Monday, January 30, 2012

Luperon, Dominican Republic


Luperon, Dominican Republic
01/30/12
19 54.00 N 70 57.00 W

We left the Abraham's Bay, on the island of Mayaguana, Bahamas early on the Saturday Jan 28th and crossed our fingers for a reasonable wind direction once we got out from the lee of the island - 6 hours away - as we had already tried to make this passage a few days earlier and had to turn back because of strong winds on the nose. We were hedging our bets this time by crossing our legs, fingers and eyes !!


The Dominican Republic covers an area of 18,703 square miles and occupies the eastern portion of Hispaniola – the second largest island of the Antilles.  It shares the island with Haiti – the two neighbours have very little in common.  The DR has approximately 8 million people, Haiti (the poorest country in the hemisphere)  in their third of the island has 8 million.  The two countries have a bitter rivalry.   The DR has the most rugged and complicated terrain on any of the Caribbean Islands.  It has 4 major mountain chains enclosing three large valleys running roughly east-west.  The Principal mountain system, the Cordillera Central runs across the middle of the country from northern Haiti almost to Santo Domingo.  It has more than 20 mountains with heights greater than 6,500 ft.  Haiti allowed their forests to be cut down leaving barren poor soil, the DR protected its forests partly by selling propane (gas) at very low prices.


The seas were rough, square waves beginning at around 5ft then gradually rising to 8ft, the main concern was these horrible waves were seconds apart - as we were careening down one side of a wave the second was bashing into the bow of the boat which disappeared into the deep sea, salt water raced along the deck bouncing off the dodger while the bow slowly made its way back to the surface before diving yet again.  I can't describe the noises as White Rose groaned and creaked - I couldn't stay below when it was my time to nap because the noise was too loud and scary - the boat felt airborne at times and I held my breath waiting for the inevitable crash - sometimes it would come, other times we would slide down the wave and up the next without pounding - I forgot to mention that most of this was in the black of night so we could not see what was happening around us nor prepare for the next wave - just simply hang on.  I probably don't need to mention that Don was stupid  (or hungry) enough to brave the galley and heat up a stew I had already prepared - if it had been up to me it would have been crackers or corn chips.

We had to slow down during the night as we did not want to enter the Dominican Republic harbour of Luperon in the dark, we did enter around 7am on Monday Jan 30th and were horrified to see masts and boats everywhere - it appeared crowded from our position.  We were greeted by Papo, the unofficial welcome party to Luperon and guide extraordinaire - in fact Papo has a finger in every pie and offers services far and wide, he motioned for us to follow him in his skiff and we were guided through the shallows and in between the anchored boats to the front of the lot - I usually prefer the rear end - away from other boats.  Papo obviously knew of an opening where we would fit - we dropped anchor and soon found out that our windlass was not working - oh well it was reportedly good holding in soft mud here so no problems - right !!!  the wind came up almost before our anchor was down and blew around 20 knots in the protected hurricane hole  - our anchor dragged and we had a fun time with Don steering White Rose on limited scope trying not the hit the other boats as we are all crowded in a very tight anchorage - he did an amazing job - we did not hit anyone.  I pulled the anchor up by hand (not quite as macho as it sounds as Don would bring the boat forward to take the tension off the chain) once up we went back to our original spot and tried to re-anchor - if everyone else was holding tight so surely we can - we never drag !!!!  As Murphy is still aboard it goes without saying that we did drag again - a young very handsome (drop dead gorgeous) looking young fella came across in his dinghy, climbed aboard and took the muddy chain out of my hands and began pulling - I am not sure if it was to help protect his catamaran which just happened to be the closest boat to us or to help boaters in distress - anyway I was between his legs feeding the chain into the chain lock via the windlass to ensure it would not get away from us - I was too busy and worried to be embarrassed that my loose top was now floating down around my belly button.  The young man (and for a lady of my era that means he is in his 20's) did not speak English and my Spanish is extremely limited but we worked well together with smiles and hand signals.  After the failed second attempt and retrieving the anchor yet again our young man left us with lots of "muchos gracias" from us.  We moved closer to the entrance much to the delight of the boats Don had miraculously avoided,  the water was not so muddy and we were hoping for a higher sand content.  Don dropped anchor yet again - so sure were we of success this time (the fact that we anchored behind a huge heavy looking steel boat who was holding tight gave us hope) that the Captain let out 150 feet of chain - I was horrified as I had just pulled up 100 feet twice (with help) and was quickly losing strength, anyway we dragged yet again - the owner of the steel boat came across and told us that the bottom had at least 2ft of very loose sticky mud that will not hold an anchor and what you have to do is gently place your anchor, lay out twice as much scope as usual and let it sit for 2 days to sink down to the more solid mud then retrieve chain until you are happy with your position and the amount out - that was impossible in the winds unless someone wanted to stay at the helm with the motor running slowly keeping the boat into the wind so no pressure was put on the anchor - we pulled anchor yet again and went to the outer bay at the entrance where we anchored in sand and have not moved since - we are the only boat out here, it is lovely, quiet, a little roll now and then but certainly not unpleasant - a long dinghy trip into the dock but that's ok.  Don fixed the windlass within a few hours of anchoring - a wire inside a locker had been rubbing and worn through - of course he found that after hours of pulling cabins, lockers and the windlass apart - are you all sure you don't want to take Murphy off our hands just for a short while - I promise we will accept him back with loving arms when you are tired of him :-)

