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Anthem Adrift
Wicked AND Disagreeable
04/11/2009, Salinas, PR

April 11

Actually engaged in productive activity, today. Ummmmm... Oh yeah, refilled gas can and inserted resistors (purchased before leaving CONUS) in compass circuit to dim frightfully bright light that blinded night sight.

Good easting tomorrow and Monday with trades lighter than usual. Anticipate 0400 departure from Salinas to make 35 NM sail around Punta Tuna to Palmas del Mar. Isla Pineros or Isla Palominos Monday to stage for 18 NM beat to Culebra Tuesday. 0630 ferry Wednesday from there to Fajardo, shuttle at 0815 to Marina del Rey for rental car by 0900 and drive to SJU to pick up Liz around 1030. Car, hotel and ferry are arranged. This level of planning is wicked, disagreeable (nearly unique situation as
wicked is usually quite agreeable) and should never be allowed in the islands.

Cleanup after three months without feminine restraint will also be evil and unpleasant. Feral dust bunnies have become vicious, making recapture difficult and dangerous.

Desiring internet this afternoon, patronized closest establishment with that service for a traditional Puerto Rican dinner: Brat, sauerkraut and a Heineken. By the way, (*stereotype alert*) did you hear about the new fusion cuisine, Chinese/German. Tastes great, but an hour later you're hungry for power. Ach du liber! (don't know the meaning of that, but it sure sounds appropriate).

Must now obtain snoozeage. Ta!

Jack


Idle Hands
04/10/2009, Salinas, PR

April 10

Another ghastly day in paradise, but still unable to sustain any vestige of dissatisfaction as mouth corners creep upward despite best effort to frown.

After breakfasting, while stinky sheets rinsed, took Inspiration Ladys on drive into mountains with tail end of rental car time. Had to divert for Good Friday procession of disciples flagellating themselves with knotted rope. They hurt themselves to thus prove their piety. This should not to be confused with flatulating that is enjoyable and comforting, and tends more to abuse those nearby.

Planning for nothing to do is dangerous as with nothing to, did nothing. Idle hands are the devil's playground. Found myself at the marina bar at 1430 drinking beer with friends then migrating to Anthem for sundowners with additional wastrels until 2130 (equivalent to the wee hours in dirt-dweller time). Blew off any useful endeavor at this time and went to bed.

Jack


Salinas Sojourn
04/09/2009, Salinas, PR

April 9

Liz, returned this afternoon from visit to Melissa in Twin Cities, to wait until Wednesday for flight here, allowing sit in Salinas until wind eases Saturday or Sunday. New favorite place on earth, yet again.

Ken, of dismasted Annie II fame and triple citizenship (British, Canadian and St. Lucian), is building a house in St. Lucia requiring his immediate attention, so I drove him to SJU airport around noon for possible month away (wife, already there, says two). Cheapest alternative was renting for less than 1/3 cost of taxi, generating free car until 1100 tomorrow for me. Left Tanzer 26 on anchor to languish until his return when two potential rigs (spars, stays and shrouds) may be available.

Despite innate sloth (do you think the three-toed mammals are offended by pejorative use of their name? Rumor is that two-toed variety are completely indifferent) and reprieve with new underwear, washed clothes at convenient and inexpensive marina laundry before drive north. Tomorrow, intend to rewash sheets from Luperon due to gagging detergent smell. Mistaken that odor would ameliorate with time. Otherwise expect to have a good Good Friday filled with naught but leisure.

Late dinner, with amigos, of whole snapper fixed with Salinas' specialty, mojo sauce. Oh, baby! (not what you think Pam). $12.50 with mofongo (mashed plantain with garlic and... stuff) and vegetables.

Now it's late, I'm wiped after grueling day in air conditioned car and clean sheets adorn soft, inviting cradle, so buenos noches.

Jack


Let Me Count the Ways
04/08/2009, Salinas, PR

April 8

Have come perilously close to running out of clean underwear, so did what any reasonable single-hander would, bought more. Should probably wash eventually, dirty clothes bag being one limiting factor, but no sense asking for trouble.

Unusual NNE wind after departure from Ponce (you're not thinking PONE-say, are you?) at 0430 allowed some sailing in gentle swell to Salinas, new favorite place on earth so far. Breakfasted with four friends at marina snack bar on banyon canopied, outside deck overlooking about 40 anchored sailboats in this well protected small harbor. May risk getting hammered on Friday if the wind picks up as forecast, but thinking to stay an extra day. A place like this justifies north coast DR slog. Best and worst.

