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Bogota for five days   PHOTO LINK –>>Bogota for 5 days

Day 1

John and I flew to Bogota Colombia’s capitol for 6 very full days. Upon arriving you notice that the climate is vastly different to Santa Marta even though they are only 500 miles apart. Bogota is cool, temperatures were in the 50s and 60s, with the lack of humidity, but with the sunshine this made it a very pleasant change. The city is massive, 9,000,000 people live there making it the second largest city in South America.

As we caught the 6:00am flight we were at the Hotel Bh Bicentenario by 8:00, left our bags, had a breakfast at the Juan Valdez next to the hotel and joined the

10:00am Ingelise (English) walking tour.

The tour lasted 3 hours, toured us around all the key sites in the historic center La Candelaria area – (centro historico La Candelaria), which is a living museum. It was a brilliant start as we were then able to navigate ourselves plus

knew the background history of the city. After our lunch we checked into our room, wandered down Avenida Jimenez and around the central plaza – Plaza de Bolivar, explored further, had dinner and retired early as we had been up since 3:30am.

Day 2

The next day we set off to the Gold Museum – Museo Del Oro.

This houses an amazing collection of indigenous gold workings plus tells the history of the gold production of the indigenous peoples of Colombia. It is amazing to see the sophistication of the work. Almost all of the works are smelted, with the Muisca and Sinu peoples using the “lost wax” technique, with a number of other metals being purposely alloyed. Here we saw intricately crafted and designed jewelry, artifacts, ornaments and many more. One of the highlights was the golden raft created by the Muisca people. It portrays the El Dorado “Golden One” ritual. What makes this even more incredible is the age of the work on display. It all dates back hundreds and hundreds of years. It was absolutely amazing and a museum that is probably the best I have visited. Luckily most of the signs had English too so we were educated about the true history of this northern region of South America. We spent 4 hours in the museum and enjoyed it immensely.

That afternoon we joined the walking Graffiti tour.

Bogota is known to be one of the top places for graffiti in the world. It is a form of social commentary and cultural expression especially during “La Violencia” and the height of the civil war. The modern designs have become quite complex via stencils, spray paint, sticker and wheat pasted posters. We started by visiting the oldest part of the city La Candelaria. Here the graffiti is more a work of art with a message. There are hidden messages and hidden forms of graffiti, which were all pointed out to us, but after a short while we were able to spot the different Taggers/artists and find the hidden messages. I found the art to be brilliant!  In this area of the city the buildings are very old and protected due to their historical importance and so much of the graffiti has been sponsored, permission given and encouraged. There were pieces by artists like Guache, Stinkfish, Bastardilla, Rodez, DJUL and Toxicoano from Colombia, Pez from Barcelona, Spain, and CRISP from Australia, plus many more. Next we went to the more commercial area where the graffiti was political. Again the artwork was full of messages, this time with deep political messages. It was a wonderful 4-hour tour and completely free, just gave a tip after of 30,000pesoes – $10.

Again we were completely exhausted from a very full day.

Day 3

We had arranged Bogota Pass to do a day trip to Laguna De Guatavita – Lake of Fools Gold and Zipaquira The Salt Cathedral.

Alex our English-speaking guide and driver arrived at 8:00am and off we drove. As it was a Sunday we had less traffic but in Bogota on Sunday’s everyone takes to exercise especially biking. The road through the mountains was clogged with bikers zipping along downhill or slogging up hill literally by the hundreds. Most of them were doing a 60-kilometer circuit up and down the mountains. We stopped for a lovely view of the city. We continued until Emblase de Tomine a large reservoir area where we next stopped. This reservoir flooded the town of Guatavita in to 1960s. We stopped next to visit the newly built town that replaces the old town – Nueva Guatavita. It is lovely; all the buildings are white with the red tiled roofs.