All the information I have on this part of the world says the climate is "near perfect year round" I wonder where they get their information from, since we arrived we have found the weather consistent - very calm early morning until around 10am then torrential rain for many hours then gusty strong winds for the afternoon.  We did all the clearance formalities and a quick walk around town - it reminded me of Mexico and Central American countries with the obvious poverty but happy smiling generous people.  The main road is paved and there are footpaths but motor cycles parked on the footpaths which means we have to walk on the roads - plastic bottles, cans and papers are strewn everywhere, the dogs are the saddest - extremely skinny, mostly females that show signs of recent litters, and many with rear joint problems most likely distemper - so sad.  Their pitiful eyes begging for help, without expectation.

We met a lady named Kat who has owned her own 44ft sail boat and been sailing for 30 years - she and more recent husband have purchased a property here on the waterfront and hope to turn it into a small marina - we have found similar stories in Central America - actually almost everywhere we have visited in the less affluent countries.  Visitors choose to live in these countries because their dollar goes further - they simply cannot afford to live at home in the same comfort.  So many American citizens come to these countries to make use of their inexpensive medical/dental treatments - so sad that citizens of a country cannot afford decent medical at home - as a foreigner I wanted to visit a doctor whilst in Portsmouth, the first 3 doctors surgery's I phoned refused to see me at all as I did not have insurance - I explained that I was prepared to pay fees up front but no they were not having any part of me - I was advised to go to a large clinic where I could see one of the residents (not a full doctor) for $65 for 6 minutes - even to give some history meant double that time - then if my medical complaint was too difficult for the resident I would be referred to a "real" doctor who charges more again - I knew that is where I was heading as in the real world of litigation for medical negligence no junior doctor would take on my case.  Blood tests etc. were in the hundreds - prescriptions extremely expensive also - no wonder their citizens take advantage of the poorer countries.  Needless to say I treated myself.

We really enjoyed our anchorage - not far from the maddening crowd but we have our own beach and peace and quiet - that was until the Commandante arrived and insisted that we anchor in the inner harbour with the other boats - he claims the outer anchorage is only a staging area for boats departing and is not safe - what a lot of bull !!  The anchorage is clearly marked on all charts and if we are going to depart you would not pull anchor and move a few hundred yards just to re-anchor before you left - anyway we had no choice but to abide with his request - he insisted on taking our original boat registration documentation to ensure we complied - that will teach us for not giving him a sizable "gift" on our arrival !!  We did try to explain our problems with dragging anchor, a yacht on one of Papo's moorings dragged two days ago and ended up in the fishing fleet area - this area is a tiny piece of dilapidated dock with rusty half sunk boats with dirty laundry hanging around - anyway the Commandante tried to fine the errant yacht $1,500 for dragging - Don explained that to the Commandante and that we did not want to hit other boats but he just smiled and insisted.

