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Anthem Adrift
Weather or Not
03/16/2010, La Playita de Amador, Panama

Provision Arrestor

March 16

With addition of a couple slabs of wood, strategically placed, to inhibit irrational exuberance of refreshment crates, cartons and cases, boat is within striking distance of navigating vast chunks of ocean. By way of a little recreational kvetching, will be heartily glad to do just that and bid adios to Panama. It's been interesting, occasionally beautiful and certainly symbolizes a milestone, but has also represented more work than fun. Itchy feet require new horizons with greener pastures and... well, there's a metaphor in there somewhere. As an aside, if you plan to come this way, learning Spanish would be a fine use of time.

Besides applying organizational skills to secrete items where they will never again be recovered, have attempted to find and catalog weather and navigational resources available via HF radio just in case being surprised loses it's charm. However intriguing, an unexpected and protracted calm, for example, seems rather remote while attached to the bottom near a city, but, somehow, lurking somewhere deep in the sub-conscious, resides the idea that it wouldn't be half the fun one might presume. Avoiding murder of an albatross, while poetic, might be insufficient.

Redux of last Wednesday's escapade with dim sum, hardware, chandlery and groceries (where minimum purchases are this time contemplated) plus possible pass by PakYa Panama shipper to take possession of wind instrument spare will occupy tomorrow. Previously conveyed plan for next ten days is still in play. Hope 'play' isn't just a figure of speech. The play's the thing, but what was the 'thing'? Involved murder, but not of a gooney bird.

Jack

Venture to Persist?
03/15/2010, La Playita de Amador, Panama

March 15

Crews flying the Pacific referred to Japan as the land of no plan "B". No problem here as we ran out of letters while down-locking. Advisors were conferring, debating and communicating on their UHF radios as plans changed literally by the minute. Three ship, two ship, center lock, tied to a tug. We twice attached to lock walls awaiting a ship and its tug, onto which, as it then moved ahead, we tied one side then the other. Fortunately, crew on other boat was less lackadaisical than day before.

Upon arrival at La Playita, Whoosh made a pass by Anthem to which, with cat-like grace, I leapt to re-discover the apparent after-effects of a tornado in her saloon. After contemplating that catastrophe for awhile and attempting to reconfigure Airmail from failed transmission attempt with Jack T's SSB, retired to his boat to retrieve stuff, swill rum and fail miserably, but with great pleasure, to reconcile my political philosophy with his experienced reality.

Tuesday will end in success with disappearance of all provisions, awash below decks, into, under or behind some form of restraint from which it can eventually be recovered in much the same condition as last seen. Initial assessment of likelihood is discouraging, but will, to quote Chief Dan George in "The Outlaw Josie Wales", "endeavor to persevere".

Jack

There I Was
03/15/2010, Gatun Lake, Panama

Approaching Gatun Locks

March 14

Typically, 1300 schedule to receive advisor was slid back to 1545, so Whoosh departed Shelter Bay for 'flats' waiting area at 1400. Advisor showed at 1630, but then events progressed apace. Arrived in Gatun Lake just at dark after something of a goat rope that looked more like Keystone Cops than a well oiled machine, but everyone spent the night content in the knowledge that all were safe and undamaged. More to follow, probably, whenever feasible.

Jack T has been explaining many services of Ham winlink system (which I've squandered strictly on abusing friends and the unsuspecting with bloggage) including a multitude of available surface condition data. It might be supposed, at first blush, that having wind, wave and cyclone forecasts could be handy, but where's the adventure, the challenge, the joie de vivre from being surprised every day? Did Magellan have this stuff? Did he get killed before completing his circumnavigation? Oh wait, that was a bad thing. Well, it wasn't weather related. His boat and some of the crew got back, so there.

Tentatively planning to visit friend Guy Callahan in Bocas del Toro next weekend, so departure from Panama would occur ensuing Wednesday. This assumes all boat parts arrive prior and nothing breaks and I'm OK and weather is OK and aliens don't initiate a long contemplated plan to remove all planet water to replenish their home world (that's a secret, so mums the word) and... Hey, it's virtually certain. As I have been cleared out of the country for last two weeks, probably ought to bail before various authorities take notice. Wonder how the food is in local prison? Galapagos will probably believe I've been becalmed en route for three weeks, right?

Jack

Do the Continental
03/13/2010, Colon, Panama

Whoosh Crew

March 13

Most everything encased in metal, except drinks, is stored securely. Six 2 liter bottles of Sprite have found themselves in bilge with head hose. A fastidious washing will proceed all partaking therefrom (ought to be a real word, but probably not). Canned drinks will live under dinette with some sort of proper restraint (he said confidently) not yet devised.

