to check all the rigging and get Red the rooster down. Bernie has made a new wind vane, an Orca this time.
While he was up there, we saw a big sea lion just chilling on the surface, sunbathing and letting the current take him along!
Around 1630 we went into the marina to shower but the office was shut, so we couldn’t get passes. I decided to check the women’s shower room was shut because sometimes the door doesn’t quite latch. It was open! So, there being no one in there, I sent Bernie into the shower quickly, with orders not to finish and come out until I told him! So he got a nice long hot shower while I hurried through washing my hair and shaving! After I got out and checked the coast was clear, he scurried out and waited while I dried and combed out my hair!
Then, as newly clean and presentable sailors, a rare event, we headed out for dinner and drinks! Bernie and Kyla had gone to a wee place that he said was great. And it was. I had steamed Dorado and veges, with rice and salad. Very good, indeed. After food we headed to a beach bar for a sundowner. There was a guy playing guitar and singing County music (and no boats to rescue) so a pleasant evening. We’ve had some stunning sunsets lately.
Today is pretty windy and as the tides are Springs and opposing right now, there’s a fast current against the wind making it rougher than normal! It feels like we’re sailing! The kittens are cuddled up with me in bed, three lazy pussies! Bernie is getting a good amount of translation work so he’s busy with that today. Earlier, Alex worked out how to open my cupboard and he and Jack curled up in there for a while, one on each shelf!
Bernie had to dinghy across and check on Marten earlier, the chap we helped the other evening. I had looked out the scuttle to see what looked like him raising his anchor. Concerned, as he has no idea how to anchor, we decided to see what he was up to. Turns out he’d taken the snubber off, god knows why, and was thinking he should put it back on! So Bernie let out more chain and did it for him. The last thing we need is him dragging in this weather! He’d come straight at us.
30.03.21 : I’ve been taking Bernie up the mast to work on the new wind vane and check the rigging, the last few days. It’s a goodworkout! Jack only realised today where he was and seemed quite perturbed! He stared without blinking for about 5 minutes. Alex has already sussed it all out. He’s very vocal on the subject.
This morning we offered to take Marten, off Fulica, into shore to get groceries. He has no dinghy. So while he went off to do that, we checked out spear guns. I want one for myself since we’re staying another Summer. They’re pretty spency. It’s a nice walk along the sea shore though, and we indulged in an ice cream. Bernie finished mine, as the smallest was huge!
31.03.21: Last night we decided to go into the marina for drinks. Washed and dressed up, we headed off, only to have the motor stop a few minutes out. I looked towards Bernie to see why, only to realise there was no fuel tank! I burst out laughing, understanding immediately that Bernie had taken the tank onto Momo to refill it, but forgotten to put it back! He was suitably embarrassed! The tide was taking us away from Momo so he got in and tried to swim us back but made no headway really! Resigned, I stripped down to my bra and knickers, and got in! Together we towed the dinghy to the nearest yacht and knocked on her hull. Confessing his foolishness, Bernie asked the guy on board to take us back to Momo. Laughing, he did, so we invited him to go out with us, our shout, after we’d washed and dressed again! So we have a new friend! Tai. We had a fun evening with him. He’s just solo sailed down from California and was happy for company.
Today we went in, without incident and with the oars I’ve been begging Bernie to find and put in the dinghy, as a secondary means of propulsion! We got the laundry, groceries and my new spear gun!
Monday 22nd March: What a crazy day we’ve had! It started off with Bernie filling out the paperwork for getting his NZ residency visa transferred into his new passport and me taking him in to go to DHL to send it and collecting Kyla at the same time. She went to the beach yesterday and ended up staying ashore. By the time we went in, mid morning, the wind had got up. It was wind against tide so the sea was pretty rough, making for fun in the dingy! Kyla and I got soaked coming back into the wind! She loved it.
She had to pack, as her flight was going at 2pm. That done we went back in and parked ourselves in a restaurant to wait for Bernie. After he arrived and we were having drinks, Kyla got a lesson in using Ding to top up her phone. As that was happening we felt a splatter raining on us and I exclaimed “God, a gull pooped on us!” In fits of laughter, we used paper napkins to wipe it off! One large dollop had hit the side of Kyla’s glass. Not an addition to your vodka you really want!
Then the fun began. We’d noticed a yacht very close to the beach, with an old dude on it. I’d commented that it must have a retractable centre board earlier. At this point two young guys came into view at the water’s edge and took off their shoes. Then in jeans and shirts, waded in and started pushing the yacht out. The guy aboard started his engine, an outboard, churning mud like mad, and after it was deeper motored off. The young guys watched a bit then left and we didn’t think much more of it at that point, and we’re only idly watching.