The countryside that we drove through was reminiscent of the European lower alpine scenery, just beautiful. The air was clear, the sun shining, and wild flowers everywhere on the farms on the slopes. We were in fact over 11,000 feet. We arrived at the site of the famed legend

El Dorado – Laguna De Guatavita. There we met up with a group, (unfortunate for us it was a Spanish speaking group) and proceeded to walk the path to the famous mountain lake. We did luck out in that some of the signs were in English and Alex did tell us the story surrounding the legend. Apparently the native Muisca Indians of the surrounding area had been using this lake for religious ceremonies for hundreds of years. These ceremonies included upon the death of a chief his nephew would be covered in gold dust, ornaments and jewelry. The “new leader” plus objects were deposited in the middle of the lake to appease the gods when acknowledging a new Shaman or leader. The lake was said to be perfectly round and bottomless. However when the Europeans/Spanish arrived and heard the legend they were determined to find El Dorado and retrieve the gold and jewels. Many attempts were made, they even tried to drain the lake, some did find treasures but the lake has remained sacred and mysterious.

The walk to the top was very pleasant with beautiful scenery along the way. The lake it self is small and a dark green, quite lovely to see. I did find the climb quite tiring due to the altitude, but short and it was worth it. After there we drove passed an area where a very rich Colombian has built a replica of the Taz Mahal and other famous buildings. It is now a fun park.

We stopped for a lunch at a roadside eatery. This was one of the lunches that the country is famous for a huge carne roast. Whole animals on spits roasting. You have to love meat to appreciate it. We ordered two meals between the three of us and I just sampled from John and Alex’s plates. I personally enjoyed the Arepas the most. These are corn based “pancakes” stuffed with differing ingredients in different regions. Mine were stuffed with the local cheese and delicious. John just loved the meat all of it, pork and beef.

From there we drove to Zipaquira and walked around the town. It is a beautiful town and being Sunday the townsfolk were out enjoying the plaza and the inns, selling wares, playing ball and having fun. The architecture was stunning, such a mix of early colonial Spanish and traditional, the colors really made it special.

Then it was off to the Salt Cathedral – Catedral de Sal.

We had an English-speaking guide for the Salt Cathedral. He explained the size of the mine – 240 feet below ground, producing many, many tons of salt daily has enough salt for another 500 years. Salt is extracted these days by using water. However in years gone by it was mined. The miners decided to create the cathedral in the space left behind from the mining. There is no way to describe the size except to say vast, massive and quite incredible. The tunnels have chapels with differing crosses carved, some with statues and some with just lighting and carvings. There is the main chamber with the largest cross that has been carved and other carvings in the walls all dedicated to Christianity as Colombia is a very religious, (Catholic) country. It was truly an amazing wonder to behold and not at all what either of us was expecting. To tour the mine took 2 hours. From there we drove back to Bogota and we’re back by 8:00pm. Another very full day!

Day 4

We set out to visit the monastery – Cerro de Monserrate. Set on the mountain behind the city at 10,341 feet. We could see it from our hotel window. There are various ways to reach the monastery, walk up the path, take the tram or the “train” we decided to take a ride up and walk down. (The faithful have been known to “walk” up on their knees during Holy Week.) We rode up – straight up- in the “train” I would call it a tram but the hanging gondola is called the tram, quite confusing. At the top we walked a lovely garden like path to the monastery where the viewpoint looked out across the entire of Bogota. It is a spectacular view of the city. Our walk back down took over an hour, yes that is how long the path is with countless steps and being quite steep it must be quite a challenge to climb, especially on your knees.

That afternoon we visited the Museo Botero – art gallery. Here is a large collection of works of art by the Colombian born artist Fernando Botero, (John’s new favorite artist), plus also his personal collection of some famous artists, Picasso, Dali, Monet and such. We both really enjoyed looking at the art, which John said was the 1st time he remembered appreciating artwork. His favorite artist Botero with everything being a round corpulent interpretation.

Day 5

I really wanted to see the Wax Palms, Colombia’s national tree which stands over 200 feet plus the Colombian Orchid. So off to the Botanical gardens – Jardin Botanico we went for the morning. We managed to follow the Spanish map and advice of the guide to find our way around, but all the signs were in Spanish so much of the info was unobtainable for us. We walked all of the pathways and really enjoyed the botanical displays. The wax palms were magnificent, unfortunately the orchid house was under renovations, but I did get to see some lovely orchids in the greenhouse area.

