Best and Worst in Bonaire
Considering that ABCs are a windsurfing, now predominantly kite surfing, Mecca (no religious offense should be taken, OK, guys? OK?), there is no wind. Mosquitos yes. First need of screens since... don't remember. However interesting it may make transit of Colombian coast (one of more challenging, I'm told) prefer to have trade winds back. Also, because wind generator isn't making whirring noises (as with Westerbeke, ref. Nov. 15, this is also apparently a secondary effect, although loads quieter (pun intended)), unable to detect amps coming 'out the wazoo' (leaky-when-full repository of amps, fresh water and various other stuff).
Can't find Caribe in Bonaire, but, as one might expect, it's lousy with Heineken. Amstel is, understandably, also available, but second most common brew is - wait for it, wait for it... Polar Beer. Uh huh, uh huh, OK. Possibly named to honor one of those Arctic creatures who strayed here, once, in consequence of freezing his little bear butt off at home or an allergy to cold seal. Reminds me of some graffiti seen as an undergraduate at USC (not that one): "Herman Melville Eats Blubber". Seemed awfully funny and sophisticated at the time as did: "Nietzche is Peachy". Hey, a little slack. I was 19! (As an aside, Freddy, as his drinking buddies no doubt called him, was a really depressing character. Questioned the value and objectivity of truth and was therefore nuts. He actually died insane) (Second aside: Do you think this paragraph wandered a bit? Not so. Connection?... beer and nuts)
Have had difficulty getting wifi for use of Skype. Reluctant to use telephone to US for research into new boom today, but that, or something, will change tomorrow. No auto tour due working on boom problem and potentially better rates with no cruise ships next few days. (Connection?... cheap)
That Ain't Right!
Found a metal working/machine shop that seems certain they can unify two-piece boom. Not convinced it will be trustworthy, so tomorrow, will investigate having new one shipped from US. Did anyone mention that manufacturer, Isomat, is no longer in business? Minor glitch in perfect plan to be resolved, or not, in the morning... possibly.
There are no electronics shops on the island, but found a fellow named Hans who (as you might have surmised is from The Netherlands) worked on radios for the Dutch Navy and continues tinkering for a hobby. Met him for first time on a dock, handed over radio and remote mike, got no receipt. Confidence high for eventual return. Fixed?
Also, have a local phone, which number will be shared with Liz, my dear wife, and nephew/niece-in-law crew who will join this train wreck on December 2nd, but not broadcast to the vast and idolatrous legions of this blog's readers.
Had barracuda for the first time. Delicious. As yet have noticed no abnormal effects, effects, effects from the neurotoxic dinoflagellate (not a prehistoric beast seeking sexual gratification), commonly found in the meat of this species, which causes bizarre nervous system anomalies, monopolies, autocracies. Boowahhhh!
May rent a car with Night Hawks, tomorrow, for various stuff (including taking duplicitous boom to shop) and tour of island.
"Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the phrase 'vast and idolatrous legions' that I wasn't previously aware of". - Douglas Adams (paraphrased)
Here's an interesting factoid - Bonaire is closer to Boqueron, Puerto Rico than to Chaguaramas, Trinidad. Caribbean, she is wide, but not so tall.
Left party central at 1530 for decent sail, albeit slow, until midnight, then, wanting to arrive Bonaire by noon, began using 80 cent diesel fuel to make noise. An adjunct result was increasing velocity of craft by making things go up and down, which in turn makes something else go round and round, which causes a device to push water away from stern. At this point one of Newton's three laws of motion kicks in and, voila!, Kralendijk gets closer. Have been told racket is actually the secondary effect and is not directly helpful in this endeavor, just probably an afterthought.
After clearing in with customs (very easy, didn't look at any documents, consider flare guns weapons) discovered that little is open on Sunday except bars. Feeling a need to encourage at least that, went to one called Cappuccinos, end of small pier. They may have coffee; do have Heineken. Now two less. Returned to boat (second time, after taking 'weapon' to customs for which no receipt was given) for two hour nap.
Met Night Hawks at 1730 for two Amstels, dinner and an early(ish) night.
PS "B" western fans will get title
El Gran Roque
There I was. It was past midnight. The sea was a maelstrom of savage fury. All I could see on the instruments was the manufacturer's name.