We moved the following morning and our anchor held tight - one other boat that came in the same time as us dragged 3 times before they got a hold so we didn't feel so bad after that.  There are many different anchors on the market and some are good for sand, some mud- ours is not good in mud.

We had a visit today from an Australian couple on a boat here in the harbour.  It was great to hear the accent and talk about familiar places.  Jodie from "Blue Pelican" told me about the wonderful dentist she had found in the town - the lady speaks English and is "no nonsense" - she rarely takes X-rays as she usually can tell by the state of the original filling whether it needs replacing - Jodie had 5 fillings with white amalgam and it cost her less than $100 - no wonder people come to these countries for their health requirements - and yes she did get a numbing injection.  Jodie said the entire procedure was completed in an hour or so and the injection wore off quickly without the swollen face and spastic speech for hours afterwards - she was very happy.  I am going to try this dentist - I do have the normal fear of dentists - I wonder why most people are so reluctant to visit a dentist - I can remember fillings when I was young, they were made without any anaesthetic - I was required to put my hand up when it all became too painful - my hand would go up very quickly and stay up the entire procedure with thrusting for emphasis - naturally no notice was taken of my distress.

We are quickly becoming a member of the community - there is some activity going on every night - movies, card games, sports games on a big screen, dinners etc. - Don and I haven't been to any yet as I am such a boring person after 5pm ie. ready for bed !!  It takes a supreme effort to get me out and about at night.  There are two places I really want to visit before we leave - one is a series of 27 waterfalls close by - you are guided up the falls to either 7, 12 or 25 falls then jump, slide or bungy down - Jodie and husband went a few days ago and said it was amazing - they launched themselves off cliffs like lemmings - they did 12 falls which takes about 1 hour to climb up and 2 hours to come down.  Jodie and Steve were quite cold by the end - those that did all 25 falls were freezing so maybe we will do the 12.  We would also like to visit Puerta Plata which again is nearby - there is a very old Forte and a cable car ride up a mountain with spectacular views - also the place to re-provision the boat.

After checking the weather files and listening to our "weather guru" on the HF SSB radio we decided that the approaching "weather window" to make a dash for Puerto Rico could not be passed up - the Mona Passage runs between the islands of Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico and is notorious for bad seas - it was reportedly going to be a "mill pond" for several days - the first reasonable crossing since before Christmas.  We booked a trip to the waterfalls for the next day and prepared to leave Luperon the day after - no dentist for me (I think I am relieved).

The waterfalls were great fun - the taxi was a beat up old van - the back door did not close and allowed fumes to permeate throughout the cab - the middle seat was not bolted down and jumped up and down with each bump in the road as did the windows which did not close - rust and bubble gum held the sides together - I don't want to know what was the original cause of the stains on the rotten fabric on the seats.  When we arrived at the falls we were given a life jacket and helmet - these are reasonably new safety precautions after a few deaths by drowning.  We walked for 20 mins Dominican time (equivalent to 1.5hrs USA time) then entered the water - the rest was all smiles and laughs - we jumped off ledges 35ft high into clear mountain water, launched ourselves down narrow rock "water slides", got bumped and bashed and loved every minute - it was so nice to be in clean fresh water after Luperon - Bob even brought a cake of soap with him and offered to hire it out :-).

The passage from the Bahamas to the Virgin Islands is called "The Thorny Path" as boats have to bash their way into the easterly trade winds that blow consistently at 25 knots - very difficult and uncomfortable - most boaters follow Bruce Van Sant's "bible" ("The Gentleman's Guide to Passages South or the Thornless Path”).  Bruce gives details on passages taken at night when the trades are less and hiding during the day when they pick back up - the stops are few and far between along this coast.  Five boats were ready to leave that night but the Commandate would not allow anyone to leave after 5pm (too early as the trades were still blowing a gale outside the entrance) nor before 6am.  To ensure no one left during the night (he claims it is too dangerous because of Haitian pirates and fishing nets across the harbour entrance) the Comandante refused to issue the "despachio" until the morning - after he had inspected the 5 boats (ours being the last) we finally left at 8.30am - a far cry from 6am to avoid the trades.  We made our way along the coast, sail/motoring most nights and resting during the day.  We crossed the Mona Passage and the "mill pond" was correct - totally unbelievable for this area, how lucky were we !!!!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Mayaguana