We were returning from our visit in a taxi down one of the freeways, 4 lanes for each side and with a central lane for the metro busses which are 3 carriages long, when we could see police stopping cars, mobs of people, the busses all stopped and then a mob of people running towards our lanes. The taxi driver sped up but a man jumped in front of our taxi pointing a lollipop at the windscreen so the taxi driver screeched to a stop. Masses of people mainly women and children dressed in blue stood across the 4 lanes screaming in Spanish honking handheld horns, blowing whistles and apparently protesting about something. Well they would not let the traffic pass, some bikes hopped the central zone others tried to press through but were stuck. We remained so for 5 – 10 minutes when John paid the taxi driver and we started to walk down the freeway. Luckily as we were at the head of the line we could quite quickly walk to the next lane leading into the freeway, flag down a taxi and off we escaped the crazies.

Our destination was the Museo Nacional – National Museum. We had a picnic lunch in front of the museum and then entered. It is located in an old jail built in the 1800s, so the building is very historic too. Inside we enjoyed seeing more relics of Colombian indigenous peoples past, of the Spanish colonials, the religious relics, artwork and much more. From there we had a great time walking along one of the very busy commercial streets where you could buy anything imaginable.

Day 6

The mornings all started with an excellent breakfast at our Hotel Bh Bicentenario. However on returning to our room we received a phone call from friends Lynne and Eric onboard Amarula to say that they had been attacked during the night. It was shocking news! Thank goodness they had just been roughed up, but unfortunately they had been robbed, literally cleaned out, everything of value taken. We told them that we would arrange for them to enter the marina and would be back later that night to help in anyway we could. It was terrible for them :-((

This last day we set out to see the Casa de Nariño the Presidential Palace and the area surrounding it. We found that the huge Plaza de Bolivar was fully decorated for Christmas, the tree being huge and beautiful. Plus there were different groups demonstrating, one group of Indians were in red and green with a large flag and the face of someone plastered everywhere. Another group were carrying orange, mainly balloons, they were protesting women’s rights and the abuse women had to suffer. While in the Presedential grounds there was an official parade taking place. The security was everywhere with their big guns.

After watching the military march around we visited several churches and the Cathedral Primada. The churches: Iglesia and Claustro De San Agustin and Iglesia de San Francisco are amazingly well preserved for being hundreds of years old. The Cathedral was drab compared to some of the churches, which were adorned with gold leaf, fantastic carvings, paintings, domed ceilings, chandeliers, magnificent stained glass windows, ornaments, and chapels of all types. The churches are amazing!

We did our shopping mainly for the fantastic crafts that were for sale. We both loved the beadwork and the brass wire objects that were being crafted. We flew back to Santa Marta to Aeeshah and Chico.

PHOTO LINK –>> Rodadero, Taganga and Santa Marta

Taganga where friends were attacked

We had visited Taganga before we went to the Lost City. It is the bay to the east of Santa Marta and you can get a regular city taxi there for just a few pesos more than the usual fee of 5,000 ($2:00). There is a very nice view of Taganga from the slopes above it as you drive down and to me that was the nicest part of Taganga. It is really just one main road leading to a long beach and broad walk. There are several places to eat along this beach area, hostels and bars, but it is very neglected, run down area. We walked along the front, were warned by the police of bandits if we left the front and saw many druggies/addicts. There was an open style eatery selling fresh fish lunches which we agreed to stop at and really enjoyed their food. We then left Taganga as neither of us liked the area. This is the bay where our friends had anchored and checked in to Colombia upon the advice of a Colombian agent/official.   An account of their attack is written here:

 http://amarulasail.com/2015/11/28/boarded-and-robbed-in-taganga-bay-colombia/

Upon our return to Santa Marta we helped Lynne and Eric as much as possible and then they left for Cartagena where we agreed to meet a week later.

Rodadero

Another side trip we had taken was to Rodadero, which again you can reach via a yellow Santa Marta taxi. This area is to the western side of Santa Marta is where most locals go to spend a day at the beach. We walked all along the beach, looking at the locals, water taxis, venders and such. It is a very nice beach with lots on offer for a day at the beach. There are many very nice shops, hotels and restaurants along the front too. We found a small eatery and had some ……… Before heading back to the Marina.