However, as we did we saw he was going all over the place, round in circles, and moving from the helm to the anchor and back, over and over. Then he untied the dingy he was towing behind and tied it forward. I said to Bernie “why the hell is he tying that on the bow in this weather? He’ll sink it.” I swear it was 5 seconds later and that dingy was filling with water and then submerged under the yacht, the old guy totally oblivious. It started pulling the yacht round, so he tottered up the starboard side and saw his dingy gone. By this stage we were half laughing and half horrified.
Kyla announced she was going to help him. Bernie was of the opinion we should keep out of it but I couldn’t let her go alone, as she really doesn’t know much about boating! So she went in in her knickers and t shirt, while I had my skort and bra on! We swam out to him and while I retrieved the oars, Kyla tried to get the dingy out from under the yacht. The guy was zero help and in fact still had the motor running. I yelled at him to turn it off, with slashing motions of my hand across my neck! I tried to get him to follow instructions but it was immediately clear he was drunk out of his skull. Kyla managed to untie the dingy painter and pull it clear of the yacht, though still submerged. I started towing the yacht out of the shallows into deeper water. Once in enough water to be safe, I got him to hand me his anchor and swam it out further. Then I dived and dug it in before telling him to let out lots more rope. He had very little chain on it. However it seemed to hold, so I went to help Kyla take the dingy to the beach and empty it out. As we finished doing that, the crazy old bugger waded in and started yabbering nonsense at us. No thanks! Feeling we’d done enough, he was anchored and safe, we went back to where Bernie was sitting, watching the whole drama.
However, that was not the end of it! Hot damn if he didn’t then start trying to row back out to his yacht in the dingy with only one paddle. Going against the wind he very nearly got carried off but just managed to make it, get on board and tie off the dingy. At the stern! Next, to our disbelief, he started the engine and, with the anchor still over, motored off. Abandoning the helm he went to get the anchor up and the yacht started driving itself on a very erratic course. Horrified we watched him almost run into a number of other boats, going in crazy circles. At this point, I got a waitress and asked her to call the Navy /coastguard before he did serious damage. Unreal! Then Kyla had to rush or she was going to miss her flight back to Hermosillo.
23.03.21: That wasn’t the end of the day’s drama. Later in the afternoon as Bernie was resealing the starboard forward deck plate, I heard him talking to someone about borrowing food. I went topsides to see what was going on and see if he needed me to help. He was talking to a chap on another yacht that was circling us but then took off. Bernie did he’d looped round a couple of times and asked if he could buy food off us. It was all a bit odd but I put together a few things in a bag, and we watched him.
He dropped his anchor and pulled it up a number of times. Wondering if he needed help we went over in the dingy, me with the food. He said he was fine but the anchor wasn’t holding. We came back but after watching a bit longer decided he had no clue how to anchor, so went to offer help again. Bernie got on board and drove his yacht, with him on the bow. Once in position, he let go the anchor, only about 20 feet, not enough to touch the bottom even. I was calling out from the dingy “más, más, más!” (He’s Mexican) He had a manual anchor winch and it was obvious he didn’t want to let much out because he’d have to haul it up by hand! But with me yelling “necesitas más!” he did! Bernie dug it in and put on a snubber. And, surprise surprise, it held! So he had a good night’s sleep! As did we! His name is Marten and he’s just got the yacht. He wants to sail it to Mazatlan where his partner lives. God help him! He was super grateful for our help and the food, a sweet guy, but no sailor!
It’s March 14th and I am, most wonderfully, with Matt and Meg again. They surprised me with the news they were coming to Mexico not long ago. So here we are in a truly gorgeous Airbnb called Bungalow Salamandra in Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo. I flew in from La Paz via Mexico City and they flew British Airways into Cancún. Then we hired a car and drove down, finally finding this delighting secluded place late in the evening. Our hosts are the sweetest people, cooking for us unplanned that first night, and helping us learn Spanish! Their food is so good I think we’ll all head off heavier than on arrival! Well, me anyway! Probably the young things will shrug off the extra calories!
Their property is a meandering gathering of beautiful apartments hiding amongst the jungle. We’ve seen many lizards, an iguana right outside our unit and terrapins in the pond. We’ve swum in their pool and sat outside listening to the geckos calling at dinnertime.
