03-05-2018 – Panama City, Panama

It’s been a while since our last posting, and rest assured we are still safe and sound – and still in Panama City! We’re excited at our impending crossing of the Pacific, and have been busy preparing. Here are a few of the biggest items on our list that we’ve been working on:

– Painting: we’ve painted the pilothouse, all of the burgundy trim including the rubrails, and are now working on the masts.

Laura Sands the Main Mast

– Navigation: we’ve updated our navigation PC, and switched to a new navigation program, OpenCPN. We’ve tracked down lots of charts which work with this new program, including some which are derived from GoogleEarth satellite images. (We hope these will be useful to identify coral heads when navigating the Polynesian atolls.) We’ve installed a new radar, wind instrument, and AIS (uses VHF radio frequencies to communicate with nearby ships to identify *and avoid* potential collisions). The data from all of these is combined and displayed on one screen using our new navigation program. We’ve also installed a new satellite communication device which will allow us to get weather data and forecasts daily, which can also be displayed on that same screen. This satellite device (called an Iridium GO) will note our position hourly and will update our position and track at: http://forecast.predictwind.com/tracking/display/Lungta (note that the capital ‘L’ is very important!) We’ll be able to send and receive text messages and even some email.

– Visas: we’ve applied with the French embassy in Panama City for long-stay visas to French Polynesia. If we didn’t do this, we would be limited to a three-month stay, but once these applications are approved and inserted into our passports we should be able to stay up to a year. The more we hear and learn about French Polynesia, the more we want to extend our travel time in the South Pacific. As so often seems to be the case, our anticipated trajectory seems to be lengthening and slowing down. It now looks likely that we’ll spend more than just one season crossing the Pacific. We don’t yet know where we’ll spend the cyclone season this year, but it will probably not be as far west as New Zealand. And after French Polynesia, there are a number of other island nations that are worth a potential visit as we hop our way the rest of the way across the Pacific – Fiji, Tonga, Samoa, Vanuatu, etc.

– Crew: we’ve found two wonderful crew mates, and life is good. Dave joined us in October (along with Keith and a few of his friends), allowing us to leave Lungta in his capable hands while we visited our families in the States. Dave had a long career on the water as a pilot boat captain and various roles on training schooners. Laura arrived two weeks ago from Copenhagen, fresh out of medical school and with a surprising amount of international travel already under her belt. Both are vibrant, engaged, thoughtful people who are delightful to be around and we expect will continue to be so for the upcoming 4-6 weeks at sea. We don’t “need” any more but we have one more bed that could be filled, either with an individual or a couple. We’ve received messages from many interested people over the last several months, and we’re so touched at the outpouring of interest. We’ve had deeper conversations with dozens of them to find just the right mix. It’s getting close to time to close that door, but we haven’t stopped yet.

Because we have an infinitely long to-do list, we have to balance that work with time off for fun. But don’t worry – we’ve also had a few adventures in this same time frame.

Our friend Suzanne came for a visit, her third (so far). We spent a few days out at the Perlas islands again. On the way we put out a fishing line with a brand new lure on it. We had purchased a fancy reel from another boater, who had included this lure with a sweet request to let her know what we caught with the set. As we were nearing our first night’s destination, a fast-moving ferry catamaran overtook us but changed directions near the last moment. This caused him to cut across our fishing lines that were trailing behind, and indeed he snagged our new lure and it was eventually lost. We didn’t land that fish, but it was a BIG one! ๐Ÿ™‚ Our first afternoon in our private anchorage, two young men in a panga drove up on the beach and poked around the bushes and trees for a while. We kept trying to figure out what they were doing: taking a pit stop, preparing to camp overnight, taking the dog for a walk? They didn’t stay long, though, and then they came immediately to Lungta – with newly harvested coconuts for sale! Yum! Suzanne swam ashore another day, “just because”, and had an uninhabited tropical island completely to herself for a while. We enjoyed fishing from the dinghy just before sunset one evening, and had the freshest fish ever for dinner!

Suzannes Underway Photoย ย Dave Fillets a Porgyย ย Suzanne's Group Selfie

We left the Perlas so that Dave could catch a plane to visit a friend in Mexico, so we had Suzanne to ourselves during her last few days with us. Kathy and Suz spent the next two days seeing some of the sights, so that Suzanne would go home having seen some of the “real”Panama. We went for a nice hike in the Parque Natural Metropolitano, a nice stretch of forest not far from the city which has views overlooking the Canal and also the anchorage where we managed to spot Lungta. Along the trail we saw numerous leaf-cutting ant trails, a blue morpho butterfly. a large spiky spider spinning a sticky web, and a papaya-sized (and -shaped!) rodent locally called a รฑeke. At the very end of the day we encountered a park ranger who pointed out a sloth to us. What a delightful find! We went from there to an artisan’s market that had a nice variety of local crafts, mixed in with a good sampling of tourist shlock. ๐Ÿ™‚ Suz bought a nice mask (for her collection of animal masks) of a รฑeke! We also wandered a bit through a local fair, never figuring out what the occasion was that was being celebrated, but enjoying the children playing in bubbles and the regional dancing that was featured. The next day we made a quick run to the local wholesale produce market, before she needed to head to the airport. The colors and smells of the various fruits and vegetables were a sensory pleasure, and it was delightful to come home again with our arms full. It was a real treat for Kathy to reconnect again with this “lifetime friend”! We talked about our shared history, our dreams, our current trajectories; it was a nice heart connection.

The View from Cerro Cedroย ย Local Wildlifeย ย See the Sloth?

In early February we learned that the Carnaval holiday was Panama’s biggest celebration. For nearly a week we saw great nightly fireworks displays and heard that there was even more going on at the fiesta in town – floats, dancing, music, food. So we decided to go on Tuesday,the last day, with our 15-year-old friend Jack from the boat “next door”. We didn’t really know what to expect, but we definitely found something different. For starters, we met up with another boating couple on the bus who ended up going in with us. At the entrance we didn’t know that we would need to show our passports, and we newly didn’t get in! But ourfriends talked the guards into allowing us to pass, arguing that we were clearly no threat to anyone. ๐Ÿ™‚ We first passed dozens of food stands, most of which had essentially the same things. They all had loud music blaring from a huge speaker behind the stand, and all of them had different music. There was a parade with half a dozen floats, most with a feather-clad queen swaying their hips and waving from way up high. One of them had a platform that would go up and down. There was also a marching band playing from the back of a large flat-bed truck, another truck carrying a few gymnasts with costumes that evoked the Chinese poi dogs barking playfully, and a pair of stiltwalkers with huge papier-mache heads and hands controlled by puppet-sticks. Perhaps the best part of the parade, though, were the two groups of locals who were celebrating a cultural connection: one African, with compelling drum-beats and matching batik garments, and the other Polynesian, with a loosely choreographed grass-skirt dance featuring dancers from 4 to 75. The fireworks were good, but surprisingly short-lived. The weirdest thing about this whole event is that most of the people did not really seem to be celebratory or even particularly enjoying themselves; mostly it seemed they were just glad to have a national holiday so they could get a day off of work. ๐Ÿ™‚

Daytime Fireworks

We got an opportunity that Kathy had been hoping for for quite a while: to transit the Panama Canal as line-handlers for another cruiser. We met the owners at a pizza night for the cruising sailors. They had spent ten years cruising in the Pacific and were now taking “the shortcut” back to Europe. They invited us to join them, the following week. Dan wasn’t too excited, so opted to stay home on Lungta and continue working on some of our projects. But Kathy, Dave & Laura all were up for the adventure! A few days later we packed an overnight bag and joined them on their boat. They had a 5:15 appointment in the morning to pick up the Advisor near buoy #2. Although we went to bed fairly early, I don’t think anyone slept really well; we were all excited about the next day’s plans. The next day was a full day, not exactly crazy busy, but with things to do frequently throughout the day. When we called in the morning to confirm the time and place to meet the Advisor, we were instead told buoy #6 at 6:15 – so we had time for breakfast! Receiving the Advisor(s) was smooth – there were two, because one was in training and other was her mentor. We had a beautiful glimpse of the sun as it came up over the island that Lungta is anchored near (we were now on the other side of the causeway). There are 6 locks, 3 going up to the lake and 3 coming down afterwards. We were side-tied to another sailboat of a similar size, and there were also 3 big tugboats and a beautiful Mexican tall ship in the lock with us. There were men up on the yardarms of the Mexican boat, some of them more than 75 feet above the water level. Dan & Kathy had toured this same ship, Cuauhtemoc, when we passed through Acapulco with Wayne and Keith on our way south.

As we entered the first lock, a couple of men standing up on top of the walls of the locks tossed down a monkey’s fist on a fairly light line. Some of the line-handlers would catch the line and tie its end to a loop already tied in the end of our long lines, and the men above pulled the lines in and dropped the loops over a big bollard (kind of like a cleat on the wall). Once the lines on all four corners were secured, the other line-handlers would tighten them up to keep our boats centered. The gates of the lock would close and the water would be pumped in (or later, out). Each lock had about 30 feet of depth change, was about 1000 feet long, and was about 60 feet wide – that’s a *lot* of water! As the water level changed we would have to adjust the length of our lines to keep them tight – but not *too* tight. It took about 10 minutes for the water level to change from top to bottom. Then all the boats would disconnect in order to move on. The men at the top of the walls would hold onto our loops (well actually, their own lines which were tied to our loops) and walk them down the wall to the next lock. They weren’t pulling the boats, just keeping pace. After we went through 3 locks, we came into Lake Gatun and spent the next hour or so trying to cross as quickly as possible, in the hopes that we’d be able to do the next 3 locks in the same day. Otherwise we’d have to spend the night in the lake and wait for an Advisor the next morning. At first we lagged further and further behind our traveling companions, but as the wind picked up we gained on them. Our hosts were thrilled that it was an indication that their new propeller was outperforming the others’. At any rate, we made it just in time, before the Canal authorities decided to make us wait until morning. Hooray! So we pushed on through the next 3 locks, this time accompanied by a huge cargo ship named Tomorrow which just barely fit inside the walls of the Canal. There can’t have been more than a foot or two on each side. It was pretty intimidating to see this huge ship pulling in behind us! Kathy got a kick out of the name and kept saying “Tomorrow is closer than you think”. ๐Ÿ™‚ We transited the Canal efficiently and successfully in one day. We motored around the corner into the harbor of the city of Colon, and looked for a place where we could drop the anchor for a couple of hours while our hosts lowered their dinghy in the water and took us ashore. Unfortunately the wind had picked up a good bit from an unusual direction and we just couldn’t find a safe place to accomplish this. We finally motored across the harbor to the Shelter Bay Marina and pulled into a slip there. It was surprisingly challenging to find a taxi back to the main part of the city, but we eventually found one. We ended up having him drive us all the way back to our own dinghy dock – and somewhere along the way he proposed to Laura! ๐Ÿ™‚