Santa Marta again

After we returned from Bogota our friends John and Kay on Bad Bunny headed out for western Colombia and the San Blas islands. It felt very strange not having them there as our neighbors, however before we knew it more boats arrived and we had new neighbors. There was a weekend where the Colombian Cross Fit Championships were held at the marina. It was fun to watch.

However we basically spent the next week working on all the projects we needed finishing. It was a mad rush to get ready to leave for Cartagena. We really loved Santa Marta and will return, as there are still places to visit and things to do there for us. Meanwhile we are now in Cartagena.

For PHOTOS click —>> Santa Marta, Aracataca, to Minca twice

Santa Marta, Columbia

Our first day John – Bad Bunny- took us on a city tour. He literally walked us everywhere, to the fabricators, to the upholsterers, to the market, the grocery stores, around the tourist area, the contraband area, and to the cheapest area for good local foods. We were out for hours exploring, it was an excellent tour.

The city is buzzing with life, there is a store or a service for every conceivable item anyone can think of. The venders line the streets selling more stuff than can be imagined, Spanish music plays, pedestrians hustle around, it’s all busy, busy, busy. The traffic follows a one way system, which makes crossing the road somewhat easier, but the drivers are very spontaneous and reactive. They honk horns impatiently, squeeze between each other’s vehicles, ignore traffic lights and consequently we saw many near misses and several fender benders. Santa Marta is a very colorful, lively city.

It is definitely a city to get repairs or odd jobs done. We took our 6ft by 3ft cockpit cushions in to the upholsterer and had new foam inserted. He did a marvelous job at the cost of approximately $15 that’s 45 000 pesos. I had the best wash, cut and blow dry done since being home at a cost of $8US. Just amazing how inexpensive everything is.

Aracataca

Our first visit outside the city was to Aracataca, the village where Gabriel Garcia Marquez was raised. He had written “100 Years of Solitude” based on his childhood in this village and the experiences and stories he encountered as a child. John had read half the book and I had read one of his other books, so when it was suggested we visit the village we agreed. Our group consisted of Mike and Jean off Tomorrow’s Dawn and Ian off Rosidente. To get there we had to catch a bus from the main bus depot, which turned out to be quite easy as everyone rushes to help you.

The bus was a large air-conditioned bus and the ride was 1 and 1/2 hours through the countryside. It was quite pleasant looking out at the vast expanse of farmland. We arrived just outside the village on the main road and then had to figure out which way to go and where to find the Museum/house. After some confusion trying to “speak” to the locals to get directions we finally figured out the general direction to head.

Upon reaching the building dedicated to Gabriel Garcia Marquez we read the accounts of his and his family’s lives, it was interesting and informative. From there we purchased refreshments and sat under a large shady tree in the village center watching the comings and goings in the village. Around the village we strolled, and then along the railway tracks back to the main road to get a bus back to Santa Marta. We ended up on one of the smaller buses, which stopped along the way to pick up locals and their various bundles. The ride back was not as comfortable, but it was entertaining.

Minca

The second outing was with the same group and we headed to Minca situated in the mountains above Santa Marta. To get to Minca you go to Calle 11 and Carerra 12 in a yellow Santa Marta taxi. They are numerous and run all through Santa Marta for the same price of 7000 pesos which is just over $2.00. At the corner of Calle 11 and Carerra 12 you get a collective to Minca. A collectable is a jeep that fills up with 6 – 10 people and charges about 6000 pesos per person, around $2.00. It becomes evident why a jeep/ overland vehicle is necessary when you see the roads. The roads are very windy, uphill, full of huge potholes, and in many places muddy ditches where the road has given way in a landslide. Not a ride for nervous dispositions. To be fair the roads are being worked on and in areas aren’t too bad. It took about an hour to arrive in Minca and again it was a fun-entertaining ride.

Minca is a very lovely mountain village where you can visit waterfalls, outlooks and pools. It is also a center for hiking in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Again none of us really knew where we were headed, so the collective driver just pointed up the lane, which we took to mean that the waterfalls and such were in that general direction. Up we walked, now the impression we had was that the attractions were close or next to the village, not so, after an hour we found the turn off for the path to the

Azure Pools – PozoAzul.