Yesterday we drove to Cancún as Meg needed to see a dentist. Poor lass has to have some pretty knarly work done but it’s efficient and much less expensive here. She’s positive and it’s worked in with their other plans nicely. Matt and I hung out in a restaurant bar while she did that. I had a cocktail called Tidal Wave. Not as good as a margarita!
Last night, as we were sitting on our balcony having after dinner drinks, our host, Guillarmo, came up and said they would like me to have my own room, next to Matt and Meg. So I’m now in a beautiful big bed with my own gorgeous bathroom. So lucky. They really do like us! They’ve done this place with so much heart, lots of little touches that set it apart.
Today we drove south a bit to Cenote Azul, fresh water pools in the forest which you can sit/swim/snorkel in. I snorkeled with my underwater camera. There were terrapins. And lots of fish. A very pretty place. Now we’re chilling in this stunning Airbnb again, unwilling to venture further. It’s so perfect! We’ve seen more lizards and iguanas. Meg and Matt saw two iguanas scrapping!
Monday 15th March : It’s midday and we’re sitting in the car at the front (happily) of the line to get on the ferry to Cazumel. We checked it out yesterday luckily, and were told to be here 3 hours prior to departure as its first on first served, and the ferries have been full lately. Apparently there’s only two a day, with covid, whereas it used to be one every hour. So we brought games (Matt & Meg), reading and I’ve been doing my duolingo Spanish practise! The car is running so we can have the air conditioning on. There’s a ute parked under a tree with a sheep on the back. She’s wearing a lead harness like a dog’s! And her owner brings her water in a big cup, plus she has branches to eat on the tray. I went to visit her!
Our apartment here on Cozumel is fantastic. Matt & Meg are so good at finding excellent places. The view is outstanding. Matt and I went swimming after we’d settled in and had a couple of bevvies on our deck. The snorkeling is great with the most extensive array of soft corals I’ve seen outside of the Great Barrier Reef. I’ll take my underwater camera in next time. We were treated to a stunning sunset as we sat outside with our drinks and nibbles.
It’s 1330 on the 16th March and we’ve decided to do the loop road around the island. First stop was Playa Palancar, a renowned snorkeling area, but its too windy and rough. So we sat on the beach and had lunch and limón daiquiris! I had a wee snorkel and Matt and Meg splashed about on a wooden disk!
The East Coast of the island is wild and more deserted, very beautiful too, though.
We rested up once we got back to the condo, and I watched a YouTube video on using my new camera. Then I went snorkeling with my it, to practise a setting I’d learned about. It seemed to improve the pics too. Fabulous snorkeling.
The evening involved a walk to a little restaurant on the beach called La Monina. Matt and I had mojitos, the first I’ve found here! So good. The waiter was awesome and the food excellent so we left a decent tip. We watched yet another stunning sunset. On the way home we poked our heads into a wee jewellery shop. I fell in love with a silver and blue larimar Sting Ray set so…. what can a girl do!
Thursday 18th March: Yesterday was our last full day on Cozumel. We decided to hang out at our apartment and just enjoy the beautiful spot. I made breakfast quesodillas again. After lunch I decided to get a mani pedi, probably the last opportunity until Fiji! The girls must’ve been bored with fewer tourists than usual because they spent literally hours, giving me an amazing experience, doing a beautiful job and helping me improve my Spanish as well! I really love my toe colour!I took a couple of water front pics in the town too.
We went out for dinner again, to a place called Hemmingway. I didn’t think we could improve on the previous night, but yes! I had a surf ‘n turf meal which was divine. Matt was impressed I finished it but thankfully I hadn’t eaten since breakfast! It would’ve been a crime to leave any!
Saturday 20th March: We’ve just left Casita Jabin. Boy, these guys are amazing at finding cool places to stay. It was a little place in the bush with a pool on the terrace. We’ve had two nights here and on the first day went to visit Chichén Itzá, the famous Mayan archaeological site. Its pretty awe inspiring. I bought a little obsidian healer’s carving as a momento.
Yesterday we went to two different underground cenotes. They are super cool, with wonderfully shaped stalactites and bats living in the ceiling. We got some epic photos in the first one, as the sun was making spectacular rays!
22.03.21: So, I’m back on Momo. The kittens and Bernie seem pleased to have the PIC (Pussy in Charge – Shane’s name for me!) back! I hated saying goodbye to Matt and Meg, of course, but it has been a wonderful week. Such a bonus when I didn’t think I’d see them till Christmas time. Thank you for visiting Mexico, you gorgeous pair 💖💖💖🇲🇽
It’s Thursday 4th March and we said goodbye to our home away from home, for the last time, this morning. We went over to say bye to Kim first thing and were underway by about 0915. It’s now 1240 and we’re doing around 7 knots on a starboard reach. It’s a bit rolly and both Alex and I have been seasick!