Returning to the Caribbean was relatively painless as all modes of transport operated as advertised. Taxi - reasonable without haggling. Bus to Colon - on time. Shelter Bay shopping bus - also on time. Checked to confirm location was still Panama. Inventory of comestibles, recently performed, indicated provisioning close to complete, but a few gaps, e.g. chunky peanut better and Fig Newtons, were filled during planned Rey Supermarket stop.

Patricia made dinner on Whoosh and induced rest of line handling crew, an Aussie couple (egregiously young and attractive), to stay. These guys sailed from UK after living there two years and will continue to Oz on a 27 foot Cascade. So, what were you doing at 30?

"By the time I'd grown up, I naturally supposed that I'd be grown up." - Eve Babitz

Jack

Movers and Shakers
03/12/2010, La Playita de Amador

March 12

Inventory of provisions, requiring evacuation of all food lockers, recommenced this morning with no concept of where it will all ultimately hide. Sole (floor, Cal) under dinette will have to suffice for some. Have visions of tuna cans launching through port-lights in a blow. Just what can go in the bilge where head hoses travel? Thinking of somewhere else for bread and teabags. All is a quandary to be fathomed (a little nautical lingo) in due course. Is a solved problem soluted? Perhaps a rum and coke will provide inspiration.

Jackster in Las Perlas, Inspiration Lady and Bristol Rose may go tomorrow. Can't wait to find a calm anchorage over there as Playita rolls like a drunken sailor. Trick is to get just drunk enough to synchronize.

Will be bussing to Colon (way better than Slouching to Gomorrah) tomorrow noonish to position for second sail across Continental divide. Jack & Patricia will bring their Pearson 424 (two companionway model) to the rockin', rollin' Pacific Sunday/Monday. Don't get those hopes up, but limited bloggage may result.

"The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we have of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us." - Quentin Crisp

Sounds quite erudite at first reading until you realize it makes no sense.

Jack

Where and When?
03/11/2010, La Playita de Amador

Mi Ranchito

March 11

Two months in Panama? Not possible. I mean, it was just New Years in Cartagena about, what... couple of weeks... no?... ummmm... Dang!!! Where'd the time go? Expect another 6 days here, at least. Also, wish to admit a minor faux pas. Next destination after Las Perlas will remain predominantly Spanish speaking. It's the one after that with the lilting, mellifluous articulation.

Met good friends at Mi Ranchito to celebrate birthday for Jackie of "Inspiration Lady". Gary & she (married for freaking ever) are the guys who built their boat from scratch over 23 years. Presented her with used novel, lollipop and this limerick:

There once was a lady named Jackie Who married a guy, very wacky. He promised a yacht And that's what she got, But to make her build it was horribly tacky.

They're Canadian and so fun to tweak, but all in all, and despite his lust for Clamato juice (it's a particularly Canadian sickness), delightful folk. In fact, any jingoist tendencies one might be encumbered with will quickly dissipate while cruising. Acquainted with Germans, Dutch, French, Welsh (not really English), South Africans, Scandinavians, etc. Best friends are Canadian, English and Australian. Can't imagine a more interesting group of misfits.

Tentative plan (if you believe this, you might crave a certain bridge in NY): Enjoy helping "Whoosh" through Canal - Sunday and Monday (most likely bit), retrieve parts from PakYa Panama on Tuesday (least likely bit), depart for Las Perlas on Wednesday or Thursday, depart for Galapagos on Monday, 22 March, commune with sea lions (rather stinky beasts I'm told) before April Fool's Day for perhaps 20 days. You will know anon. Galapagos: By all accounts, one of the most interesting spots on the planet. If I know you (or possibly not) and you wish to visit (since Fitz & Angela have demurred) please initiate contact. Unlikely you will be disappointed.

Jack

PS This was way too wordy. Sorry.

Beatup or Up-beat?
03/10/2010, La Playita de Amador

Panama Sailing School

March 10

After early quarter mile walk to sit outside Panama Sailing School (most reliable wifi site) for third download of Sailmail (XPworld is happy again), met the usual suspects at Hung Dong (something like that) Chinese in mid-town Panama for dim sum (sign actually read dim son, perhaps for an idiot offspring although there was little evidence of cannibalism).

Rest of day consisted in stops at hardware, Abernathy chandlery, Mega Depot (large lots) and Riba Smith (grocery). Since heavy shopping was not anticipated, spent a paltry $675.33. The others, tapering off after previous days of running amok, were slightly lower. Concept is that cheap supplies here will last through expensive islands to Australia. Yes, but where do it go?