Down another path we walked for about 1/2 an hour where we found the pools. However as this was a weekend and the pools were very crowded indeed. It was a lovely setting and after looking around, back to Minca we walked arriving about an hour later. It was really a very pleasant, unexpected hike uphill and downhill. Back in Minca we found the place absolutely crowded out. The roads were completely blocked both ways by the traffic of very impatient visitors, people trying to squeeze by, dogs, children all throughout the traffic and then the rain started. We were lucky to find a little place to eat some wonderful empanadas and home made ice creams. We walked to the river and found out that it being a public holiday the next day meant that Minca was busier that anyone could ever remember it being, the police were trying to sort out the traffic and were even turning motorists away. We luckily found our driver, climbed aboard, he had to reverse a ways downhill before he could turn and head back down the mountain road.

Minca again

John and I decided that we would spend a few nights in Minca so that we could hike during the day to areas we had not visited.

Oscars Place had been recommended as place to stay. We set off into Santa Marta, then by the collective up into the mountains and Minca. We had luckily researched the way to Oscars, as it is quite a long way out of Minca, not on a road but along a narrow mountain path. The walk there is very lovely along the trail, up and down and along the ridge, plus through a river. We really wondered how he had managed to build his place. He later explained that he used mules. Oscars Place looks out over the mountain slopes towards Santa Marta. The view is spectacular! Our booking was for the Jungle Loft, which was again, located a distance from Oscars – downhill. From there we also had a terrific view, but it was quite a climb to the top. We were the only ones staying in the Jungle loft area so we had the area to ourselves. There is no electricity so at night we would use our torches to find our way back to our loft.

On our first day we had lunch and hiked to Marinka Waterfall. This was a few hour hike there as we set off light rain started and as we reached our destination the heavier rain began to fall. The waterfall was beautiful and John went for a dip under the falling waters. The hike back down was quite challenging as the mud was very deep in places, so with the downward motion it was easy to slip. We didn’t though.

On our second day we were told by Oscar to catch a ride with one of the motorbike taxis and visit Victoria Coffee Plantation. Off we went on the back of a motorbike each. I found it quite fun, somewhat scary when we skidded in the mud and very bumpy over the rough terrain. John however was terrified he told me. As he is never a pillion passenger he found the ride was not enjoyable. This motorbike taxi cost 8000 pesos each, which is about, or just under $3.00 for a half hour ride up the mountain.

La Victoria Coffee Plantation

At Victoria we were given a tour, which was very interesting. The original equipment from 124 years ago is still being used. The newest equipment is the electrical, which was installed in the 1950s. It is really an operating coffee museum. However the equipment is used lightly and there are only 3 harvest months November to January. The rest of the year is the growing of the coffee and maintenance of the place.

From Victoria we hiked out to the “roadway” and headed up towards El Campano. We had been told it wasn’t too far away and from there we planned to cross the ridgeline to Los Pinos, but plans changed. It took us a couple of hours to get to El Campano arriving after 1:00pm,  where we were faced with more up hill on a very small track, plus we could see the clouds coming down the mountain. So we reluctantly turned around and hiked back to Minca, which took us nearly 3 hours. To be honest we were both tired out and had aching legs.

During the evenings we would have dinner and chat to the fellow travelers staying at Oscars. We found that we were by far the oldest. The others were in there 20s, 3 of them were Israeli fellows who were taking a break before having to join the army. Others were from Holland and Argentina, which made for interesting conversation.

The soul should always stand ajar ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.     Emily Dickinson

Crossing from Bonaire to Columbia

PHOTOS CLICK HERE —>> Passage from Bonaire to Santa Marta, Columbia

The weather conditions between the ABC islands and Columbia can be notoriously windy, with huge seas and squalls. It was essential to us to set off in the best conditions possible. As there was a tropical storm that actually became hurricane Joaquin north of the Bahamas the energy was being drawn north. When this happens there are much calmer conditions in the southern Caribbean making it perfect for our crossing.