My first ever actual throwing up over the side kind of seasick! What is going on? Why now? There’s only two things I can think of that are different. One, I’m on Fluoxetine. And two, I have a very blocked right ear which I’m hoping to sort out in La Paz. So if its neither of those things, I’ve no idea why I’ve suddenly started getting seasick. Hot damn. It’s not on!
Yesterday Nancy, Kim and I went to Hermosillo to pick Dawnda up, then had lunch before returning and meeting up with Bernie on the dingy dock. Bernie, Dawnda and I went to Hammerheads for our last margarita there. Kyla, Tyr, Dillon and another lady we didn’t know were there so we got to say farewell to them. I really like Tyr. He’s a cool guy. Sweet and caring, I think.
Then the three of us went out to Momo and introduced Dawnda to the yacht and the kittens! To my delight, they responded perfectly to bribes and love her! She bought them toys! We had sundowners on the bow, our last in San Carlos harbour.
1650: Dawnda and Jack are snuggled up in her sleeping bag, Bernie is resting in his cabin and Alex and I are on watch. We’re both feeling a lot better. It’s pretty wild outside but we’re speeding along nicely, averaging 7 knots. If this keeps up we’ll do the trip in record time and be on anchor again in the small hours. The winds building, the sea too, but its not particularly uncomfortable. We had a laugh when Dawnda asked if this was bad and we said no, it’s really good. Her face was a picture! Sailing 101; it’s the opposite of motor boating! Not fast. Not noisy. Not even keeled. Not predictable! I made lunch during one of the gentler periods. Just spuds, asparagus and pork chops. Pretty good though, and it’s all stayed down! Winning!
March 8th. 1400. Had a marvelous couple of days. We anchored in San Juanico around 0130 that first night. After a good sleep in, we set out to explore the beach. Its a really pretty cove. There’s a cruisers shrine there so we went to look at it, but in all honesty, I reckon it was just a Bush with junk hanging off it and looked like a rubbish dump. We climbed to the top of an outcrop and took photos of the bay. It was pretty windy the first couple of days so we didn’t swim or spear fish.
From Caleta San Juanico we sailed to Puerto Ballandra, having to motor the last 10nm when the wind dropped right off. It was a great trip though, warm and beautiful to sit on deck. The bay itself is a very sheltered spot from all directions except West. It’s stunning and with the water a bit warmer, Dawnda and I enjoyed a “shower ” on arrival! Bernie spear fished successfully too. Then, naturally, rather a lot of sundowners
Yesterday morning we snorkeled. Not huge numbers of fish, but lots of different soft corals and small life. About 4 species of star fish and way too many puffer fish for my liking. They’re creepy buggers, if you ask me. Even their skeletons are creepy.
In the afternoon we did a short boost to Bahia Marquer, arriving in time for sundowners. The motor boats came later and anchored in the bay with us. This morning Bernie went spear fishing again and got three fish. He got a trigger fish after going through a snapper! Two for one shot! So I made cerviche again for lunch and we’ll have the snapper tonight. We have to lock Jack and Alex below when Bernie is filleting the fish as they really do not help! Their little beaky noses are half an inch off the knife and in danger of being trimmed! While Bernie was fishing, a huge pod of dolphins cruised by. What a treat. Dawnda was stoked, and I for her.
After Bernie had dealt with the fish and I’d put the cerviche in the fridge to marinate, we went ashore for a walk. It’s a lovely beach with interesting volcanic rocks and terrain. I got a good pic of a very red star fish chilling in the shallows. And a nice pic of Momo on her anchor. We’re now motor sailing to Bahia Agua Verde, about 20nm. I’m on watch. We’ve eaten our cerviche, which was great, if I say so myself!
My favourite snack at the moment is Jicama (pronounced hicama). Its a Mexican turnip but is crunchy, juicy and tastes like a cross between a pear and a radish. Really hard to explain but so good. I wish someone had introduced me to them sooner! It’s yummy added to cerviche too.
March 9th @ 1500. This morning we motored, due to flat calm conditions, to Puerto los Gatos. Very appropriate really, though I don’t think our cats appreciate the subtlety! It’s apparently named for a family of wild cats, pumas, that used to live here, but they died out years ago. It’s a stunning bay with fantastic geology. We had lunch on arrival and then put the dingy in to go fishing /snorkeling. It was awesome. The most beautiful reef I think we’ve found in the Sea of Cortez. Wonderful diversity. I tried my new underwater camera again, as the water is so clear here, and got better results I think. I’ll put them on the laptop later. No luck with the spear fishing. Some steers have just come down to the seaside. They’re drinking the sea water and are really skinny. Not a great sign for their general survival, I wouldn’t think.