A few days later we ended up crossing the isthmus once again! We had just about given up on finding a place that could inspect and service our liferaft, when Kathy saw a commercial boat offloading theirs onto the dinghy dock and pushing it up the ramp. She hopped out of our own dinghy and asked the guy at the top where they were taking the liferaft. We contacted that company and a few days later they came to pick our own up. We asked if we could watch the process, and they agreed. So the next morning Kathy, Dan & Dave hopped on a bus back to Colon. We got a taxi to take us to the address that we’d been given, but it turned out to be more complicated than we’d expected. The servicing company was located inside the Duty Free Zone, which is surrounded by barbed-wire-topped walls and has guarded, limited entry. The taxi driver told us that we needed to pay the guard $20 – but not in front of the cameras! After a bit of a standoff, we called our contact at the servicing company, and he drove their company van around to meet us. Our guard settled for $5 and we were on our way. We got a kick out of seeing them unpack our liferaft. We’d bought it from a second-hand shop in California, and had never seen the inside. We were very pleased at what we saw. Although our life raft is quite old (manufactured in 1989), it is quite solid and in good shape. They checked that it would inflate, and checked all of the seams; they replaced the flares and first aid kit; they hydro-tested the CO2 cylinder and repacked everything up carefully again. The liferaft comes back to us along with the peace of mind that comes from knowing that you have a safety net.

Inflated Liferaft

We’re busy, but we’re definitely feeling like we’re nearing the end of our gotta-do list! Hope life is full of promise and joy for each of you as well – and if it isn’t, then figure out what you need to do to make that so!

Rock Stars

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12-12-2017 – Panama City to Hackensack, NJ

Uh-oh, time is moving faster and faster, and the blog is coming slower and slower. ๐Ÿ™‚ We have done a lot of traveling in the past two months! We took a short trip back to the Perlas, returned to PC to meet a few people, went back to the Perlas for another short trip and then left the country entirely to visit family and friends. It’s been a busy period, and here’s some of how it played out.

After finishing up our errands in PC and finalizing plans for our upcoming travels, we went out to the Perlas for a short visit before things got busy. We visited a new place that we’d read good things about. It’s a lovely little nook in a channel between the biggest island in the group, Isla del Rey, and a small island off its northwestern shore called Isla Espiritu Santo. Although it’s a channel and the current moves through here, turning with the tide, it’s kinda tucked in so it feels protected from most directions. It was a lovely place to hang out for a few days while we explored and – you got it ๐Ÿ™‚ – worked on some boat projects. We loved watching the wildlife here, especially birds. Our first night in the Espiritu Santo channel, we heard a sound that was very similar to a barking dog, and Dan remarked that he was surprised to hear that there was a house nearby. The next day on a dinghy excursion we saw a bird that might have been a night heron standing on the beach – barking! It was the funniest thing! (Hmmm, maybe you had to be there. ๐Ÿ™‚ ) It confirmed our original understanding that we were nowhere near people. We also enjoyed seeing lots of small parrots flying overhead, squawking their gossip of the day to one another. We also spent one night on the north side of Isla del Rey, near the town of San Miguel, to try to get some internet access and to scope the place out for future use. On our way back to PC to meet up with our new crew person Dave, we saw lots of whales. One in particular was slapping his big fin on the water’s surface over and over again – regularly enough that we were actually able to get some decent photos and the following video!

Whale Slapping Finย ย Peeling Treeย ย Dan through Rock Window

We met Dave online just a few weeks before our departure for our (annual) visit back to the States. We had a very nice voice conversation and invited him to visit us. Since he was immediately available, he chose to come down before we left and stay on the boat while we were gone (rather than wait until we got back for us to meet). He is recently retired from a career as a ship’s captain, he has a happy outlook on life and an enthusiastic attitude. We met him at the airport and enjoyed getting to know him for almost a week before our next friend arrived. It worked out well to allow Dave to settle in a bit and learn his way around before bringing another person into the mix! Keith spent some time on Lungta a few years ago, so he already knew his way around. He was just returning from a 5-week trip in Patagonia, and came to us direct from Chile. It was very nice to have Keith return, both because we like him and because he is already familiar with many of Lungta’s systems. Since we had two crew now, both very competent people but with different backgrounds and skills, we were comfortable with the idea that they could relocate Lungta safely among a few of the islands – but for that to be feasible they would need to get familiar with some additional systems! The day after Keith arrived, we headed back out to the islands to familiarize them both with what’s involved in moving the boat. Because really, who wants to spend time in a crowded municipal anchorage when you can be in an anchorage near a tropical island with only a few other boats? We had a nice sail down to the Perlas, and moved 3 or 4 times during the week so that they each had an opportunity to raise the sails, manage the anchor, man the helm, etc. By the time we left, they felt like they had been drinking through a fire-hose, but had enough knowledge to safely look after Lungta while we were gone. But we still suggested that they stick to places where internet was readily available, in case they needed to contact us for additional information or advice (where should we look for a hammock? how do we repair the XXX?).

Dave & Lungta

One day a local boat zipped up to us. We thought perhaps they were going to offer us some fish, but they looked somewhat distressed. They had something in the bottom of their boat, which turned out to be a turtle that had gotten tangled in a net. They had rescued it, pulled it into their boat, but were unable to untangle the net from around its flippers. They were clearly hoping that we could help. We offered them a knife and a pair of shears, and they carefully worked at cutting the strands from around each of the poor turtle’s limbs. It struggled at first, but eventually slowed down. We worried that it might be dying, but then figured out it was relaxing as it realized that they were helping it. The fibers had cut fairly deeply around the tops of each flipper, and we all winced in empathetic pain. When they lifted it over the boat’s gunnel and dropped it in the water, it slowly swam away, while we all breathed a big sigh of relief! We thanked this gentle couple, and they thanked us, and we all went back to whatever we had been doing before this emotional interlude.

Saving a Turtle

Since we were leaving the boat in the Perlas islands, 30 miles from Panama City, we needed a way to get back to the city before our flight. We booked a trip on a ferry that goes between these two places daily. Coincidentally, as Keith was planning his visit to Lungta, a friend of his from Germany was also able to visit him for a week. He arranged it so that he flew into Panama City the day before we left, and we crossed paths and got to meet Michiel for an evening’s meal of pizza delivered to our hotel. Michiel is a thoughtful guest who brought us a few sweet treats from Germany which we enjoyed as we progressed through our various travels in the States. He spent a week on Lungta with Dave and Keith, enjoying a tropical break from the onsetting winter in northern Europe, and contributing to the daily work and adventure. He and Keith had a nice explore of a tiny Isla Bartolome and returned with some big bunches of bananas, which the group enjoyed for several days!

Sunset in the Perlasย ย Birds on a Logย ย Kathy at Isla Mogo Mogo

Meanwhile we (Dan & Kathy) flew to Houston, TX for a week’s visit with Kathy’s mom. Oddly, both of us got sick within the 36 hours of our arrival and were low-key house-guests. We had something very like the flu, including fever for 4 days and respiratory congestion for an extended time. ๐Ÿ™ Apparently our immune systems are no longer as effective at fending off the diseases that circulate in cities since we generally live far away from the madding crowds. At any rate, we had a nice visit with Marilyn. We were extremely surprised when there was a knock at the door one morning and it turned out to be a surprise visit from Kathy’s sister Jean, who lives in Denver! She “popped” down expressly to surprise us, and we were all delighted to spend a couple of days together! After she left, we took a half-day’s driving trip to San Antonio to meet up with Kathy’s other sister Margie. She and her husband Frank were just coming to the end of the long and sometimes painful process of building a custom home on a lake north of town. They were excited to show us the nearly finished structure, with its high ceilings and echoing chambers. They took possession of the house just before the Thanksgiving weekend, and camped out on the floor with their three college-age kids. Rounding out the visit with a warm phone call with Kathy’s brother Andy, it was a full visit.

We moved on to New Jersey for a month-long stay with Dan’s mom. As usual, part of that time was spent at the family’s Thanksgiving gathering in upstate New York. This year there was a lot of 2-year-old energy (3 of them), with more added in from a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old. We also had some new attendees in the form of Dan’s half-sister from Boston and her mother from Atlanta. Along with us, Dan’s sister Eve from Washington state, his son Jesse from California and the family from Chicago it’s quite a far-flung group! There were more people than ever before and more space had to be cleared for additional tables. Dan’s aunt Nancy gave a beautiful tribute to her older sister Helene, Dan’s mom. We had just the right amount of food – by the time we left there was only a tiny amount of leftovers for Nancy to finish up. It was wonderful to catch up with all of the stories from the many family members!

We spent a day visiting our friend Jonnie, who spent almost 2 months aboard Lungta earlier this year as we left El Salvador. Although she lives in Oregon, she was also spending a month with her mother in Long Island. She introduced us to quite a bit of her family, and her brother took us out on his runabout for a ride around the Sound. It was a beautiful day and we actually ventured out onto the open ocean for a bit – which Jonnie told us was an unusual thing, and indicated that he really liked us! ๐Ÿ™‚ After a delicious dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant, we ended the day at a yoga studio, where Kathy and Jonnie stretched and sweated to the choreographed moves of Jonnie’s favorite instructor (while Dan enjoyed some internet surfing time in the lobby – what a sweetheart!). It was a late night drive back to New Jersey, with lots of heartfelt conversation still ringing in our ears.