Mayaguana
1/22/12
22 21.50 N 72 59.27 W

Our sail to Mayaguana was an overnighter, we had originally planned to head to a closer island, Crooked Island, but were not going to make that during daylight hours and it could be a huge mistake going into these anchorages in the dark - they are extremely shallow and any coral heads could make a mess of the bottom of a fibreglass boat.  Because of the time factor and we were making good easting we decided to keep going to the next island on our way to Dominican Republic.  We arrived the next afternoon, the entrance to the bay was narrow and once through we had a few miles to run inside the reef and tuck up at the end.

The dilemnas of being at the helm !

It is my turn to steer - normally we would punch way points into our auto pilot and make him do all the work for us while we sit back and relax - maybe read a book or have a snooze but at the moment we are crawling into the infamously shallow Bahamian bays dotted with coral heads and fringed with reefs.

Don is on deck alternating from climbing up the rat lines to enable a good view of the path White Rose will take to balancing up forward and staring out to sea - he is looking for anything dark and ominous which could be a coral head - it could also be harmless sea grass and it does not become obvious until we are very close.  With only a few feet under our keel we crawl along the sea bed swinging port then starboard to avoid any suspect looking areas.
Don yells "port" and knowing that means a suspect area is very close I do a wild mad swing to the left then straighten almost immediately as White Rose takes up a few metres off to port then back on our heading - now comes the yell "starboard" and I immediately groan and begin pulling the wheel in the opposite direction - this goes on for over an hour.  By the time Don comes back into the cockpit my arms are aching and very heavy - my legs have seized into a ram rod position either side of the steering wheel keeping me upright and in position, my eyes are tired from staring out the window looking for any dark spots Don may have missed alternately checking our speed, depth (which is scary), course heading and engine dials - my head is continually turning like the clowns at the fair with the open mouths waiting for a ball to be inserted.

I just want to drop the anchor - who cares if we actually hit the way point that Don has decided is the best place for us to anchor - who cares if we are 50 ft short of that designated 2ft square spot - I just want to rest my arms.
Once the anchor is down and all is quiet Don gives me that cute sheepish look and with a conscience that needs redeeming admits that most of the coral heads he had me going around were actually large stingrays who swam away once we were close to them.  Next time he gets to do the steering and I get to call the shots.


We intended to stay a few nights in Mayaguana while waiting for a weather window to continue to Turks and Caicos -

I digress - Sunday was Don's birthday and it was the day we sailed all day and all night - ie no birthday for him so I made an executive decision that we would simply postpone his birthday for a day.  I got up early and cooked Don an "American" breakfast - eggs, bacon, pancakes, juice and coffee whilst he listened to Chris Parker's normal sked on the HF radio -   I was horrified when I heard Chris Parker (our weather guru) state that today, Monday and the next two days would be a good time to head for the  Dominican Republic - I wasn't ready and needed to get over the last overnighter but I gathered my strength and prepared the boat to sail off into the sunrise yet again.  If we had not left at that time we would have been waiting for at least a week for another chance to make that passage.  I can advise all sailors not to go to sea with a tummy full of bacon, eggs and pancakes !!!

We sailed the bumpy seas with a good wind and making a reasonable course when the wind just simply decided to go south east - the only direction we did not want.  After trying to make headway for an hour or two we gave up, turned around and headed back to Mayaguana and will try again tomorrow morning.   We have decided to put Don's birthday off for yet another day - he thinks it is a good idea to put it off until next year !!!