While we were snorkeling, a Dufour anchored way out in the bay. After Dawnda and I came back to Momo and Bernie disappeared off to try for fish, the skipper came over in his dingy to ask me if I thought they’d be safe to anchor closer in. They’d hired the yacht in La Paz and were obviously very inexperienced. He didn’t even handle the dingy confidently. I asked how much they drew, and said it was not far off low tide, so he should come in next to us. They did, but later when the northerly wind got up as expected, he radioed us. I took the call and he asked about the weather forecast. I told him it was likely to stay in the North and he should be fine where he was as long as he’d dug his anchor in well. We’re not on a lee shore here. So it’s now 7am on the 10th, the wind has died and everyone is still in the same spot! However we did leave the VHF on overnight, in case he needed us again!
It’s now just after 1100 and we’ve been sailing a couple of hours. There’s a ESE breeze of about 10 knots and we’re doing 6 knots, so all is right in our world! Earlier, when we were in lighter air and only doing about 3.5 knots, we tried letting the kittens out, with the new rescue net handy. However, after about 15 minutes they got cocky and Alex raced the length of the yacht before leaping onto the guard rail, with a view to climbing the Yankee sheet! That was enough for this mother. Protesting cat under one arm, I closed the hatch and shut them below again! We might have to try training them to wear harnesses. Two month at sea shut below will drive them crazy.
I’m reading, among others, a beautiful book given to me by Ashe, off Distant Star. It’s called Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer. It’s a story of indigenous wisdom, scientific knowledge and the teachings of plants. It’s a really lovely piece of writing. The chapter I’ve just read is about how the indigenous people of the Americas started each day with an address of thanks to all aspects of nature. It appeals to me a lot. Thanks is offered for the cycle of life as people, to mother earth, to the waters of the world, to fish life, plant life, berries, food plants, medicine plants, trees, all animal life, the birds, the power of the four winds, storms, the sun, and the moon and stars. I heartily recommend it.
1640: We now have quartering winds and have for the last 20nm or so. Making good time, if not the most comfortable. We’re more than half way to La Paz and if this keeps up will be there by midnight. We’ll probably anchor in a small bay before the entrance to avoid the narrow channel in the dark. The kittens have got a bit more relaxed about being in a roller coaster ride. Alex even climbed onto the spud basket and was most disconcerted. It looked hilarious, as he was swinging wildly and got off fairly promptly!
11.03.21: What a crazy 24 hours. As we approached La Paz, I saw a post by Tyr saying Kyla had been robbed and lost all her documentation, phone, money, everything. He’d had to catch a plane from La Paz and was worried about her there alone with no money or passport. I messaged him and said we were nearly there and would find her. So we went ashore asap and I rang the Airbnb he’d left her at. They agreed to bring her to the marina, bless them. When she got to us she was literally trembling, poor thing, so frightened and upset. Between the three of us, we managed to calm her and assure her we’d make sure she got sorted. She’s going to stay on Momo with Bernie while I’m gone.
It was a lovely last evening with Dawnda. Kyla was very quiet, not the chatty girl we’re used to. A hard lesson. I’ll be sad to say bye to Dawnda but she vows she’s going to join us in Fiji! That’d be epic.
I’m not sure I want to ever relinquish this life. The freedom to go where I want, to be at one with the environment I’m in, to welcome all people and cultures into my life, to play with animals as if I’m one of them, to offer my services in a community where I speak little of the language, and yet, I’m very aware, in this current climate, I have one of the most wanted passports in the world. I can go home any day and be safe. I’m blessed with a good upbringing, education, skills, a loving family and friends.
I can sit on the bow of my dear friends’ yacht (Michelle and Bernie) as crew, all care and limited responsibility and enjoy the challenges and privileges of this life style. I get to meet amazing new friends, with similar life philosophies, but can always know I have a beautiful bolt hole.
Not everyone gets that lucky.
This is what keeps me honest, real, when I’m drowning in grief over losing my beautiful son. I try to remember Danny packed so much into his young life, just like I always encouraged my boys to. “You’ll seldom regret saying yes”, I always told them. I’ve regretted saying “I’d love to but I can’t”, realising too late there’s always a way. So, knowing my boys experienced so much together, before Danny left us, it helps. Some of the time.