The next day Kathy took a flight to LAX, to spend (almost) a week visiting her best friend from college. Beth has recently been diagnosed with breast cancer and begun chemo. Kathy originally had plans to visit before Thanksgiving, but changed those plans when the ill-timed flu came into the picture. Fortunately there was time after Thanksgiving to form a new itinerary. The visit was really good, with lots of conversation running the gamut from deep life issues to reminiscing to silly, picking up where they left off the last time they were together 5 years ago. They went to a day spa for massages, made some minor improvements to her home (setting up for accomodating later treatments), and spent time playing with her two small dogs. Beth is facing a big challenge, but has an impressively strong and upbeat perspective on her life and her future. After her visit to Beth, Kathy hopped to Denver for a short visit with her sister Jean. The first day, Jean arranged for a wonderful day’s outing which included a reflexology session and then a tasty lunch with her friend Tracey, who just happened to be the therapist. ๐Ÿ™‚ The remainder of the visit was packed with deep conversation about personal growth, family dynamics, hopes & dreams, and lots of love. Both of these visits were heart-warming and uplifting, and Kathy came back with her tanks full (of love!) Dan met a friend in Manhattan one day for lunch and spent an afternoon with his sister Beth, but spent most of his time with his mother in New Jersey, doing projects around her apartment to make life more comfortable, arranging for her car to be fixed up in preparation for returning it to the lease company, and wrapping up the purchase of parts and goodies that we always come home with after trips like this. This was the first time Dan & Kathy have spent more than a week apart in many years, and it was delightful to be reunited!

Meanwhile, back on Lungta, it’s been good to have both Keith and Dave on board. The two of them have been kept fairly busy attending to both the general maintenance and the unexpected repairs. The biggest issues came up after a very near strike from lightning. As usual (it’s weird that we’re coming to view this as a common occurrence!) several unrelated items stopped working; this time the list included the anchor light (again!), galley overhead lights, depth sounder and refrigerator. Unfortunately only one of them was repairable: the voltage regulators in the galley lights did their job, sacrificing themselves to protect the LED’s, but were easily replaced the next day. We installed our last bulb in the anchor light just before the guys joined us, and now we need a new one. We’ll also be coming home with a new display for the depth sounder (we’re hoping the problem isn’t the sensor itself!) and a new compressor valve for the fridge (which appears to also have a leak somewhere in the circuit for the refrigerant that we will need to track down when we get back in another couple of weeks).

The day after the lightning strike, Keith’s daughter Ashley and her friend Allissa arrived. They had been doing volunteer work in the hurricane-ravaged Virgin Islands, and had a difficult time arranging their travel – but they finally made it! Unfortunately they only overlapped with Keith by a week; he had already made his return travel plans back home to Massachusetts. It’s interesting to see the beginnings of how much more complicated planning is going to be when we introduce more people into our crew, not just the crew themselves but also their guests. Life is changing…

Lungta Boatsitting Crew

We haven’t yet met these two women, but Keith was a powerful reference. Allissa and Ashley have reportedly also made a great impression on Dave. We are looking forward to meeting them on our return, and there’s just a possibility that one or both of them might choose to spend some time with us next year as we cross the Pacific. There was an accident one afternoon: the two of them were hanging out in a hammock that they had set up on deck when one of the lines they used broke. Both hit the deck painfully, one on the tailbone and the other on an elbow that had previously been injured. We’ve had very few injuries living alone, but introducing new people into a new environment, and doing new things differently, makes it more likely that accidents will happen. It is a good reminder about being extra aware when there are changes like that! Both of these young women have reportedly been energetically participating in the work and play on Lungta, and we’ve heard a few reports of some delicious-sounding meals prepared by one or both of them. We’re glad that they have extended their stay a few days beyond our return, so that we get to know them. We’re hoping that they’ll be spending more time on Lungta!

So these are some of the broad-brush events of the last 8 weeks. Details have been lost in the depths of memory and the complexities of having many lives intersect. It’s been a busy trip, and we”re glad to be heading home to Lungta soon!

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10-07-2017 – Panama City, Panama

How quickly time can pass by when you aren’t paying attention. ๐Ÿ™‚ We’ve been in Panama City for more than a month – so it’s time for me to update those of you “out there” who are interested in the happenings of our Lungta Life.

Panama City is the largest city in the country, and (as often seems to be the case in smaller countries) more than half of the population lives here. It’s situated on the Pacific end of the Panama Canal, which opens up near a small group of tiny islands (Flamingo, Parrot, and um, Naos) that have been connected together by a causeway. This causeway basically forms a 3-mile-long peninsula which is covered with tourist places (restaurants, souvenir shops, bicycle rental) and maritime businesses (marinas, chandleries, and a naval substation). The marinas mostly cater to a fleet of sport-fishing boats and are mostly full (and universally expensive!). There are also a couple of anchorages nestled alongside this peninsula. One is right along the path followed by boats entering and exiting the Panama Canal, so it’s pretty turbulent with all the comings and goings. The other is on the other side of the causeway, still within sight of that entrance but far enough away to miss out on much of the noise, wakes from boats, and general hustle and bustle. This is where we’ve chosen to hang out for the better part of this last month. We have a spectacular view of the city to the north of us, which sparkles with lights (and a couple of brilliant and gi-normous LCD screens). There’s a nice public dock nearby which is open to cruisers and our dinghies for no charge. It’s run by the navy who keep an eye on it 24/7.

Las Brisas Anchorageย ย Cruise Ship Going By

PC (as we’ve started to call Panama City) is a very cosmopolitan city with a huge and well-run public transportation network. They have a card-key system that works on all of the buses and the one subway line. You just touch the card to a panel as you board and it deducts your $.25 fare and shows you your balance. It’s easy and efficient. (It is a little challenging figuring out how to get a card before you board your first bus!) It’s been nice to see quite a few people just click someone else in who’s having trouble finding their card or whose balance is low; because the fares are so cheap it’s not a big deal. We had a card given to us by a boat we met a few months ago in Costa Rica, which really made it easy to get jump-started! There’s a bus that runs down the causeway about every 20 minutes, and a bus stop just at the end of the driveway at the top of the dock’s ramp. Easy-cheesey! This bus takes us directly to one of the city’s major hubs, and (at least so far) we’ve always been able to get wherever we want with another bus that comes to that hub. The hub is at the Albrook Mall, one of the largest malls either of us have ever been in. It includes three food courts, a grocery store, an office store and 2 hardware stores – often we don’t even need to go any further. We’ve branched out a bit further a few times, for a fresh produce market, Pricesmart, a dentist, and a specialty plumbing shop. We haven’t done any sight-seeing yet, but the bus into town passes the port’s facilities where containers are stored and loaded onto ships transiting the Canal, the neighborhood where Panama’s president lives, and a couple of interesting monuments.

PC in the Sunshineย ย PC in the Cloudsย  PC at Dusk

Shortly after we arrived here, our two shipments that we had arranged for in Puerto Mutis arrived. First, our new dinghy – hooray! It’s a little bit smaller – and a lot lighter – than our old one. It rides a little differently, but we’re getting used to it and are thrilled at having a dinghy again that holds in the air and holds out the water! Kathy has already made up a new set of chaps to protect it from the sun, in the hopes that this one may last us a decade or two. Woo-hoo!

New Dinghy & Chaps

Our second shipment was an assortment of mostly Amazon purchases that we had sent to a Florida warehouse where they were bundled onto a pallet and put on a ship to arrive in PC a week later. It’s worked so well that we’re already planning a second shipment. Whenever we make a big purchase, it’s almost always associated with a boat project, and this time was certainly no exception. One of the projects that we were able to complete after this shipment was the installation of a saltwater faucet in our galley, alongside the normal fresh water one. Now we’re washing our dishes in saltwater with only a rinse in fresh – should save us a significant amount of energy in desalinating water. It’s still a novelty to us, and we have been known to elbow each other out of the way to do the dishes. ๐Ÿ™‚ We also installed our new wind gauge. Our previous one was damaged by lightning in Costa Rica after only a few short weeks. Hopefully this one will serve us a good bit longer! We also got some repair parts for our power system and are now able to manage our battery charger much better. Another project that is queued up now is to replace our lifelines. The current set is steel cables which are beginning to show signs of serious rust. We’re replacing them with a synthetic fiber that is even stronger and will never rust. Installation will require some effort because they support 4 of our solar panels, but we should have it done by the end of the year. Our watermaker is still being restored to its full functionality after losing its electronics in the “near sinking” last year. With the contents of this shipment, we were able to make one more improvement to that system that makes it easier to control the watermaker manually, and without having to pull up the floorboards and move a hose from one place to another. It’s cool to see all of these upgrades to our home, and also to realize that the scale of our improvements is changing from “critical” to simple “replacement” or “improvement to existing”. Even though our watermaker is functional and getting better, we are still frequently making use of our water catchment systems on both the back awning and the boom in front of the pilothouse.

Mother Nature's Faucet

We hung out in this anchorage for about three weeks before the time was right to go visit the Perlas Islands. We’ve heard about these islands for many years and were looking forward to finally seeing them for ourselves. They are an archipelago (isn’t that a fun word! but still not as cool as isthmus ๐Ÿ™‚ ) about 30 miles south of Panama City. A full day’s sail to the closest island, and then a couple hundred islands to choose from. Most of the islands are tiny and uninhabited, a couple dozen have villages, and a few have been developed for tourism. There is a daily ferry that goes to 2 or 3 of the islands. We chose not to visit those on our first excursion. We only had 10 days (because of a dentist appointment, if you can believe that!), so we only scratched the surface. We did visit 3 islands, though! Surprisingly we only found coconuts on one of them. ๐Ÿ™‚ And we came back with a dozen – yum! One afternoon a panga approached us with a hold full of seafood to sell. When we asked how much a fish would cost, he said we could have everything for $80! We didn’t need quite that much, so we settled on 4 lobsters and two snappers for 6 gallons of gasoline. We all came away happy from that deal! Another afternoon we strolled on a white sand beach where the sand was as fine as powdered sugar. We swam in clear turquoise water (while we cleaned our hull, but hey, it started out clear!). We generally relaxed and enjoyed a few days out in nature. There are lots of whales in the area. We saw quite a few spouts and one time we saw a whale breaching up out of the water several times in a row. Wow! We caught a tuna on the way back – it was silvery with beautiful mottled blue stripes. We couldn’t definitively identify which type from our book, but it might have been a bigeye (it’s eyes were really large!). We steaked it and will enjoy it for four meals.

