Leisurely breakfast at Mamacita's (what's with this leisurely thing. Criminy, don't you do productive stuff anymore?) after which we shopped and sent out snail mail postcards to family. Finally left anchorage late mid-early afternoon to a mooring behind Dakity Reef for snorkeling and early start, AM, for St. Thomas. Best laid plans... Mike and Barb showed up in Culebra and, since Friday is possibly better day for beat to Charlotte Amalie, decided to return previous anchorage, near them, for fun and frolic. Frolic somewhat curtailed by their necessity to retrieve sleep lost in early departure from rolly, noisy Monkey Island layover. Plan snorkeling tomorrow at better places as revealed by buddy on "Buddy", John, who is familiar and imparted local knowledge.
Culebra is new favorite place on earth so far, plus close to full-service Fajardo, a $2.25, 1 1/2 hour ferry ride away.
Silver lining of motoring out and back was warm shower tonight. Some crew pleased. Some crew, although accustomed to invigorating ambient temperature, enjoyed more balmy experience.
Muse has abused various mind altering concoctions and fallen asleep on the sole, achieving a state of profound ataxia, so will stop the nonsense and go to bed. May or may not perform keyboard manipulations, tomorrow, depending on state of previously mentioned entity.
Official song for the cruise is a piece by Guinness (who I listen to regularly, Bud). Refrain includes minor modification:
I'm a rambler and a gambler. I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me just leave me alone.
I'll eat when I'm hungry. I'll drink when I'm dry
And if the rum drinks don't kill me I'll live 'till I die.
Curiosity reference forecast wind increase has been relieved. Now whistling through standing rig, making wind generator happy and trapping boat and crew in Ensenada Honda. Late start to day due excessive deposit from sandman - Goofy and Daffy, but not Grumpy. Day two of negligible ambulation. Hoping to bank rest for looming five hour trek to USVI.
Spent all day confirming suspicion that traversing San Juan from east to west and back is completely impossible. Eventually got to Arecibo to discover that telescope and caves are closed on Tuesday. Three hours of ferry and extra charge car rental eventually vindicated by El Yunque, purchase of bunny taming Swiffer and humongous sparerib dinner. Returned to boat after cerveza at Mamacita's, where dinghy spent quiet day communing with nearby red mangrove.
Lusty weather to continue until next Tuesday, but may attempt St. Thomas Thursday or Friday with slight easing. Crew exhibiting tepid response to tentative plan.
Enjoyed leisurely breakfast with friends from Night Hawk at Mamacita's, then leisurely dinghy ride to ferry dock for schedule, then leisurely day on the boat reading. Well hey, it was Sunday. After dinner played dominoes in the cockpit with Night Hawks. Nobody was much interested, so just sat and shot guano.
Culebra (means snake in Spanish for it's shape) is about 7 miles by 3 and has 15 separate car rentals listed in the cruising guide? Thinking to rent bikes Monday, but competition may drive down driving cost. Tuesday plan is to brave ferry to Fajardo for tour of El Yunque and/or Arecibo; Wednesday move to reef for snorkeling; Thursday, with cooperative weather, sail to St. Thomas. Again, way too much planning.
For those living in sin and wanting a more legally punitive relationship, spurn Reno for Culebra. Contact Sandy at www.weddingsinculebra.com to "set up a free consultation". They also do Vieques.
After today's somewhat dry message will leave you with a deep thought.
"Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy." - George Carlin. This quote is unrelated to previous paragraph as far as you know.
Returned car, ate desayuno at Isleta and hit the road to Culebra before onset of pesky high trade winds tomorrow. May or may not return via ferry to visit El Yunque, Arecibo radio telescope, etc. Future activity depends on persistence of roughage (
One thing missed while living afloat is a full flow shower. Unfortunately, in the hotel, couldn't stay under the water for complete satiety as Liz wanted to use that twelve hours to explore Old San Juan. Barely able to prune before yielding to pressure.
Puerto Rican women tend toward very tight clothes. Except for cleavage, as previously discussed, this is only rarely sexy.
Kayaked into a bioluminescent bay just north of Fajardo last evening. Never seen anything to match. Any disturbance of the water made it glow like... ummm... well, never seen anything to match. Paddle strokes were luminous. Transparent bottom (not yours) streaked with light as you made way. Hitting the gunwale made shrimp and minnows light up as they were startled. No swimming here, but bays at La Parguera and Vieques allow. That would be a trip from the 70s.
Unable to keep up with scribbling as entertaining guest mops up time used for ruminating. Your anguish at this loss of erudition is palpable. I feel your pain. Will attempt to think at unaccustomed times, for example when sober, in which case entertainment value likely to wane.
Drive into Old San Juan, yesterday, a real treat on tax day. Local tax office generated massive traffic moving very slowly. It was like bumper cars without collisions, total chaos in molasses.
Hoofed Old San Juan from end to end. Pretty neat place. Castillo San Felipe del Morro, guarding entrance to San Juan Harbor is very impressive. Couple of big floaters disgorged their touristas to rape and pillage souvenir shops that, if you didn't read, couldn't be distinguished from ones on St. Pete Beach. Most of these folks were what was once called young upwardly-mobile professionals (YUPpies). Was one myself, but have now become poor outwardly-mobile old person (POOPie... oh... ahem). Well, let's just say I'm a terminally useless retired dude.
Dinner at a local's place away from bustle at about 1/4 cost of night before. Retrieved posh ambiance walking back by high dollar establishments, then had drinks at best place found, Barrachina. Great spot for dinner, too. Not so pricey. Beam over some afternoon as soon as the Air Force releases that Area 54 technology.
May do El Yunque rain forest tomorrow, then begin staging from boat. Saturday looks like easy, calm day for motor to Culebra.