Matt made my day today. He and Meg are coming to Mexico. Oh my god, I’m dancing on stars. I didn’t think I’d see them till we all got to New Zealand! But I’ll see them here and they might come to sail with us. So so amazing. I’m thrilled beyond words. It’s February 23rd today and they’re arriving on March 12th. Not long to wait. 🤸💃💖
25th February : A beautiful day yesterday and a howling wind today! Kim came over last night for drinks. We sat on the bow until long after dark, shooting the breeze, before scurrying inside when the temperature dropped. The kittens remember Kim like she’s their granny. They’re very sweet with her. Every other visitor gets the cold shoulder, especially kids! 🤣 They positively hide. They absolutely love their sisal scratching pole – the world’s biggest, I reckon
We had lunch today with Kyla, Tyr (from Iceland) and Dillon, a guy from Alberqueque, who’s moved down here only 8 months ago. It was fun and good spirited. Afterwards Bernie went to shower (coz he didn’t last night!) and I went to buy some of the gorgeous Mexican pottery for Fizz. And me!
Tomorrow we’re dining at Patrick and Ellen Booths place. They recently bought a casa out near the ranchitas. They’ve had some incredible murals painted on the patio walls so we’re looking forward to seeing the finished product. I’m making salads. I’m hoping Kim comes too! I’m going to miss that lovely woman. She has a heart of gold. Then on Saturday night I’m cooking for Nancy, Glenn and Kim. At their place though as they can’t climb onto Momo. So we’re catching up with everyone before we leave.
Today I finished resealing all the scuttles. 12 of them! It’s not a hard job and I quite enjoyed doing it. And I’ve just smeared clove oil on the African statue to try and stop Jack from biting off the beads and leather tassels! Little wretch! 😻
Distant Star splashed yesterday and Ashe just wrote to me that they’re anchored in Puerto Ballandra, near Loreto. I hope we catch them up. She, Kyla and I had a girl’s night out before we splashed Momo. It was fun and a wild ride home on the back of a ute capped it off perfectly!
We splashed last Thursday, so been back in the water just on a week. No drama really except we had to wait for the tide to come in enough to motor out of the bay. We anchored by the fishing fleet again. I don’t like that bay. It gives me the heeby jeebies! Bad spirits there.
I dreamed about Danny a couple of nights ago. It was wonderful to see him and hear his voice in my head but I was pretty upset for the following day. I miss him so much.
March 2nd – Tuesday! My lovely friend, Dawnda, arrives today! I’m so looking forward to sailing with her on board. I can’t believe our time in San Carlos is at an end. Tomorrow we leave to make our way to La Paz. I’ll miss all the friends we’ve made here, Kim in particular.
For only the 3rd time in my life I was outside New Zealand for our National Day! Looking over the news footage from here in Mexico, I felt rather proud of the way my country and countrymen (yeah, there’s not a good gender neutral word for that and I don’t care really!) have conducted themselves this last year. Goodness knows the world’s had more than its share of challenges but little old NZ had come out ahead of the field. Every American knows who and where we are now! I meet them every day, admiring us and our government. Its a pretty good feeling to have the most wanted passport in the world!
And then there’s Brexit. Need I say more!
We’ve had a really busy few days. 7th today. Bernie’s had been translating almost full time, so I’ve actually done most of the painting. However, today there was just the top black stripe to do, and the bit under the support pads. I had assumed (yes, I know, fatal mistake) Bernie would do the top and I’d do the pads, as I can’t reach the top. But no. He accepted a new job over night, and asked me to do the lot. I was fairly pissed off, to be honest. It involves lifting the extremely heavy scaffold round and round the boat. First to tape, then sand, then wash, and finally paint. Three times. So six go rounds.
By the time I got to the wash part I was exhausted and my back really sore. I had a bit of a melt down and threw in the towel, refusing to do more today. I’m going to suggest he helps me in the morning, that we work together, then he can translate the rest of the day. I do all the cooking, cleaning and laundry, so I don’t see why I have to do all the painting alone as well.
It’s getting hotter by the day. Definitely back into T-shirt and shorts weather. Even the kittens are sleeping on top of the covers again! They are the sweetest wee creatures. Jack goes in the crook under my chin usually, and graces me with little pats and grooms during the night.
Bernie has ordered another stuffing box hose and bearing for the drive shaft. We have no propulsion at present so won’t be going anywhere! We’ll be longer on the hard than expected, unfortunately. Its getting delivered to Glenn, who is luckily still in the US and can bring it down. Thank god. Or we’d be here weeks longer possibly.