1st Leg

We set off at 14:00 Sept 30th. The 1st leg of our journey took us past the southern side of Curacao to the southern side of Aruba. We were actually off of Curacao during the evening and into the night. What was amazing was the number of ships, freighters and tankers waiting off of the coast to enter Curacao. Some of these tankers were absolutely massive. I felt like I was playing dodge up cars while on watch from 21:00 till midnight. During this leg our seas were 3-5′, winds 15k from the east, fine calm conditions. We arrived at 09:30, a passage of 19h 10mins at an average of 5.3knots.

Aruba

In Aruba we anchored up in a bay next to the main harbour and just rested for the day and night. Aruba looked to be a very busy, commercial island. The beaches we saw from a distance looked very nice.

2nd Leg

From Aruba at 07:00 Oct. 2nd we set off for Cabo Del La Vela, Columbia. This was a passage of over 24 hours. Again off of Aruba there were dozens of ships of every type either waiting to get into Aruba or queuing to get into Venezuelan ports. This is a very busy area for sea traffic.

Now we had planned on calmer conditions, but what we got was dead calm conditions and wind on the nose. Yes, the easterly trade winds reversed into westerly winds. We had 24 hour of motoring with only short breaks of sailing in between when heavy rain clouds from the land would pass over thus affording some wind. During one of breaks when we were sailing and it was slightly rough and windy we caught a tuna. John and Chico were very pleased. John chucked Chico the tail to play and chew with/on. Then it was back to motoring in dead calm conditions.

The night was quiet for sea traffic with just a few ships but noisy with the engine running. It really was eerily calm and dark. We arrived at Cabo Del La Vela at 8:00 to find 2 other sailboats there, both of which we knew. Tomorrows Dawn – Jean and Mike and Ian an Australian we had met were anchored up. It was a 26 hour 15 minute passage at an average speed of 5.2 knots for 126 miles.

Cabo Del La Vela, Columbia

The bay at Cabo Del La Vela is over 2 miles across surrounded by desert like landscape, which is a ruddy dark colour with mountains in the background. The sea is a dark turquoise blue; there are Pelicans, frigate birds and Boobies soaring overhead. Ashore there is a local village and in the bay fishermen in dugouts and prorogues put!-put! around. It was starkly beautiful; the colors were a wonderful mix of contrasts. We spoke to Mike who told us they were setting off and then to Ian who had been in the bay overnight awaiting Sorren who he was supposed to be buddy boat with. However Ian had lost Sorren off of Aruba. He believed Sorren was out there drifting waiting for wind to sail.

We stayed the day and over night in the bay. The sunset was amazing!! The headland is actually visited each evening by tourists to watch the sunset as it is famed for its beauty. Dinner was our fresh tuna. It was wonderful! Chico was so happy, fresh tuna, birds to watch and butterflies visiting the boat to tease him.

3rd Leg

Off we headed for Santa Marta on October 4th at 08:40 the next morning. There was a breeze from the shore and then a light northeasterly wind kicked in. The sailing was more challenging for the next 24 hours as the direction and the speed of the wind kept changing. The seas were moderate and following for the majority of the passage. We were relaxing when zzziinng! The fishing line went off. Attached was a large tuna. John reeled it in and slaughtered it on the stern. This was by far the biggest tuna we had ever caught. Again Chico was totally charged when he was given the tail to play with. In the evening there were 3 little birds – swallows or martins – they looked like, that were flying around and around the boat. They kept landing on the rigging and …lines, very close to the cockpit. This of course wound Chico right up, so he had to be confined to the cabin. The birds roosted under our hatch cover and in the early morning they flew off. We also had Dolphins with us; the whole area is full of life. We could see the Santa Marta Sierra Nevada Mountains in the distance. They descend right down to the shoreline creating fiords, which looked from afar, to be beautiful. This area is the Parque Nacional Natural Tayrona and around the corner was Santa Marta. We arrived at 11:40 after 146 miles for 27 hours, average speed of 5.4 knots.

Santa Marta

We were met at the entrance to the marina by the very helpful staff and guided to our berth. There were several of our friends waiting to help and greet us. The marina is wonderful! We have a finger dock for side tie, next to our friends Kay and John on Bad Bunny. The idea is that they will tour while we cat sit and then we will tour while they cat sit Chico. Anyway the marina is very large and has all the facilities we enjoy like a laundry and a mini mart.