Isla La Minaย ย Isla Pedro Gonzales

A week or two earlier we had met a Kiwi family on a boat in PC that was bound across the Pacific. We had a couple of nice conversations with them and helped them do a last-minute repair on their engine, and then they were gone. Unfortunately this isn’t really the best time of year to cross, and they were unable to make much progress with the winds that they encountered. They changed their plans and returned to Panama. We ran into them again in the Perlas, as they were decompressing from a frustrating week at sea. Coincidentally, they had already reconnected with another boat that they had befriended previously. We spent one very pleasant evening hanging out on deck with all of these folks, while their kids played and watched movies down below. Now we’re back in the anchorage in PC and it seems a little less crowded with strangers. ๐Ÿ™‚

Back in PC, we’re attending to a little business before we head back out to the islands. Dentist appointment, check. Provisioning top-up, check. But before we can head back out, we have to find a weather window. Looks like Monday – no, Wednesday – no, Friday. Tropical Storm Nate put a crimp in our schedule, causing surprisingly strong winds here, sucking all the wind north into the Caribbean from this area. The weather here is quite variable, but generally moderate. We were surprised to have a day with winds in the 20 knot range, followed by a night in the 30’s and then a day with lots of gusts in the 40’s. Our anchor dragged early that first night, because we hadn’t put enough chain out, wanting to “fit” into a slightly tight place between other boats. Just as we started to pull it up in order to relocate back to where we started from, it began to rain. It didn’t just rain, it *poured*, for almost exactly the time it took for us to raise the anchor, motor 100 yards and drop it again. Kathy was drenched to the bone and shivering at the end of that period. ๐Ÿ™‚ Afterwards we spent a nervous night rocking uncomfortably. The next day we generally laid low while the wind played itself out, but there were a few incidents that caught our attention. There are lots of big “work boats” in this area, and quite a few of them anchor in the same area that we do. They all seem to have their stories. ๐Ÿ™‚ One of them is a former US Coast Guard vessel that is in the process of being dismantled. We hear sounds of metal work from that direction most of the day, and we’ve noticed that the pilothouse is no longer there. One day we watched three or four guys try to haul a sunken panga out of the water using a big arm, a crane on the back deck. They were unsuccessful. During the storm this boat was dragging its anchor (or mooring?) frequently, and a tugboat that is usually tied up to it was constantly tugging it back into place. It was like a rodeo. Finally they secured the vessel to a different mooring and it stayed in place the remainder of the time. In the afternoon of the second day we heard a call on the radio for help protecting a cruiser’s sailboat from another unoccupied sailboat that was dragging anchor downwind on a collision course. We hopped in our dinghy and helped push the offending boat away initially and then deploy a second anchor borrowed from another cruiser, to try to stop it from sliding backwards and also to pull it out sideways away from the “target” boat. All this in choppy seas, howling winds and stinging rain. ๐Ÿ™‚ Just another day in the life…

Stormy Skiesย ย Our Neighbor

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08-26-2017 – Panama City, Panama

We ended up spending more than a month in the gigantic Gulf of Montijo. It turns out to be an undiscovered piece of heaven. As we sailed inland, deeper into the gulf, the water became increasingly calm. We stopped when the depth got down to 14 feet at low tide. By then we had put three islands between us and the sea and we might have been on a protected inland lake. We were in the middle of an enormous, pristine inland bay. The nearest land was at least half a mile away and there was no human habitation for miles. It was as still and peaceful and quiet as anywhere we’ve ever been. It’s surrounded by mangroves, and (not surprisingly) we enjoyed a couple of dinghy trips poking into the mangrove mazes.

Mangroves of Montijo

This large body of water is roughly 10 miles at the mouth and 15 miles up to the “major” port city of Puerto Mutis. There’s a long island at its mouth, restricting flow in and out and making it subject to tidal currents. Similar to when we were in the estuary in El Salvador, we would turn 180ยฐ on our anchor every 6 hours. It’s fed by roughly a dozen rivers that drain the big Veraguas agricultural basin. The water varies from pea-soup green to latte brown from all the runoff. It is definitely not an inviting place for a swim! We are unable to use our watermaker here, because the filters would plug up in just a few minutes. Every few days we would talk about leaving soon, to top off our water tanks.

But we kept putting that departure off because we were able to capture enough rainwater to get by a little longer. We got much more frugal with our water usage, though! We didn’t do any laundry, we bathed on deck in the rain, and we used only a trickle to rinse the dishes. Dan became obsessed with watching the skies to try to predict the day’s likelihood for rain, and spiralled down into despair after a couple of dry days. ๐Ÿ™‚ We also did a few raindances, which seemed to be fairly successful. We are using the awning over our back deck, a piece of canvas roughly 7โ€™ x 7′ secured fairly rigidly to the pilothouse and a roller arm, but loose on the sides. We pull one side out further than the other, causing the water to spill to one side, where we attach a funnel with paper binder clips and clothespins. The funnel goes into a 25′ hose that runs up the side of the boat and into the deck-fill. If the wind is more than about 10 knots, especially if it isn’t directly on our nose, the awning flaps frenetically and the clips pop off. We spend more time supporting it than one might guess. ๐Ÿ™‚ But we keep refining the design, and over time it’s gotten quite effective! We’re working on another one that could be deployed quickly over the boom in front of the pilothouse, and which might be as much as 3 times the size. We had fun in a hardware store one day trying to find a set of plumbing parts that would take water from a hole in the fabric to the hose that fits our deck-fill, starting with a kitchen sink drain. We’re close to deploying this system but can’t yet report back.

We anchored about 5 miles from Puerto Mutis, an international port of entry. There are probably neighborhoods that we didn’t discover, but the town seemed to consist of one road lined with a few bars, a couple of gas pumps and one tiny grocery shop run by a Chinese woman. There is a public dock where the local fishermen (and there are a *lot* of them!) load and unload their boats. Many of them are moored in a big cluster nearby. The area is generally quite shallow, with a shifting sandy bottom. We didn’t dare bring Lungta much closer, although we are now certain it would have been possible. Yemaya, a large live-aboard dive boat, is based out of Puerto Mutis and comes in roughly every two weeks to pick up passengers and re-provision. They *must* be a similar depth to Lungta. (We talked with the owner briefly one afternoon, but oddly he couldn’t tell us what the boat’s draft was.)

There’s a very regular bus that goes from this tiny town to the much more substantial city of Santiago, 18 miles inland (but it takes an hour!). It costs $1.30 each. We found nice grocery stores here, and a couple of reasonable hardware stores. There’s even a big-box store that carries computers, office equipment and home appliances, where we found a replacement laptop for Kathy’s computer that gave up the ghost 3 months earlier – she’s a happy camper! (Her kingdom was shuttered for want of a hard drive.) It’s not a very pretty town, or walkable, but it’s much more functional than we ever expected. We passed by a kiosk outside a stripmall one day with lots of corporate logos (Target, EBay, Ford) that caught our eye. It turned out to be a freight forwarder, like we used in El Salvador. We’re excited to be putting together another shipment of “stuff we can’t live without” coming from the States (mostly Amazon) in the next month or so. We went into town once or twice a week. After the first couple of times we learned that taking a taxi back would allow us to bring back awkward items from the hardware store (like 4 gallons of paint!) and lots of bags from the grocery store, for only about $15.

The weather patterns here seem more predictable than earlier in our travels. Although every day looks quite different from the day before, we learned to recognize which direction our rain would come from. Virtually every day had rain in the area, often quite threatening looking, but most of it skirted around our particular spot. Almost everyone else would have celebrated this fact. ๐Ÿ™‚ This is the rainy season in Panama, and there are terrible stories of intense storms with lots of lightning – and serious damage to boats and even boaters. We were initially nervous about going to Panama, but then met a number of people who hadn’t had any trouble. Now we’re thinking that the troubles are more localized, for example only during the rainy season or only in the Gulf of Panama (the region around Panama City and the Canal). We don’t know why, but we just haven’t had much serious weather here. But the sunsets, oh my!

Panama Sunset

While in this remote little patch of heaven, we accomplished a few major projects. (Don’t forget that cruising is really just boat-work in exotic places. ๐Ÿ™‚ ) Kathy spent many hours putting a new sun-guard strip on the mainsail. This is the last of the sails that was missing the burgundy touch. It’s our newest sail, only about three years old, and the sailmaker put a white strip of UV-resistant dacron on it, so it wasn’t in danger of falling apart. It was a big job for the Sailrite sewing machine, and she ended up finishing it by hand at each of the corners where there are just too many layers for the machine to handle. Dan spent much of this time painting the decks and refinishing the entire caprail. He also polished some bronze fittings that now just gleam! In addition, he did some caulking around windows and various fittings around the boat. This ongoing activity has finally reduced significantly the amount of rainwater that makes it into places in the boat other than our water tanks! Hooray!

Newly Covered Mainsail

New Deck Paint

One day Dan noticed that the surface underneath the floorboards in the office was wet, and the next day it was even wetter. We removed all of the stuff that is stored underneath the 5 boards – mostly spare materials (wire, hose, stainless steel, aluminum, rubber, gasketing, etc), and our backup propeller and starter motor. The room was a total shambles, as were the galley and forward head areas, which absorbed the overflow! Kathy sponged up the water, flooded the area again with SaltAway, sponged it up again, and painted the whole area. This all took a bit longer than it might sound because all this time the leak was still happening and we were trying to track down the source. It turned out to be a *tiny* crack in the cement bulkhead near the main door to this room. We think, but haven’t been able to fully confirm, that it is leaking rainwater from somewhere above. We’ve made it more difficult to confirm by drilling a hole through that cracked spot, to allow the water to drain the opposite direction, down into a bilge rather than onto the top surface of our steel water tanks. This volunteer project caused quite a bit of consternation when we thought that we might have a serious leak (the room is below sea level, and contains several thru-hulls and lots of hoses). We also ended up cleaning up the bilge, testing its pump and replacing a stuck valve that was preventing the pump from fully emptying the bilge. We are pleased at having the area clean and painted, the materials reorganized and stowed more neatly, and the sense that the water management in that area is quite improved.