Friday, January 20, 2012

Rum Cay


Rum Cay
1/20/12
23 38.74 N 74 50.91 W

We stayed at Rum Cay for two nights - because of its remoteness snorkelling and fishing are reportedly the "best in the Bahamas" I wish I had one dollar for every island that makes that claim !!  We did go snorkelling and it was the best we have seen so far but a far cry from what we would call "good snorkelling" but we have been spoilt.  We did see some plate size fish in the rocks that just looked at me as if they knew I was not a danger to them - surely our reputation as hopeless fisher people has not reached the fish - this fellow certainly knew.  We would have like to stay longer on this island but the anchorage has a definite swell that makes it rather uncomfortable.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Georgetown


Georgetown
1/19/12
23 30.60 N 75 45.65 W

I was very sad after Richard and Tuula left - it seems we say goodbye more often than we say hello.  We left the marina the following day and intended to sail to Georgetown to hang out for a while - we had to go so far off course to keep wind in our sails that we thought we might as well head toward Rum Cay which was to be the following stop on our way to the Dominican Republic. We anchored in Calabash Bay on the northern tip of Long Island, this really marks the end of the Exumas chain.

My bread has just come out of the oven and Don is questioning why it doesn't look like the bread you purchase in the shops- ie flat on top so it makes square slices whereas mine has a risen top like a high top.  Hummm - how anal is that - he is suggesting different ways to make mine look more like the shop variety - I am ignoring him.  I hope he is trying to be funny, he appears serious - he may not get to taste my beautiful looking bread !!!






Rum Cay is a tiny island well off to the North from the normal run of islands the cruisers visit.  It was a bustling busy place when the salt mines were operating, those failed when a hurricane destroyed all the salt pans, then pineapples were farmed.  Those also failed and the island went from 5000 residents to the current 60.   We are anchored in the bay and went ashore for a look around.  The marina is a sad affair - it is tiny and consists of a cut from the coral of approximately 50 metres wide with a wooden plank sidewalk along one side with a few small platforms jutting out for yachties to alight from the boats to the planking.  All this comes at various angles and some you walk on at your own peril - Irene wreaked havoc on this marina.  The Marina has been sold and the new owners are going to strip it back and rebuild - it appears a very safe calm place to leave your boat if you don't need infrastructure or entertainment.  You can get a meal at two local restaurants but it is advisable to give the restaurants/cafes/private homes as much notice as possible.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Galliot Cut


Galliot Cut
1/7/12
23 55.41 N 76 17.47 W

Our next anchorage was just next to Galliot Cut, the waiting room to transit the cut out into the Exuma Sound - I was not looking forward to that as it means larger swells, exposed anchorages few and far between.  Several boats are in a straight line all waiting until tide, current and wind allow us to go through the cut, our destination Georgetown can only be entered from the ocean side.  At first light all the boats began moving - each taking their turn to get through the cut - we were the last and it was rough - steep waves against current.  We sailed for 5 hours and made it to the marina at Emeral Bay just to the north of Georgetown within hours of Richard and Tuula arriving at their Condo.


The Emerald Bay Marina was wonderful - by far the nicest marina we have visited to date - the marina is attached to Sandals Resort - a very expensive resort - and has the decorum and fittings to suit - beautifully appointed with a lounge/computer area, a bar that is not operating but for our use, bathrooms are clean and well appointed with every cream and soap you could require - even shave cream and mouth wash !!!  Richard and Tuula have the use of an electric golf cart to run around in, their son, Marcus, has taken over the keys and is now our official chauffeur.  The food store just up the road has a great selection and the marina will take you in their buggy - wonderful service.

We had such a wonderful time with our visitors - it was so good to hear what is happening at home and to hear the Aussie accent.  Their two children, Marcus and Emma, were funny, amusing and a delight to have around.  We took the family sailing to a nearby bay and swam and snorkelled for the day - it was lots of fun and no one became sea sick !!!  We have seen very little sea life or bird life in the Bahamas - the snorkelling has been poor, I have sighted two birds whilst sailing and 3 dolphins - so sad.

We left the marina, sailed to Georgetown and anchored off the town - we went to dinner with Richard and Tuula then realising the forecast high winds were going to last longer than expected we sailed back to the marina - our sad little dinghy doesn't cope well with rough seas so would not have been able to get off the boat once the winds settled in and our friends were still here for another 4 days and the marina is sooo nice !!!!