Actually, increasing seas and veering 18 to 20 knot apparent wind with reefed main caused difficult steering and boat to occasionally roll rail to rail. Also, awesome speed would have resulted in arrival well before sunrise, so thought it a good idea to furl main and coast in on yankee. Initially trimmed jib, released boom preventer and eased main sheet, then headed up for the drop. This proved a smidge more rambunctious than entirely obligatory, so planned to fall back to previous course, start motor, furl headsail, trim main and power straight to windward. As boat approached old heading a wave caught the stern and, with some momentum remaining, swung it hard to starboard onto a broach. Lee side of mainsail caught the wind and, eased far out without preventer, crash jibed cleanly breaking boom just forward of sheet block. After lashing all flailing bits into immobility, coasted in after daylight under yankee, just as anticipated. Don't you love it when a plan comes together?
Anchored by Isla Francisquis in Los Roques to clean up mess and get a few winks. Nothing else injured in mishap. Scant moments into nap, an exuberant group inhabiting large, AC generator equipped catamaran anchored next door. Only a huge draw of amps could permit cranking stereo that loud. After noting the din, rolled over for rest of rest. Awoke, afterward, to Spanish band living in my head.
Now beating feet for Bonaire to repair old or find new boom. Although a bit rolly, running down swell, conditions are very benign. Look to be in around noon tomorrow. Hope Kralendijk natives speak something besides Dutch. Don't speak that, but can usually get by in English, except with Liz, who claims I either don't tell her a thing or say things that seem highly unlikely. Must be the accent.
This is it! The last of a very rare three 'Friday the 13ths this year. Just to be safe, recommend you remain in bed curled into a fetal ball until midnight. If reading this on 14th or later, just ignore. You may feel free to continue about your normal business unless that consists in strategy recommended for today. In that case you may (safely ignore entire paragraph.) feel free to continue (about your normal business.) continuing. Thought to give you an expressive choice... Oh right, decision making, not part of that program.
For my part, have thrown caution to the wind, thumbed nose at fate (plus a few other hackneyed expressions) and headed off into the great Caribbean Sea for Los Roques 100 NM distant (60 more to go). Weather wonk claims a perfect day for it. Surprisingly, this time, he spoke with straight tongue... mostly.
After catching a little Spanish mackerel for dinner, something took rattle jet lure and broke the line which promptly flew into whirling wind generator blades. Getting that sorted out required some imprudent stunts (reference first paragraph) which will not be admitted to (to which will not be admitted?).
Made good decision to furl staysail and put reef in main as wind picked up after sunset, 18 to 20. Four foot sea on the starboard quarter OK, but periodically a train of six footers rolls through. Any course that reduces resultant lurch is too far off rhumb, so enjoying the ride and grab something sturdy occasionally.
Between scans, while lying (this does not signify prevarication) against the leeward coaming, gazing upward (moon won't rise until wee hours, so the empyreum (although unlikely, this could, possibly, be a real word) is brilliant), watched a satellite, reflecting light from the set sun, glide toward Antarctica. No doubt a spy cam gathering data for our expected invasion of Venezuela. Can't tell if flashes on the southern horizon are lead story on CNN or lightning.
Departing from Puerto La Cruz
Finally broke free of Puerta La Cruz at 0430, Chavez standard time (0400 EST), headed to Tortuga for the night. Anticipate overnight tomorrow sail (sail, he said emphatically) to El Gran Roque. Don't know how long there, but also plan stop in Aves, last Venezuelan islands before Bonaire.
Terrific sail for a couple of hours once out of Bahia de Pozuelos and past Isla Chimana, then, for rest of morning endured growl of iron brute as wind got lazy. Since this was a long day passage, wanted to assure approaching anchorage in good light. At least water maker and most rechargeables are happy. After noon, had proceeded sufficiently to allow flopping around for while at 2 to 3 knots, then wind returned enough to keep the beast quiet all the way to anchorage. Had planned Cayo Herraduro, the most favored, but from two miles out it looked like a stick convention, so stopped short behind Los Palanquinos reef with one other. Confidence in technology soars as electronic chart has boat sitting on top of coral.
Prefer sailing on the wind, beam or forward, up to a certain point. Downwind, unless helped along by plenty of breeze, can be steamy and rolly. If "Gentlemen Never Sail to Weather", they must be a rather stinky lot. Fortunately, on this boat, solo, hurling doesn't contribute to any malodorousness above that mostly averted by Dry Idea.