Eventually, however, we decided that we had done enough work and it was time to move on. ๐Ÿ™‚ I almost forgot to mention that we have ordered a new dinghy from a distributor in Panama City. Our old one was quite old when we bought it from a fellow cruiser and the fabric has become leaky from too much sun exposure (before the set of chaps that we added a couple of years ago). We have to pump it up daily and have patched it a few times in the last month. We haven’t ever had a new dinghy before, and it’s exciting to think that soon we won’t be dealing with the consequences of someone else’s choices. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s due to arrive in Panama City the last week of August, so we need to get that last couple of hundred miles soon. The time has come! We’re on our way…

We moved to a place along the north shore of Isla Cebaco, the island that caps the mouth of the gulf. We spent a couple of days running the watermaker, doing laundry, replacing a chock to support the dinghy on deck while we’re traveling on the ocean, and knocking out a number of small house projects. We intended to clean the boat’s bottom, but somehow didn’t manage to find a good time when the tidal current would allow it. One day a local fishing boat with 3 men stopped by to chat for a bit. We had a confusing conversation where we ended up thinking we’d been invited to come out to the house of one of the guys that afternoon at 4, after they got done fishing. We made some hummus to share and got ready to go. At 4:00 they were still fishing nearby. At 4:30 we hopped in the dinghy and zipped out to see what the plan was. There were six people happily fishing with hand lines, and they had quite a number of smallish fish – a successful outing. We talked about the types of fish they were catching and their techniques, but nothing was said about getting together later. In retrospect, we decided that they were probably inviting us to join them fishing rather than afterwards. Just before dark, the original 3 men stopped by again, while returning from tending their nets. They gave us a couple of corvina fish that they’d caught – very generous! We were so disappointed to have misunderstood what they were trying to communicate earlier! (But we have been enjoying the hummus!)

We moved on again, hoping that the next anchorage would be a better place to clean the hull, since it should have less current. Although the day began as usual with patchy cloud cover, the clouds got heavier as afternoon approached (not unusual). Unfortunately, a rain storm settled over the little bay that we intended to anchor in. With somewhat limited visibility, we were watching carefully for the rock hazards in the area. Dan pointed out an area where he thought he was seeing something uncharted breaking the surface. It turned out to be a small pod of whales, at least 4 of them coming up and spouting then descending for a couple of minutes. These were the first whales we’ve seen in quite a while! We’ve since seen several more pods. Here’s a photo that shows another obstacle we often have to watch out for: fishing nets. Fishermen who use small boats who use nets for fishing often mark the two ends of the net with floats that have flags sticking up for visibility. They don’t want a power boat with a sharp propeller to drive right over the nets! And the boater certainly doesn’t want the monofilament line tangled around his prop shaft! The flags are typically made of black plastic garbage bags. This is a good example of a pair of markers on a clear, calm day, when they are “most” visible. (Admittedly, sometimes at night they also include a small strobe light for visibility.)

Fishing Net FloatsWe arrived in the late afternoon, and dropped the anchor in a brief break in the rain. The bay looked mostly uninhabited, although there were two anchored pangas, one of which had some crew moving around, presumably getting ready for the night’s fishing. As they left, they made a big circle and came back to visit us. It turned out that they wereย the Panamanian Coast Guard, the Aeronaval. They were polite and friendly, asking us the routine questions of where we were from, where we were going, etc. Three of the five men came aboard to look at our paperwork, passports, and navigation equipment. They told us that they worked 15 day periods, and that they patrolled the northern half of the country, all the way from here to the boarder with Costa Rica. Five men in a 25 foot open boat! They left, and we had the bay to ourselves for a while. The rain persisted and got much heavier, and they ended up not being gone for long. It rained heavily all night, and we found that we rolled a lot because we were in the ocean swell. At 4:30am (after a short night of somewhat fitfull sleep), we were woken up by the sounds of voices in a very close panga trying to catch our attention. We threw on some clothes and went up on deck, to find that it was the same group of military men. They said that there was a problem with the anchor, and we were concerned that they were saying our anchor was dragging in the storm. However, they actually said that they had lost their own anchor, and needed some help! We rafted their boat up to our side and invited them onboard.

Two hours, six towels, 4 cups of coffee (and 1 hot chocolate), two apples, two packages of cookies, and a chess lesson later… another naval boat arrived and our team quickly departed. The two boats, along with a panga full of jerry jugs, tied up together for more than an hour and busily went about their business while drifting around the small bay. But it kept on raining and the group stuck around another night. A couple of hours later, the panga returned to Lungta and asked for a lighter to light a fire on shore to make some dinner. What would these guys do without us cruisers? ๐Ÿ™‚

It rained all that night and the next day. We took a down day and did nothing but hang around home reading and playing chess. The bay turned a very muddy color with all of the runoff, and we decided once again to defer cleaning the bottom until better conditions. The bay of Ensenada Naranjo is very pretty, and it’s a shame that we didn’t spend more time there, when the weather was more cooperative. There were a couple of pretty black sand beaches, lots of coconut palms bearing fruit, and howler monkeys making their usual noises. ๐Ÿ™‚ The bay is named after the orange trees that have gone native. It would have been fun to collect a few oranges for breakfast! But we’re enthusiastic to make it to Panama City, so we won’t be dawdling any more.

Ensenada Naranjo

We took off the next morning and went another 45 miles to Punta Guanico, a quiet little corner of the coast with a beautiful community of houses nestled in the hills. We saw lots of waterfalls on the cliffs along the way. Although the rains had cleared up, the winds had been sucked away. We ended up motoring most of the day and arrived late at night. Here we stayed long enough to make a first pass at cleaning the bottom. It was both better and worse than we had hoped. The sides were slightly coated in a dusty or slimy layer with only the occasional barnacle – all of which wiped off with a sponge! Wow – the first impression of our new bottom paint was exciting! Unfortunately, the entire bottom of the keel, where we have scraped off the new bottom paint on a reef, was completely covered with barnacles, growing in clumps on top of one another like condominiums! Although much of them came off in clusters, they needed to be scraped off with a tool. And many others needed some hard work to break them free of the surface. We worried that it would be difficult where the paint had been scraped from the surface, but this was far more coverage than expected. It seems that these barnacles are different than those we’ve encountered before, and that they might get in under the paint once they find an edge. This may turn out to be a significant problem that requires us to haul out again much sooner than we had planned. ๐Ÿ™

From there, we moved a short distance to Ensenada Benao. There was another threatening storm that we chose to wait out. But the next day we made the leap around the corner into the Gulf of Panama. Punta Mala (“Bad Point”) is known for strong winds and contrary currents. There’s lots of advice to choose a good weather window and give it a wide berth. But we got lucky; we had a beautiful day of sailing around the point. As we rounded into the gulf, a pod of dolphins greeted us. Shortly afterwards, Dan looked up and saw a whale in mid-breach. Wow! The water got smoother too. We’d been dealing with a swell from the south that was often directly on our beam, causing the boat to rock uncomfortably – and knock things around. Once we entered the gulf, Punta Mala generously blocked that swell, making travel that much more comfortable. Over the course of the day, we caught a good size tuna (it was delicious!), and we were visited by several more pods of dolphins and a few curious booby birds. While there seems to be a good bit of wildlife, a pleasant surprise, we were appalled to see as much plastic floating in the Gulf as we did. We spent 30 minutes together on the bowsprit just watching a stream of bottle caps, detergent bottles, shoes, labels, even toys go by. The largest item we identified was a full-size refrigerator, floating its way out to sea. Ugh! We sailed the better part of 36 hours before stopping for a break at Isla Otoque.

Dolphin Greetings

We spent a surprisingly restless night at Isla Otoque. The north winds made a racket and kicked up a choppy uncomfortable sea. We were anchored in a place that was a little steeper than ideal and the wind was headed on shore. This means that if our anchor did drag even a little bit, we could end up touching bottom – not something we wanted! So we set an anchor alarm and a depth alarm and kept an ear open all night through the noisy wind and waves. We got up when the depth alarm said we were getting close, but watched until the tide turned and things got deeper. This was a beautiful little island but we were very glad to leave it behind in the morning. ๐Ÿ™‚

We had a good day’s sail into Panama City. We had strong northerly winds to begin with, and traveled quickly for the first 4 hours. About the time we were approaching the Vessel Traffic lanes for the approach to the Panama Canal, the winds died back and we motored for a while. Pretty suddenly we went from having the whole horizon to ourselves – to being in a crowded area. There were a couple dozen ocean-going freighters and tankers anchored in between three or four small islands. There were a few pleasure boats, both sail and power, moving around in between them. We saw a ferry and a dredge and a huge workboat that appeared to do work on underwater cables. The radio traffic went from nonexistent to frequent (but professional). We are beginning to feel the culture shock! As we approached our anchorage, we passed a whale playing at the surface. We watched for a while and realized that it was two, but couldn’t figure out if it was a mother/child or coupling behavior. We both heard some whale song through the hull, so these were almost certainly humpbacks. It was an odd juxtaposition to find this natural wildlife display in what seemed to us to be an industrial area!

Whale PlaySo we’ve dropped our anchor, andย we’ll change gears again to get acquainted with a new place. We’re safe and happy; we’re having fun traveling; we’re excited to be getting a new dinghy; does life get any better?