Georgetown is a funky little town - much smaller than I had thought.  A Government building - which is by far the most impressive on all the islands, a grocery store and a few smaller touristy shops. Richard took us to a local spot where there are many little shacks selling Bahamian food - it was wonderful and very entertaining - finally had conch that was edible - in fact it was very good.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Big Majors


Big Majors
1/1/12
24 11.01 N 76 27.60 W




The places I really wanted to see were Sampson Cay, Big Majors and Staniel Cay - all very close together.   Another front was due and we needed a protected anchorage to hide in - we anchored in Big Majors and although not particularly protected it was known to have good hold so we felt it was the best in the surrounding area - the front was due to hit the following day so we spent a day in the dinghy checking out the bay and the swimming pigs - yes - they really do swim out to your dinghy expecting to be fed for their trouble.  We managed to beach our dinghy and were disappointed to find no pigs - I walked along the beach with my camera in a zip lock bag - after some time the pigs arrived and presumed the crackling of the zip lock bag was food and chased me down the beach - now these pigs are enormous and have teeth - I tried to be brave and backed away slowly whilst yelling at Don to "do something" - which he did - he backed away also !!!  He was laughing at me and I was so mad - I thought I was going to be bitten at any moment - I tried to go into the water but these smart pigs just following until their little legs were doing doggy paddle.  I jumped in the dinghy and felt safe once afloat and out from shore - the pigs were cute from this distance !!!

Early the next morning and before the storm hit we took the dinghy around the corner to Staniel Cay where you can swim into a grotto - the same one used in the James Bond movie "Thunderball".  Don and I motored around likely spots for this grotto and had almost given up when a fast boat pulled up alongside us, the occupants bailed out and swam under a ledge - humm - local knowledge !!!  The grotto was amazing, lots of fish and of course the big blue hole feature in the movie.


The storm hit and I am sure you don't want to know about our suffering for the next 2 days .......

 We spent a night at Bitter Guana Island where "good mannered" iguanas live.  We had the anchorage to ourselves and made a small fire on the beach and heated up canned soup for dinner - very romantic :-).   Rubbish is difficult to deal with on low lying islands and the locals simply burn it.  I decided to take our bags of rubbish to the beach for the fire - our rubbish only contains dry stuff - all vege scraps etc are held in a container until we are off shore then thrown overboard.  Don was out trolling for dinner (I knew to bring the canned soup and raviolli) whilst I built the fire - I had almost finished burning our cardboard packaging when I emptied the very last bag on the sand to sift for paper and noticed the netting from our Christmas dinner turkey was crawling with maggots - I was horrified and immediately begun itching and scratching - yuk !!!  Without thought I picked up the small garbage bag and threw it on the fire.  Sometime later Don and I were cuddled up mesmerised by the flames when a loud explosion deafened us and black stuff spat at us - we later realised that Don had put some dead batteries in the rubbish and that is what it must have been - they really do explode - we spent the next hour or so blocking the fire from us whilst it burnt down enough to leave and go back to the boat - a lesson learned the hard way !!!  My jacket has burn splatter marks on it - just as well I was wearing it !



We called into the village of Black Point for lunch. This is at the northern end of Great Iguana Cay. Lorraine's Cafe advertise on the cruisers net (VHF radio).  We were amused by the confused and startled look when we tried to order conch from their menu at 11.30 - it simply wasn't time for lunch but our order was taken and we were assured that they would cook the meal for us - hours later we finally got served.  Meanwhile the State Funeral for the Governor General was being played on the television and locals called in for a while to watch it - they sung along to the songs and mourned the man.  I felt we were intruding a little.  The conch was terrible.  I think Lorraine  took tiny pieces and smothered them in thick batter then put them in tepid oil - horrible !!! Conch (pronounced konk) is like abalone - you have to bash it to tenderise the meat then cook quickly.   After that heavy lunch we brought the anchor up and continued down the track a little.  We anchored off White Point for the night, once again all on our own - Don tried his luck at trolling again - I cooked dinner while he was gone.