Some will run over to Las Perlas, on Saturday, for 7 to 10 day change of scene before returning here to retrieve parts from PakYa Panama freight forwarder. I will again be yachting across the continent this weekend, helping handle lines for Jack & Patricia on "Whoosh". Should be back on Monday when all ordered bits will have arrived... Stretching that "hope over experience" concept to its limit? I'm an optimistic guy! May head for The Pearls next week, assuming aforementioned 'hope' thing is realized, then keep going until spoken to en Francais.

"The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised." - George F. Will

Jack

Happy Days
03/09/2010, La Playita de Amador

Racor Fuel/Water Separators

March 9

Noticed a loose prong on boat's shore power socket. After removing the thing, discovered backside was fried. Possible cause of charger/inverter failure? Local chandlery had one (only one) for a not-quite-outrageous price (Marinco thinks highly of their stuff). Since new one is, of course, slightly different, several tool lockers were emptied to accomplish minor surgery.

While removing corrosion encrusted plug from short 3-wire cable to longer one that can reach above mentioned outlet from Honda generator, it broke. Trip to hardware is envisioned. Dubious beginning to day and then:

Do NOT attempt honesty with Microsoft. Nothing good can come of it. After receiving several requests to protect myself by participating in the "Genuine Advantage" program, finally clicked the "Yes, please check my OS then mash me like a bug under the full weight of the Evil Empire button". They decided that my copy of Window XP "may" not be genuine. It use to be! When attempting to reinstall, the computer hung in a perpetual setup loop. Would a snapshot before beginning have helped? Yes. Was it done?... Anyway, have now re-returned to Jan. 20 for another round of updating. Luckily expertise has been gained in exactly that procedure and an invaluable temporary lesson has been learned until forgotten. Aside: Why do valuable and invaluable, like flammable and inflammable, mean the same thing?

Ready for the good news? Yeah, me too! Oh wait, there is some. Very unexpectedly found and installed an elbow fitting for parallel Racor filter installation at the other, smaller, marine store in vicinity. Specialized fittings arriving next Monday, he avers confidently, will finally get that rascal operational after only 10 months.

Everything considered, after all the kerfuffle, not an awful day. Sun hasn't gone supernova, aliens haven't induced mass hallucinations (probably) and this little segment of the planet, despite downside potential, ended up nearly a wash.

Speaking of which, the shower awaits.

Jack

Compute This
03/08/2010, La Playita de Amador, Panama

March 8

Wooncha know, it was a simple matter, after reformatting the indisposed drive, of dragging movies back to it from the temporary unit. No obvious reason that reverse shouldn't have worked, but then, it's a computer. All is right in Macland except for any SSB communication since 1/20.

Spent much of day buying items out with which I could not live, including, but not limited to, another pair of sunglasses and holders for soap and toothbrush. Albrook Mall, across from main bus terminal, is one big mother. Not quite Mall of America or West Edmonton, but bunion achingly large with additional similarity that most patrons talk funny.

Decided to indulge pizza lust tonight while dashing out this blarney. 12 inch Tropical with ham, cheese, several fruits and maraschino cherries. No anchovies. Delicious.

Stiff breeze last three days has made for tempestuous anchorages, but inspired wind generated tumescence of wazoo (reference may be a tad obscure for newer readers)(divined naughty intent due choice of vocabulary is strictly in the readers mind). Nights are past cool requiring sheet and blanket pulled to chin avoiding hypothermia. Highs are down to high 80s and lows around 77. Feels like winter. Please, no sympathy cards as mail delivery is altogether haphazard.

"Things are more like they are now than they have ever been." - Gerald R. Ford

Jack

Crapper Cropper
03/07/2010, La Playita de Amador, Panama

Just No Drive

March 7

External hard drive is now read-only due, probably, to someone yanking plug before unmounting. Glad it wasn't me... Oh wait, it was. No problem as it is a backup and can be erased and reformatted. Unfortunately, there are also 19 movies on it. No problem as I can borrow a drive, copy files and reinstall. Not so fast there sparky! Different formats. Won't continue with ugly details, but attempt to increase space on internal drive for multi-stage transfer, reverted to January 20 with all after lost. Emails, sent and received, updates and entire Sailmail system, kaput. Muttonhead mistake wasted much of afternoon into evening on reconstruction as yet unfinished.

Additional diversion was derived from arranging to have second, unordered and expensive wind instrument sent back to JTH Marine Electronics before forwarder ships it out from Miami. For those interested, also added a few pictures to blog with more to follow.

Today's aspiration to piety sadly came a cropper. Although no ice cream was ingested (line was too long) and acceptable sorrow was felt, work was, nevertheless, done... attempted. I feel so dirty. Must now abjure slightest implication of toil for at least a full day. Toss me a Balboa, I'm beginning to feel better.

Jack

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