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7-15-2017 – Costa Rica to Panama

Our last week in Costa Rica we spent in Golfo Dulce, the large body of water in the south of the country, between the Osa Peninsula and the mainland to the southeast. We made a circuit, visiting several anchorages in turn. We left the hidey hole of Golfito and traveled north to a corner where an American expat couple established a botanical garden over twenty years ago. Although it’s called Casa Orchideas, they also grow lots of other types of plants, including fruit trees and other trees, landscaping plants like ginger and birds of paradise, medicinal plants, etc. They had a couple of volunteers working for them the week we visited, and we chatted with them about their travels and their volunteering experiences. They told us about seeing snakes in the gardens and enjoying the bounty of the gardens, especially fruits. We came home with a fresh coconut and an armload of mangosteens, a dark globe of sweet, tangy joy. Kathy also got a fruit that we thought smelled like passionfruit but they called a Brazilian guava, which she used to flavor drinking water for a week. The coconut was the beginning of a love affair that we’ve developed. We have since purchased and scavenged coconuts from the beach, and we’ve been learning how to process them into their water, milk, cream, meat and flour. We’re putting coconut milk on breakfast cereal and using the flour in pancakes and sweetbreads. Our latest endeavor was a batch of chocolate ice cream – vegan style.

Casa Orchidea

It turns out that Eduardo is a “flexible vegan”, by which I mean that he prefers to eat in a vegan way, but isn’t rigid with those preferences – and certainly doesn’t impose them on others. Over the last two months while he’s been with us, our diets have drifted in that direction. We are enjoying different foods (like yuca, aka cassava and manioc) and flavor combinations (like avocado with sugar and cinnamon). Dan & Kathy are both intrigued at the idea of continuing along this path, but are not really interested in being card-carrying vegans. We’ll see what the future holds, but for now you can picture us enjoying rice&beans, hummus & homemade tortilla chips, or curried butternut squash on pasta. Our diets seem to change wherever we go and with whoever we invite into our lives, and that’s been one of the unexpected pleasures of taking on crew these last few months.

After visiting Casa Orchideas, we went to the northwestern corner of the gulf, dropped our anchor and headed ashore, hoping we could find a good hike into the hills. It turned out to be less of a coherent town and more like a wide spot in the road – with a surprising amoung of road noise! We walked up the road in search of a shop with produce and found that we had missed the veggie truck by a day. Although we spent an hour or so watching the locals working in their incredibly tiny fishing launches, we decided to move on.

We went south to Puerto Jimenez, the biggest town on the gulf. Although the guidebook said it could be difficult to anchor here because the bottom was uneven, we quickly found a perfectly suitable place. The next morning we went into town to explore and reprovision. We were tickled to find scarlet macaws squawking overhead in the power lines and monkeys frolicking in the trees on the edges of town. We found a nice grocery store and bought enough food to keep us fed for the next few weeks. We were loaded down for the walk back to the dinghy, but made it back to Lungta just moments before a deluge hit. Whew!

Kingfisher on the Pulpit

The next few days were a little crazy because of some timing issues. Our three-month visas were running out in a week, and there was a big swell coming into Pavones that would make for some good surfing for Eduardo. We decided to hop over to Pavones for a couple of days immediately, return to Puerto Jimenez for a day of hiking and then go back to Golfito to check out of the country. (This meant criss-crossing the gulf a couple extra times, not a big deal but a little silly on the map.) When we got to Pavones in the afternoon the swell was indeed large, making for an uncomfortable time on the anchor. By dinnertime we changed our plans again; the swell was just too big, both for surfing and sleeping comfortably. We started the motor and returned to Puerto Jimenez (in the dark).

We had a harder time finding an anchor spot than the first day; each time we thought we had found a good place the bottom came up too quickly. On the third (or fourth?) try, we ran aground. Ugh! It was almost low tide, and the water wouldn’t come up for a few hours. The bottom was soft, so we weren’t worried; it was just inconvenient. So we dropped our anchor and let out a bunch of chain, went to bed and planned to get up at 4am to reposition. When we awoke at 4am we didn’t find the conditions we expected. There was a strong wind which had pushed us off of the shallow spot that we had been stuck on earlier. We were now in deep water, without enough chain to keep us stationary. And we were moving towards a few other boats that were moored, unoccupied and unlighted. We started the motor and tried to raise the anchor, but then things took a turn for the worse. The windlass motor got a gremlin and wouldn’t pull the anchor up, so we spent a couple of hair-raising hours using the motor to avoid hitting the nearby boats but not being able to move far from where the anchor was rubbing along the bottom. Double-ugh! Once dawn arrived we pulled up the anchor manually, by hooking a line onto the chain and winching that line in, 15′ at a time. Eduardo did most of the hauling, Kathy managed the hook, and Dan kept the boat pointing in the right direction so that there was no additional force on the anchor. Then we moved the boat to a new location and tried to lower the anchor. This time the gremlin ran the motor in the wrong direction and wouldn’t stop when we let off the button – even when power was disconnected by removing the fuse! It ended up snapping a metal “key” that connects the motor to the shaft and provides a “weakest” point in the system, thereby preventing damage to other parts that would be even more difficult to replace. Triple-ugh! We quickly rigged up our secondary anchor and dropped it so that the boat was secured. Then we spent the better part of the day disassembling the windlass to replace that key. In the process we found that the roller chain that turns the shaft had broken, perhaps part of the original failure. We had to piece together a new section from spare links. Eventually we got it all back together again and the main anchor deployed before dark. It was a very long day! We never did identify the gremlin, but have a hunch that it might have been related to all of the rain that we had been getting; perhaps some water got into the electrical system and caused a short between the windlass and another device (most likely the bowthruster, which has its own battery bank).

The next day we went back to Golfito so we could decompress a bit and check out of Costa Rica before our visas expired. While we were there, an unusual ship came to town. It is a transporter of other boats. Although they are necessarily “smaller” boats, they are not all “small”; many of them were bigger than Lungta! We dinghied out to see them load a 40′ sailboat, but the process took longer than we were willing to wait. They already had at least 15 boats on deck, and they were preparing a spot to put another one. The cranes were huge, and so were the lines they were preparing! The boat that was being loaded was going to Vancouver, Canada.

A Boatload of Boats

Checking out of the county was a breeze. We had to stop at the Immigration office, the Customs office, and the Port Captain’s office, but everyone knew what they were doing and did it in a competent and friendly manner. (We’d heard some negative stories about checking in and out of Golfito, so were just a little nervous about what our experience would be like.) Before we left on our circuit of the gulf, we had given our friends on Freya some parts to use to repair their autopilot. They were thrilled when it all finally worked; so the next morning Rafa made a Spanish specialty dish for brunch: tortilla de patate. It’s kinda like an omelette with hearty chunks of potato and onion. It’s so nice to have friends! They’re almost ready to cross the Pacific to French Polynesia. We were torn between wanting to join them and wanting them to delay and go with us next year. ๐Ÿ™‚

Very early the next day, Eduardo lowered his surfboard in the water and paddled over to Freya. They all motored down to Pavones for a day of autopilot testing and celebratory surfing. A couple of ย hours later, after the sun and wind had ย come up, we also pulled our anchor and put up our sails. We had a pleasant day’s sail down to Pavones and arrived in the early afternoon. We easily found Freya anchored a couple hundred yards from the surf break, and soon saw Eduardo – and both Marta and Rafa – paddling towards us. It was sad to wave one last goodbye to Freya, but perhaps we will catch up with them in the South Pacific next year. We did, however, manage to keep Eduardo! ๐Ÿ™‚

The three of us sailed overnight, south to the end of a long narrow point and around to the other side – into Panama! We had a rollicking night, with frisky winds and choppy seas. We were all glad to drop anchor in Puerto Armuelles late in the afternoon, and we slept well. The next morning we checked in to Panama. Although the official charges were less than we’d expected – because they have recently allowed cruisers to get a regular (free) tourist visa instead of a special $100 cruising visa – we paid roughly $20 to 4 different officials that we later learned were improperly assessed, essentially charging us overtime service fees during normal business hours. They even wrote us official receipts for these charges. We have encountered very little graft in our travels to date, so our “radar” was not on.

We were hoping that Puerto Armuelles would be a population center where we could find some repair parts, especially a 24V inverter to replace the one that was damaged by lightning back in Quepos. It turned out to be a much smaller town than we’d expected, but many people pointed us to a nearby border town that they said carried many items at great prices. So the next day we caught a bus to Paso Canoas and went to see what we could find. The hour-long bus ride was unremarkable, but it was fun to be on the road for a change. The town was like your usual border town, except ever-so-much-more-so. In addition to the plethora of auto repair shops, barber shops and hole-in-the-wall eateries, there were malls, yes malls, with clothing, furniture, electronics, etc. Many of the stores straddled the border,and with entrances in both countries (and no officials checking paperwork). It seemed an odd arrangement. We looked hard for a 24V inverter, and managed to find one at the very end of the day. Yay! There was a crowd waiting for the same bus as us and there was some impatient jostling to get on, so there was standing room only, but we made it back before dark. It felt like a successful outing!

The weather in Panama seemed immediately distinctly different than that of Costa Rica, even though we were less than 50 miles away. We’ve read that the Osa Peninsula and Golfo Dulce have a climate of their own, and our experience sure seems to support that. Although it’s the rainy season in both places, the amount of rain in Costa Rica is dramatically higher. We were getting significant rain almost every day, and ever since we crossed into Panama we have only had rain for an hour or two at a time, and roughly every few days. There is some lightning during most of these showers, but not much. We had actually gotten happy with being able to capture rain into our water tanks and are now a bit disappointed that we aren’t getting that much any more. Poor Mother Nature, she just can’t please everyone!

We had enough of civilization, and decided to move on to a beautiful spot to play. The Secas Islands were just the ticket! We sailed overnight and dropped anchor first thing in the morning right near a pretty white sand beach. There were palm trees and craggy corners where the waves crashed majestically. We took the dinghy for a short “explore” of the area and were pleased to see lots of coral heads scattered around the white sand bottom. Our view included a land bridge between two small islands which disappeared during high tide. Eduardo was thrilled at the opportunity to bring his new drone ashore and fly it in a remote tropical setting, and got some very nice footage of the anchorage with Lungta and us snorkeling in it. Hopefully he’ll put together a fun video of our time together that we can share here. We spent a couple of idyllic days here, but were starting to feel the end of Eduardo’s time with us approaching so we moved on a little further south (actually, closer to east at this point).