I’ve met a bunch of people here, all working on their boats. An interesting bunch. Talked to a guy called Matt today! His brother, Marty, was killed by a Hell’s Angels mobster 15 years ago. So we talked about that kind of loss for a bit, and how being at sea helps. He owns a ranch in New Mexico and I told him Matt, Meg and I had visited that state last year. He invited us to visit his ranch. I’d be keen.
I think it’s the 9th today. We’ll get the painting finished today. Hooray. It looks good too. It’s a chilly morning, only 14°C. Not enough for this hot house flower so I lit the fire earlier! Even Jack has only just ventured out from under the covers, though he was motivated by having spotted one of my hair clips on the shelf opposite the bed. They are his current obsession and he can actually unclip them from my sponge-bag himself. He then carries his prize off in his mouth for all the world as if he’s caught a mouse. So pleased with himself. Its very funny. I find them hidden all over the boat!
We’re letting them out a bit more. I still worry they’ll fall off but they’re not showing signs of actually wanting to get off Momo. In fact they get quite stressed when we’re on the ground. They meow at us and track our progress up the ladder, demanding attention and reassurance upon our return.
10.02.21: The painting is finished and looks great. I sent a photo off to Michelle and the girls so they can see. Bernie’s translating today and just had a break to come to the little Mexican food place on the corner for lunch. Great food and super cheap. Saves me cooking!
We had an impromptu party last night. Some people we’ve met here showed up for sundowners. It was a lot of fun. Steve is a 66 year old solo sailor with a trimaran, based in Loreto. The other two, a couple, are Ashe and Luca who have 3 sons; Kalil – 11, Makawi – 15 and Ilo – 17. Really neat people. They’re on a yacht called Distant Star and know the Arena crew. So they’ll be crossing to French Polynesia at the same time as us and Utopia. Luca has a European passport so they can stay there. France has just closed it to tourism due to Covid. We need to apply for our permit to provision there soon.
I also met a young couple called Eric and Natalie this morning. Their yacht is called Bria Mia and they plan to sail to Hawaii, then up to Alaska and home to Vancouver. They have a lovely dog and my kittens are currently going nuts over the smell of her on me! Jack’s been half licking/half biting my foot and rubbing his scent glands all over me!
Nel and her two kids, Brody and Kai, are taking me to San Carlos tomorrow. They haven’t been before so I said I’d take them to brunch at Barracuda Bob’s! Tyler is staying behind to work unhindered by small people, on their yacht Polaris. I’m hoping Kim can join us, as it’s her birthday today and I’m sorry we can’t celebrate with her.
Well, the paint finally arrived in Guymas and Kim, bless her, took me to collect it. We’ve got everything we need now to paint the hull and are scheduled to haul out at Gabriel’s yard on Monday at 0800.
So we plan to sail the 20nm across to Guymas on Sunday and anchor there for the night, ready to go. We’ve decided we’ll have to keep the kittens shut inside while we work. I’m worried they might fall off; it’s a long way down, and there’s probably dogs around. Plus, it’ll be dusty so closing up the boat will keep it cleaner.
I’m having a very quiet afternoon today, as I had a diagnostic procedure this morning, under sedation. A nice little cocktail of midazolam, fentanyl and propofol! Can’t remember a thing. And the surgeon says all is well so I can sail off into the sunset without worrying now! The system was very similar to home and I felt totally at ease with the service I was getting here. It was a fair bit cheaper than home too, though I would’ve got it on my health insurance at home.
Kim and I went to Nancy’s the other day for a cards and pot luck lunch event with a bunch of local ladies, most of them sailors. A great bunch with very interesting and varied backgrounds. It was a fun afternoon. San Carlos is starting to feel a bit like home away from home, and I’ll be sad to say goodbye to everyone when we leave.
We’ve had some amazing sunsets and sunrises here lately, changeable weather making for beautiful skies. There seems to have been a huge flock of cormorants congregating in the bay too. I got some pics while out in the dingy a couple of days ago.
I got a gorgeous photo of Kim’s gentle giant, Bandit, too and of her in the dingy with Zoe wearing her doggy life jacket! I’ll definitely miss this woman and her menagerie!
Sunday 31st. Yesterday we heard from Gabriel’s yard that we couldn’t go till Tuesday. So we’ll sail over tomorrow now. Bernie also thought this morning that he was going to have to spend a small fortune on an AIS transponder. He was very down about it but it does seem that the InReach system might be enough. Its to do with Fiji requiring us to be able to prove our track and time at sea, on arrival. French Polynesia had just announced its closing on February 3rd. Omg! Plans change daily almost. This means we’ll have to do a straight hop from here to Fiji. Two solid months at sea. Grrr. Not my favoured scenario.