Chico likes it here. He especially likes the large powerboats, which he jumps on and climbs to the flying bridge to look out. He would investigate the outside and inside of every boat if allowed. Everyone loves him and we have had staff taking pictures of him as they say he is so big and handsome. As Chico is prone to being too friendly we keep him secured in the boat. However he will try to escape at any opportunity and he has given John the slip a few times now.

Our overall 1st impression of Columbia is John: …. colorful, busy, confusing, loud, very different. Jen: …..full of culture and life, music playing, horns blowing, narrow busy streets, full of colorful sights and inexpensive!!

Travel is more than the seeing of the sights; it is a change that goes on, deep and permanent, in the ideas of living. Miriam Beard

It has been nearly a month now since the family left Curacao and here we are in Klein Curacao again on our way back to Bonaire to meet our next set of guests, John’s brother Al and his daughter Harri.

What have we done in the last month?

Bike riding:

We had several excellent bike rides. The best area was along a shoreline path from Jan Thiel beach to the Aquarium. This path cuts above the cliffs, past the huge salt pond along more cliffs and comes out at the back of the Aquarium. Unfortunately for John he got 2 flat tires so had to push his bike all the way back. We both really enjoy riding our bikes.

Hikes:

We had spent quite a bit of time anchored next to a peak in Spanish Waters that looked to be surrounded by cliffs, cactus and thorny bush. The impression was that there was no way to the top. Well during one of our rides we met some local guys climbing out the wilderness on a track from the direction of the area. Upon asking if that was the way to the

top they explained how to get there. The next day we set off to hike to the top. The trail was very rugged, but much shorter than it looked and within 30 minutes of entering the trailhead we were at the top of the peak looking down on Aeeshah and Spanish Waters. The view was magnificent!

When we reach the trailhead again we noticed another “hidden” path. Curiosity encouraged us to follow this trail too. We found that it led all the way around the bush, cliffs and boulders below the peak. It was a really pleasant trail, shaded a good part of the way. There was really interesting vegetation that had obviously adapted to the extreme dry conditions. The tree trunks were all twisted and shriveled, the branches were covered in long thorns, fresh shoots and leaves were appearing along with a bright yellow blossom, plus these small swirly snails were living all over the lower trunks.

Back to Bermuda

Before I knew it was time for me to travel back to Bermuda for my second colonoscopy that was needed due to an area of abnormal cells that had been found previously. I was really sad to go. I was away for 2 weeks, the 1st of which I was not well at all. The second week passed by keeping busy but I was very anxious and when I finally saw the Dr I was extremely stressed. When he told me that the area that they had thought was an ulcerated tumor had just totally gone, that all that was left was the small tattoo that had been put there to mark it, I was just so stunned, relieved and suddenly stress free! The next day I flew back to Curacao that was just 3 days ago.

Meanwhile Curacao

While I was gone John did a load of chores. He varnished, checked rigging, did plumbing, waxed, polished and did engine maintenance, plus more. He kept company with Sorren, Ian, Kim and others in the anchorage playing Mexican Train dominos, also taught Chico to play, rode the shopping bus to do laundry and rode his bike everyday. So he kept busy.

Our plan is to entertain Al and Harri for the two weeks they are in Bonaire and then to head to Santa Marta in Columbia.

Bonaire revisited:

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Underwater Bonaire in September

So off we set sail from Klein Curacao. The day was not as we had planned. The previous

afternoon and evening there had been thunder, lightening and rain, which had not been predicted in the weather forecast. As the wind had picked up significantly so had the seas. It resulted in just about the worse crossing we had ever had. The winds were a steady 20 – 25 knots; the seas were at least 6-8 feet with a rough chop on top. For me the crossing was hellish. I told John, never again, and I meant it. 7 hours after leaving we finally arrived in Bonaire. The boat was a right mess inside and out, but I was just too ill to deal with any of it that evening.

The result was we spent the next day getting Aeeshah back in shape.