Catching Some Dinner

We pulled into Bahia Honda, which is a fairly large bay with two areas that boaters anchor. One anchorage is near an island with a town of about 150 people, and the other is near the home of a family whose patriarch has been greeting cruisers for many years – you could call it Town & Country. ๐Ÿ™‚ We arrived as evening was descending, and decided to anchor near the town first. Just after we got our anchor down, a panga driven by a surprisingly beautiful young man pulled alongside Lungta. He had a few fruits for sale and we happily purchased a bunch of bananas and a papaya from him. Before that transaction was done a second panga arrived on the other side of Lungta carrying a man, two children and another batch of fruit. We also bought some fruit from this guy and he stuck around for quite a while, chatting and periodically asking for various items that he needed. Before we cut him off, he had asked for some shoes, a hank of line, some gasoline, some AA batteries, children’s clothing, some cookies for the kids and some pencils for their school. During his stay the first guy left and a third panga arrived with a man and woman and two children. Again we bought some fruit and shared some cookies with the kids. This man was the son of Domingo, the patriarch that we had heard about from our guidebook and a few other cruisers. This last couple was curious to see the boat so we showed them around and they stayed to chat another half hour. We learned that almost all of the land surrounding the bay had been bought about a decade ago by a wealthy American. All of the landowners walked away with a fantastic sum of money, tens of thousands of dollars in hand at one time – except for Domingo, who felt his land was more important to him than money. Today it appears that most of that money has been spent. Everyone has a nice panga and a fairly new outboard. All three men had commented on our outboard motor, including asking how much it was worth, which had made us just a little bit uncomfortable, but this helped to explain that behavior. Apparently some people drank away much of their fortune and a few even spent it on drugs for a while. We didn’t see obvious signs of home improvements, but there was almost certainly a building boom in town for a while.

The next morning we visited the island and the town. There wasn’t that much to see. ๐Ÿ™‚ It has a high point, perhaps 200 feet above sea level, which we walked up to, just because we could. There is a school there, but nobody there that Tuesday. We also visited the one store in town to get some veggies; all we came away with was a bag of potatos, a few tomatoes and a root that had an unfamiliar name. We spent the next week laughing about whether it was “yamay”, “maya”, “yuma”, “mama”, etc. (Later we found it again in a grocery store and learned that it’s “รฑame”.) With nothing much to recommend it, we relocated to the spot on the other side of the bay, going around the island the long way to avoid uncharted and potentially shallow ground. As we arrived, Domingo came out in his kayak to greet us, and told us where we could anchor safely. (We had to go back out and around another islet to get to a deeper section with a flatter bottom.) Domingo had purchased a used generator unit which died after just a few hours of run-time. He was hopeful that we could help him figure out what went wrong. We spent 3 or 4 hours altogether (over 3 visits) opening it up, measuring voltages, and installing some spare parts that his friend had suggested might be the culprit, all to no avail. We were sad to disappoint Domingo, who is a very sweet man in his 80’s, with a crooked grin, a ready laugh, and a warm sense of companionship. Later the first afternoon a boat came to visit, and we met Domingo’s daughter Rosalin and her husband and 9-year-old son, both named Edwin. They invited Euardo out fishing in the morning. Although Eduardo didn’t catch any fish that day, he learned a lot about how to spear-fish. They gave us a few lobsters and we enjoyed a magnificent meal. We all went out fishing with them the next two days, with only marginal success, but the personal connection that was formed was much appreciated. We invited them to have dinner with us one night, and Edwin Jr was delighted to have an ice cream cone for dessert.

Rosalin & 2 Edwins

Just as we were returning from our last day’s fishing expedition with them, a fream storm kicked up. The wind howled, the rain came down in a torrent, the main sail somehow came partially unfurled and was banging and clanging in the strong gusts. At some point we realized that we were not exactly stationary, our anchor was dragging slowly but surely towards the far shore. We started up the motor and kept the boat in place for 15 minutes or so until the storm blew itself out. Whew! Rosalin said that she’d never seen anything like that before, and we learned later that Domingo’s corn had been flattened. We spent a few days here getting a couple of boat projects done (some more sail repairs and a new attempt to address the long-standing issue with our cuffs on the mizzen mast slipping down as the mast has shrunk over time), and then prepared to move on. It was hard to say goodbye to this sweet family, since it’s unlikely we’ll ever hear from them again. As we were pulling away, Edwin and Rosalin drove up in their boat to wave goodbye – and ask for a roll of toilet paper! What a different cultural norm than we are used to!

From Bahia Honda we made a short hop to the island of Santa Catalina. Eduardo was happy to visit another famous site, one where his father had actually visited many years ago (and broke a surfboard in two)! We tucked inside the island and found a nice place to settle in for a few days. There was already another sailboat there, but it appeared to be unoccupied. We dinghied out to give Eduardo a look at the site and figure out which break was likely to be the right one. It appeared that the most likely candidate was more than half a mile away. The swell was quite large, exciting but also a little intimidating. There was no one surfing, which was a bit surprising. The next morning we returned and eventually saw some surfers, so we dropped him off and went back a few hours later to pick him (and his happy smile) up. The swell for the rest of the forecast period was too big for his comfort level, so we only stayed a couple of days. One afternoon there was another freak wind-storm, similar to the one that we’d experienced in Bahia Honda. Again our anchor dragged under the forces of the sudden winds and we ran the motor to keep the boat in place until the storm blew over. This time there was so much rain that we couldn’t see the island for reference, and we were in a somewhat narrow channel so we didn’t have a lot of latitude. We felt for a moment as if we were driving blind, but quickly realized that our radar and compass told us all we needed to know. We ended up less than a quarter mile from where we began, but the nearby boat ended up in the channel more than half a mile from his original location. We were considering what we could do for him, but an hour or so later a panga with 3 men came out and towed the boat back to its spot. It was good to know that the owner had someone looking after the boat while he/they were away.

Santa Catalina Weather

Later that afternoon we visited the nearby beach on the little island andย came away with 8 fresh coconuts that had fallen. We tried several techniques to remove the husks and eventually got them all down to the hard shell. We’ve been enjoying those coconuts for a couple of weeks now, opening one or two at a time, draining the sweet water and cutting out the meat. Often we blend a handful of the meat together with about the same amount of water, producing coconut milk that is good in most places that we had been using dairy milk before. We even made a batch of chocolate coconut ice cream, although admittedly we need to tweak the recipe a bit; although it’s quite tasty, the texture is not as creamy as we had hoped for. This is exciting, though, because it means that we can continue to enjoy (homemade) ice cream next year when we are in the islands of the South Pacific far from any dairies. (We’re spending more of our time anticipating that trip!)

Removing Husks

... is Hard Work

Our next stop came in a few hops, the first just 8 miles away. We’ve arrived in the Gulf of Montijo, which is a big body of water to the west of the last big peninsula before the Gulf of Panama. We stopped one night just inside the gulf, and motored the next day further “up-stream”. There was a strong current coming out, so we motored most of the way. We were just about a mile short of where we were headed when we hit a rock, hard, and came to a sudden, lurching stop. Ouch! Our chart showed us in 50 feet of water, but our depth sounder showed us in 9. There was a “reported” rock .15 miles away from where we sat unable to move – which was from 1953, long before the accuracy of GPS was available. It was scary as we checked all around the boat for water coming in, but fortunately found nothing. Also fortunate was that we were at nearly the lowest point in the tide for the month. In almost no time, we began to bob around (which made painful crunching, scratching sounds on the hull below). Within an hour we were floated up a few inches and were able to back up off the rocks and limp with our tail between our legs to the anchorage where we stopped for the night. It was still early in the afternoon, and we had time to pull out our dive gear and the snuba compressor so that we could jump in and inspect the damage to the hull. It isn’t pretty, and a fiberglass or wooden boat would probably have been ruined, but Lungta’s strong cement hull has once again come through wonderfully. There are many feet of scratched off paint – our newly applied bottom paint ๐Ÿ™ – and perhaps 25 feet of the outer edge of the keel has scraped off cement as much as an inch deep and two inches wide. We may end up hauling out again in the Panama City area if we can find a place that can accomodate us (although a previous search when we were in Costa Rica didn’t look very promising). For now we are safe and dry. But we will have to continue cleaning the bottom more frequently because the damaged areas will be interesting to the critters who like to attach themselves to boat bottoms. The next day we again motored up-river as far as we thought we could go without bumping the (sandy) bottom. We’ve been anchored here for the last couple of weeks.

Bahia de Montijo


Subsistence Fishing

We’ve made a few excursions into the mangroves and the nearby town, but since this posting is getting long, I’ll wait until next time to tell you about this area. We expect to be here a while. This last month was exceptionally full of more extreme events, and I report them here because they’re part of the fabric of our lives. Rest assured that we are happy and healthy, and that the good things far outweigh the bad for us. I hope that each of you feels the same about your life – and if not, then it’s time to think about making some changes! ๐Ÿ™‚

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6-20-2017 – Golfito, Costa Rica

We ended our last posting from Quepos, Costa Rica, losing hope that we would be able to haul Lungta out for a long-overdue repaint, because we couldn’t find an insurance company that would write us a short-term liability only policy. As it turned out, a proactive woman at the marina was able to find an agent at the national insurance company who could do it. Although we had already talked with an agent at that company who told us it wouldn’t be possible if we only had a temporary permit for using the boat in the country, somehow that hurdle was not a problem for the new agent. Unfortunately it was quite an expensive policy; we were quoted $550 for one month. After gritting our teeth, we accepted – and then they raised the rate to $850. Ouch! But we did a little research into other options further south and coudn’t find anything significantly cheaper (and would run into the same issue with finding insurance if the boatyard required coverage). So once again we gritted our teeth and agreed.

The Marina Pez Vela in Quepos is a real class act! Their boatyard is only a couple of years old and all of their equipment is virtually new. All of the employees we met were conscientious and knew what they were doing. It was a real pleasure to haul out there. Although it was roughly twice the cost that we had previously paid for a haulout, it was a pleasant surprise to find that they did not under-quote and then pile on additional charges at the end. Our bill was just slightly LESS than we expected.