Mike & Barb on Astarte asea from Grand Turk, ETA Mayaguez this evening, avoiding Hispaniola. Should catch up by Culebra.

Casual readers of this journal might have inferred that cruise thus far was a delightful journey of discovery and adventure, but... OK, it actually has been way, way fun, but now expect to add a 'way' or two.

Liz arriving San Juan airport, Monday, for several day visit. Looking forward to her company into USVI after exploring PR and Culebra. Friends, Morrie & Suzanne, to meet us in Charlotte Amalie; will make open water dives to finish PADI SCUBA certification. Unrestrained hijinks to ensue.

Jack


Genial Gesticulation
04/07/2009, Ponce, PR

Walmart Special

April 7

Rented a car yesterday afternoon with two couples and subsequently became intimately familiar with back streets all over south Ponce trying to extricate ourselves from back streets all over south Ponce. Eventually located a Walmart where one couple's acquisitive bent completely filled dinghy to gunwales sans occupants. There are pictures.

Surprised at great number of Puerto Ricans who speak no English. Usually managed to communicate via Spanglish and universal hand gestures (no, not those as we are trying to make friends), but still experienced failure to find Chinese restaurant, lusted after by one of our group, until 1930. Eventually settled for Chinese-ish place with McDonalds level decor. Food was good, but came with French fries?

Walked around Centro Ponce all morning. Mannequins along the street gave an indication where sexual emphasis lies as all were waist down and turned backward. Rows and rows of tight little butterbeans. Very small import given to flat tummies. Even young women have a bulge of loose adipose tissue jiggling around their navels. Suspect empanadillas (traditional breakfast deep fried meat pie) as the reason.

Due to weather, will now skip Isla Caja de Muertos (Coffin Island) to land Salinas tomorrow morning after 0500 start. Wind kicking up Thursday afternoon increases incentive for continued eastward march to assure Puerto del Rey near Fajardo and retrieval of Liz from the delights of San Juan Airport Monday morning.

Jack


Jackson's Marauders
04/06/2009, Ponce, PR

April 6

Yesterday, after arrival, dinked in to find reported restaurant. At only building ashore, was accosted by round, androgynous guard demanding immediate departure unless buying something. It seemed, however, a bit vague as to what was available. E & E'd around personality challenged Maginot Line to enjoy plate heaped with lunch for $2.99, beer $1. Should mention, here, that recent descriptions of two grumpy individuals only due to marked contrast to most.

This morning, seas were up by 0600 to make slog to Ponce bouncy, rolly and slower, but, nevertheless, arrived on the Yacht and Fishing Club fuel dock around 0900, where a swarm of customs agents were milling about someone else's boat.

Fortunately, this same dock was undefended in 1996 for an alleged midnight raid by undocumented delivery crew purportedly consisting of Capt. Jackson, Fitz, Angela, Birky and myself. After pounding into the wind and sea for 4 1/2 days from Provo to abeam Ponce en route to Roosevelt Roads Navy Base, in a leaky, stinky, nasty O'Day 39, with fuel nearly gone, attempted, all day, to sail against trade winds and adverse current. Achieved three NM in three times that many hours before deciding to steal ashore. Priorities were fuel, beer and food, not necessarily in that order for all crew (Fitz). Responsible individuals went for diesel, other individuals, who shall remain nameless (oops, too late), because Capt. allowed no libation aboard, went for beer and at least one, due to a prom in progress, enjoyed an epiphany of cleavage in quantity and quality not seen in the U.S. since women's liberation made it declasse decades earlier.

Jack


Easy
04/05/2009, Pinzon Anchorage, Luperon

April 5

Boqueron is a fun place, enhanced by amigos veleros. With start of weeklong holiday, nubile young college girls pranced about in itty bitty costumes enjoying the attention of lustful college boys. The terms 'perky' and 'cleavage' come to mind. Rich and Angela will appreciate.

Today's itinerary is depart anchorage 0500, round Cabo Rojo (SW corner of the island) at first light and arrive Gilligan's Island (Cayos de Cana Gorda) before trades pickup mid-morning. Traveling with Double Dutch and Inspiration Lady at least to Ponce (PONE-say), tomorrow's destination. Others leaving Boqueron area a day or more behind.

Very benign wind and sea forecast through Wednesday, then not. Currently squinting into morning sun from the cockpit sipping French press coffee as the south coast of Puerto Rico glides gently past.