Still, what can we do? Gotta go with the flow.
Monday 1st February: After getting Momo ready for sea this morning, we pulled the pick around 1150 and were out through the heads of San Carlos harbour at midday. I had been feeling a bit queasy before leaving – hungry! – and realised I should’ve fed myself before leaving when we hit open water and encountered 1.5-2m fetch from the high winds last night. For the first time in my life, I felt sea sick. Hot damn! Do not want to experience that again. I believe the cats shared my misery. We all kept to one spot; Alex on his favourite shelf in Bernie’s cabin, Jack in my cabin and me steadfastly watching the horizon on deck on permanent watch! It’s a form of meditation, I decided, as it required definite focus on one spot to convince my rebellious tummy to settle down.
Bernie was tired, not having slept well and we had stayed up late too, talking. He was feeling low, mostly with all the extra worries on his mind. But he’d also talked to Michelle while I was ashore. We’d been invited with Kim to dinner at Nancy’s, but Bernie chose to stay behind. He’d said he didn’t feel well but I now think he wanted to be able to ring her without me here. He could just be honest about that. There’s zero reason why I’d mind. He was still on the phone to her when I got back and didn’t even acknowledge me when I arrived. I was actually pretty pissed off with the whole attitude. It’s fucking immature. He did the same think the other day when talking to his friend, Evette. So pointless. Still, we talked about it and he apologised, conceding it was pretty unkind.
Kim, Nancy and I had a wonderful girls’ evening anyway. We cooked a complicated recipe for corn truffles a local delicacy. It was delicious. And of course, we cooked with wine – champagne actually! Kim and I navigated home by braille I think!
So here we are, anchored not far from where we get hauled out tomorrow morning. It’s 1937 and Bernie went to bed ages ago! So I’m sitting in my bed reading and doing this. It’s flat calm. Andrew Deeley told Bernie today that he thinks we can still go via FP. I hope so. First things first, though! Bottom paint to do!
Yesterday we sailed – motored actually – round to the shipyard to haul out by 8am. The bay is very shallow and murky and our depth sounder gave up, so we were tiptoeing in blind. With no apparent navigation aids we ended up aground! Never done that before! Very gentle, it was! One moment going along slowly, the next going nowhere.
Deciding the was no point stressing, Bernie emailed the yard to see if they were ready for us and give them a sitrep, and I cooked breakfast! Timing things to perfection, they got back to us after we’d eaten. Bernie then put the boom right out to our port side and hung off it while I tried backing us off the mud! It worked and we were free. Following rather overdue instructions from the yard that what appeared to be mooring buoys were actually colourless lateral markers leading us in, we regained the “channel” and came into the slip without further drama.
I’d put the fenders and lines ready earlier so all we had to do was pass them the lines and watch while they backed the lift over us and put the slings underneath us. We did have to remove both forestays to allow the lift to back up. The mast is held with the halyard at present. Before long we were out of the water and in our spot for the next week. The supports were set under us and the lift drove off, leaving us high and dry! The whole thing was efficient and the guys doing it helpful and friendly.
Within the hour they’d brought the water blaster and were cleaning the hull for us. At almost bang on midday Bernie started sanding, while I got lunch ready. He stopped and started a lot so I thought it must be hard going, listening to him. After 45 minutes he came in for lunch, then I did an hour non stop. Its a decent work out but not that bad. I’m a bit concerned at how unfit Bernie is, and lacking in stamina. So we took turns, with me doing the bulk of it, and knocked off just before 4pm. Pleased with our progress, with 3/4 of the sanding done, we went to shower. Then, of course, we rewarded ourselves with rum & whisky!
Today we have finished the sanding and washed the dust off. Bernie has put epoxy round some through holes and is starting painting. That’s probably all we’ll do today but good progress. I had a nice long chat to Mum and Dad after lunch. Good to see them. Video calling is awesome. I wish Matt didn’t hate it! Talked to Fizz yesterday. 💖
4.2.21: Another very productive day and the first coat is done, as well as the extra coat on the leading edges. It’s looking really good. The kittens seemed to have resigned themselves to being inside, though they’ve found some creative ways to express their displeasure!
We got invited to another boat for sundowners last night. Vince, off Northern Dream, a boat builder from North Pole, Alaska! He’s a very colourful and garrulous character. We enjoyed ourselves immensely and we’re impressed with his yacht. Yes, he built her! I think Bernie now wants a work shop on Momo. My cabin might be in danger!