We spent 10 days with five of us (including our crew Justin, Leigh Anna & Eduardo) working diligently on the boat. The marina would not allow us to spend the night on the boat, so we stayed in the Wide Mouth Frog Hostel in town, a ten minute walk away. Although it added expense to the overall project, it also gave us a clear ending time each day, time for a dip in their swimming pool and a warm shower before dinner out. This was the first time since leaving Portland 6 years ago that Dan and Kathy had help with a haulout, and we could certainly get used to it! The boatyard pressureโ€“washed most of the sea life that had accumulated on the hull, but there was still a lot of sanding required before it was ready to be painted. The first four days were mostly spent sanding. The remainder of our time there was spent on applying two coats of primer and three coats of paint, after which we had the marina reposition the boat on the supports so that we could sand and paint the sections that were initially covered up by the stands. In between coats of paint we squeezed in a few other projects. We installed a new transducer for our depth sounder, using the same hole in the hull as the previous one – although we did have to enlarge it, which is not a trivial task in a boat made of cement! We also put in a new hole (and installed a thru-hull fitting and ball-valve to close it off) for future use by a foot-pump that will provide seawater to the kitchen sink for washing dishes. It may reduce our total water consumption by as much as 25-30% once we complete that project! As we always seem to say after a haulout, it was a lot of work but we’re very glad we’ve done it! Many thanks to our three hard-working crew!

Bunny Suits!


Painting the Hull

Removing the Masking Tape

Lungta & Her Team

We went back into the water on a Friday evening, topped off our fuel tanks and drove around the corner to a guest dock where we could leave the boat for an hour while we visited the weekend produce market. We dawdled a little longer than we should have, and it was nearly dark when we motored out of the marina and back to the anchorage a couple of miles away. By the time we got there we had to anchor in the dark. Although we had spent plenty of time in this anchorage before, none of us could remember exactly where the clusters of rocks were and they weren’t all shown on our charts. Can you tell where this is going? ๐Ÿ™ We all were happy to be sleeping back on the water again, and to be heading back out to play in and on the water! In the early morning some of us were sitting in the pilothouse before breakfast when we heard a disturbing sound – our newly painted keel bumped against some submerged rocks, crunching a few times as we spun around on the anchor chain. Ouch! We quickly started the engine and relocated 100 yards away. Later we dove to inspect the hull and found three or four small patches with the paint and a bit of cement chipped away. Our anguish was similar to someone driving a new car off the lot and getting a ding in the door during a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home! Of course, it would have been a much more serious event if Lungta was made of fiberglass.

We spent a day putting the boat back in order and relaxing, and the next day we headed south again. Since none of our crew had done an overnight passage before, they were anxious to see what it was like. It was a relatively uneventful passage, but the two of us split the night’s shifts pretty much like usual, while our crew faded away late in the night.

We stopped at an anchorage about 50 miles away, on the northern corner of the Osa Peninsula. Drake Bay is one of the places that caters to tourists interested in hiking in the Corcovado National Park or diving at nearby Isla del Caรฑo. But when we asked around the town, we learned that the entrance fees were significant; the parks are not really set up for self-guided access. We didn’t want to pay hundreds of dollars for a guide, so we settled on a hike along the coastline towards the park entrance but not that far. We enjoyed several close sightings of small monkey troops and spent a bit of time snorkeling at a pretty beach (along with a few tourists that came in on tour boats). We also spent a couple of hours exploring a river estuary by dinghy. We’ve done this sort of thing several times in Mexico and El Salvador, but this is the first one we’ve done in a jungle rather than a mangrove forest. The jungle of this region is lush and nearly pristine! We turned around when we got to a section of rapids that a small group of tourists had just tubed down.

San Josecito Beach

Capuchin Monkeys


Justin and Leigh Anna had plane tickets back to Texas in two weeks, though, so they were interested in moving further south and seeing a few more places. We did another overnight passage to Pavones, a surfing spot on the mainland just beyond the peninsula. This time all of our crew took a turn at doing a night shift. It’s not unusual for the wind to die down at night on a coastal passage like this, and when it does the sails often “flog” back and forth when the boat rolls in the swell. It can be hard on the rigging, and we had some damage on both Leigh Anna and Justin’s shifts. The first was “just” a line that chafed through and was fairly easily replaced. (The attachment point for the blocks holding the sheet to the end of the boom for one of the staysails had broken earlier and we had temporarily rigged it with a line, but it needed tweaking.) However the second failure was much more significant; as Justin summarized it when he came to our room to get some help, “the mizzen sail is in the water, but the mast is still up”. Yikes! It took a few moments to figure out what had happened, but the roller furling system had parted and the top of the sail fell into the water while the bottom stayed attached in place. The four of us spent somewhere around 30 minutes tugging the assembly back onto the boat and securing it for more attention in the morning. We spent the rest of the passage without our aft-most sail, causing steering to be a bit more difficult. Eduardo slept in the fore-most cabin, and heard none of the excitement. He was quite surprised when he came up for his shift later in the night to learn of the problems. Fortunately his shift was uneventful!

We stopped in Pavones because there’s a world-class wave there that Eduardo and Justin were both enthusiastic about spending some time surfing on – and a larger than usual swell was coming through for a couple of days. We anchored in the rolly anchorage near town and took the dinghy ashore to find some surfboards to rent. We explored the small town and managed to find a couple of longboards that suited us. Eduardo already had his own shortboard with him. The next morning Eduardo hopped out of bed just as the sun rose and paddled out to the waves for a surf session that made him dance. After he rested for a couple of hours, he went out again with Justin, Kathy & Dan to give us pointers (Justin) and instruction (Kathy & Dan). It was a fun session – but we have a lot to learn. ๐Ÿ™‚ Kathy managed to stand up on a moving surfboard for perhaps more than a second – perhaps. We’ll give it another try soon! Eduardo and Justin went back out the next morning, but the peak of the big swell had passed and left somewhat unsettled seas behind. We turned in our rental boards and moved on to Golfito, where Leigh Anna and Justin could catch a bus to the capital city and its airport for their trip back to the States. It’s been fun having them with us as we learn how to live in a larger community. They brought aboard a different set of interests and perspectives, knowledge and abilities. They made the place lively with their enthusiastic love of the water, from playing in Ziji the sailing dinghy, to jumping off of the big boat, movies and TV programs on demand from Justin’s hard drive, Leigh Anna’s cooking and her new ukelele (which was enjoyed by more than just her). The place will feel a bit empty for a while without them around.

Golfito is a bay within a gulf, offering super-flat water that is really useful for getting boat projects done. The town is strung out for perhaps three miles along the shore with jungle-clad hills just behind. We took a short hike with Leigh Anna & Justin before they took off, and another longer one after we finished our major projects. The jungle is beautiful and full of birds and butterflies. This area seems to have lots of scarlet macaws, which are frequently heard screeching as they fly in pairs overhead. We saw a pair of toucans on the second hike, sitting high in a tree and repeatedly making a clear-toned high-pitched call. Although monkeys are not unusual to find once you get slightly away from the town, they are still a novelty for us.

Golfito Vista

Toucans in Profile

In addition to the shoreline (dotted with 4 small marinas and a fancy new one) and the jungle, the town’s main attraction seems to be a duty-free mall – which we spent the better part of a day in. It’s a little confusing navigating this place because of the complicated rules established in order to retain the duty-free status. Each individual has a certain limit that they can purchase per day (or per week?). You have to register before purchasing anything, but the day we went we didn’t happen to have our passports with us. However it turns out there are plenty of people willing to “sell” their quota just waiting for the opportunity. So the process was to “pre-pay” for the item and then come back later with the person whose quota it was to be applied towards. After all the purchases are picked up, there’s one final check-out station where they make sure that the quota hasn’t been overspent. We were hoping to find an inverter to replace the one that we use for our daily household devices (as opposed to the “big” one that also can handle cooking, vacuuming, and power tools); this “small” inverter was damaged by a lightning strike one night while we were in the boatyard in Quepos. Unfortunately we couldn’t find a 24V inverter, only 12V ones. We didn’t come away empty-handed, though; we found a 4-slice toaster and a big 14″ pan with a cover, both of which will prove very useful in our larger household.

We managed to repair our mizzen sail and rebuild the furling system, replace an injector which had been leaking exhaust whenever we ran our main engine and replace a damaged battery in our main bank: three major projects that were seriously impacting our capabiliity. Our power situation had been pretty challenged for the last couple of weeks, because we had temporarily taken one of the three battery banks out of service when the one battery died. We had been running the generator 2 or 3 times each day for several hours to compensate and to make sure that the fridge and freezer had enough juice to keep running. In addition to the bad battery our power system has been struggling under an as-yet not understood issue with the solar panels not producing as much power as expected and a small component in the charging system that was damaged in the same lightning strike that took out our inverter (this component measures the current going in and out, helping us manage the power, but doesn’t affect the actual charging of the batteries). We’ll get it straightened out, but don’t know when; it’s part of the fabric of our lives. And of course there’s the old saw, “cruising is doing boat repairs in exotic places”!

A couple of days after we arrived in Golfito, we heard a familiar voice paging us on the radio. Our friends on Georgia B had ended up in Golfito rather than Panama. Elizabeth had to go back to Chile quickly and John had stayed back to secure the boat so it could be left unattended for six months. We got together a couple of times before moving on again. We also met a wonderful couple on a boat called Freya. Marta and Rafa first stopped by to see if we could help them with programming their new auto-pilot. We were not able to be of much help there, but we did have a nice conversation and enjoyed several enjoyable hours together over the next few days. (In fact, we’re having dinner with them again tonight!)

This is the wet season for Central America, and they say that the Osa Peninsula’s two seasons are “wet” and “wetter”. Well apparently this “wetter” season is even wetter than most! We have had strong rain most days in the last month, and some of them have been real torrents. Every day is different, and we can’t tell in the morning what the afternoon will be like; the clouds roll in quickly and a clear morning can turn into a downpour with just a few minutes warning. We’ve rigged a water-collection setup on the awning over our back deck and have been putting some of it in our tanks, relieving some of the pressure on our watermaker. We’re scheming up an even better setup for our mid-ship deck. It should provide almost twice the water and also be less troubled by wind. Our to-do list will never run short! ๐Ÿ™‚

So life has been full of friends, exploration and repairs; just another month in our lives. ๐Ÿ™‚

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