"Mar Caribe". Says so right on the chart. Cool!

- Later

Drinks at 1630 on Inspiration Lady after day of ease. Tomorrow, sleep in until 0600 for 15 NM hop to Ponce for two day stay. Cars to rent, groceries to buy, marine supplies to get. Work, work, work! Or not. Haven't actually had a good night's sleep since Luperon about a month ago. Tonight's the night, tonight's the night! (punch line to naughty joke. Thanks, Pat).

"There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it."
- Mary Wilson Little

Jack


Whiskers
04/04/2009, Boqueron, PR

April 4

Another adventure in bureaucracy has intruded upon an otherwise serene and idyllic existence. Called customs at 0900. Being too busy, they requested a call back at 1300. At that time (despite my expending some effort obtaining necessary documentation to become a "trusted boater" and avoid pointless trip to customs when re-entering US territory) a woman in Mayaguez insisted on my presence, a 30 minute drive north. Very nice agent in San Juan (24 hour check-in) found my information in the computer, insisted that everything had been done correctly and that I should not have to go. Unfortunately, during business hours closest port of entry has precedence. He called back after speaking with his supervisor to reiterate. Being more amused and bemused than irritated by arbitrary decision making and peremptory agent (who had possibly just been dumped by someone who sounds like me), I remained resolutely calm and polite during our four conversations. Example: Me: "I understand that you have the authority to-". Her: "Well apparently you don't, because you keep questioning me". Me: "No, I do understand that you have the authority to harass people, but that doesn't mean you should." She did become more equanimous after I courteously requested communication with her supervisor. Unfortunately, he was in a meeting for at least another hour, but when he came out she would be sure to have him call and, by the way (as it was now about 1430), if I was unable to get there before closing, she would not be responsible for the BIG trouble I would be in. Of course, she offered, it was up to me to decide what to do. I graciously thanked her for her sympathetic advice.

Friends and acquaintances in Boqueron apprised me of the fact that, in my absence, three large government boats as big as Anthem were doing donuts around her (presumably to flush me from hiding) and at one point put out fenders, preparing to board. They did not. Perhaps someone noticed the dinghy missing. Probably just a coincidence.

On most levels this was really huge fun. Remained in incredulous good humor for the duration. The $15 and two hours expended were worth avoiding Mayaguez harbor, meeting driver Raul Santiago ("Rolling Thunder" on the VHF) and couple from Short Sail similarly summoned, getting a tour of the country and, most agreeably, tweaking the lion's whiskers. Returned in time to enjoy status as outlaw with buddies over drinks and dinner.

Jack

Faux pas from April 3: Crossers, not crossees.


Protect and Serve
04/03/2009, Boqueron, PR

April 3

Insufficient time or concentration to write anything tonight due to governmental games and necessity to get drunk and silly with Mona Passage crossees at Gallaway's in Boqueron. Spent much of day patiently and politely explaining to customs officials in Mayaguez, with commiseration from sympathetic officer in San Juan, that they were petty bureaucratic assholes, spawned from syphilitic, mongoloid, crack whores who should, more wisely, expend limited resources protecting citizens of Puerto Rico from bad guys. Regrettably, no one was receptive to this helpful advice. Will probably communicate all, tomorrow, including aborted assault on Anthem by coast guard and local police armada, while absent owner made completely unnecessary trek to Mayaguez. Remind me if I forget.

Will now infiltrate bedding in hopeful attempt to sleep past 0645 after failure to do so this morning.

Jack


Yahoo!
04/02/2009, Boqueron, PR

April 2

First 93 of 150 NM passage was wet, lumpy and ugly, crashing into wind and wave. The misery escalated approaching northeast corner of the DR and entering Mona Pass where the confluence of wind, current and underwater topography conspire to torture hapless sailors. Tacked back and forth with main and engine in often futile attempt to avoid crashing directly into steep, short period five foot onslaught.

Then, after turning the corner at Hourglass shoal, the heavens parted, the seas calmed and the wind became a friend. Picture a scene from "Adventures in Paradise". Sparkling seascape under white-puffed, blue sky. Schooner Tiki making way with a fair wind to Tahiti.

Cruising is like this, the best and the worst. Lows are lower, highs are higher and either way, you know you're alive.

Didn't expect to get in before midnight, but wind has backed and filled for hull speed. Yahoo!

Sleep in tomorrow followed by inspection of bars in reputed party town. Yahoo!

Jack


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