Al and Harri arrived in the evening:

After picking Al and Harri up from the airport, John brought them straight back to Aeeshah where they had a beer and jumped into the water for a nighttime swim and then rinsed off. It was a novel way to kick off their holiday.

The following day they acclimatized and had a relaxing stroll around the town. John invited some friends, Mike and Jean onboard for drinks and we had a fun evening.

Touring on bikes:

Our 1st outing was spent on rental 50cc bikes exploring the island. Following the road towards the salt ponds we visited the salt works and old slave quarters/homes. We saw flamingoes, windmills, the lighthouse and stopped at the wind surfing area for a cool drink. Then we cut across island and had lunch in Kralendijk at a waterside cafe. A great fish sandwich, drink and desert all for $11, an excellent lunch.

From there we followed the west shore road all the way to the oil docks. Stopping to see the Tolo cave area, the various look outs and dives sites. Al and Harri both enjoyed feeding the iguanas that appeared at one place we stopped. We finished up by looking out over the national park, spotting more flamingoes in the huge salt ponds in the Flamingo sanctuary and various other birds such as the Caracara. Our last stop was the old capitol of Rincon where we bought another refreshing drink before deciding our bottoms were very sore and we needed to head back.

Amazing Bonaire waterworld:

Both Harri and Al were very impressed by the water where we were moored. The whole of Bonaire is Marine Park and protected so visiting yachts have to pickup a mooring buoy and these are all found in front of the main town. However this town’s anchorage has to be the cleanest in the world. The shallow water is crystal clear turquoise; this is where the moorings are located. Harri had never snorkeled and so she was able to learn in the wonderful water off of the town where we were moored. She quickly picked up snorkeling and wanted to try diving. (Al had his certification from when he was in the navy).

Klein Bonaire:

For her 1st dive we headed over to Klein Bonaire with the dingy. John took Harri and Al into the sandy shallows where Harri had her 1st dive experience. John had encouraged her to look at the Padi book, Al and John went over a few important details with her, they suited her up in the shallows and Al then did the “drills” underwater. They then were off and had a successful dive. All in all Harri had 6 dives with Al while in Bonaire, some right off the mooring in front of the town and others off of Klein Bonaire. They were both very impressed with the underwater life here, there is an abundance of fish of many many species ranging from giant tarpon to schools of reef fish to the deep water tuna, turtles, Rays, all types of corals hard and soft, and schools of dolphin too. John and I also dove. I enjoyed using the Gopro that Al and Harri had brought us.

Off road travel:

We hired a vehicle that was allowed in the National Park and set off for 2 days of land exploring. The 1st day we visited the Washington Slagbaai National Park and drove the long route, which took all day. Along the way we stopped at different Bokas, which are places where the sea has eroded the shoreline into inlets or bays where the sea just rolls in and crashes onto the shoreline. Another lovely spot was Suplato; here there was a massive cave that had been eroded into the rocky shoreline. We climbed up Seru Bentana where there is a natural window eroded into the rocks at the top. We stopped at Malmok where there is the lighthouse and had a picnic lunch beside another lovely bay Boka Bartol while watching Pelicans dive for fish. We saw the salt ponds with the famous wild pink flamingos and we swam in a beautiful bay, Wayaka, where Angel Fish were swimming up to us.

Arawak drawings and caves

Our second day off road we set off to find and explore the northeastern shore where there was said to be

Arawak drawings and caves.

There are no directions for how to get to this area so we headed off road along very rocky bumpy tracks. We found a track that

followed the shoreline and stopped at the lighthouse, looked out over the rugged, desolate landscape and enjoyed being the only people around. Afterwards we followed another track that went along the side of a cliff face. There we finally found the original inhabitants drawings on the cliff walls. We also found caves, which we explored, disturbing the bats and even a large Barn Owl. It was extremely hot in this area as there was little wind and with the desert like conditions the heat was wicked.

One day we spotted Dolphins playing in the water, so John, Al and Harri. Went in the dingy to watch and film the Dolphins with the Gopro.

 It was an excellent 2 weeks in Bonaire with Al and Harri!

I asked them to answer some questions to get their opinion of Bonaire and their holiday aboard Aeeshah. Here they are:

1Q. What was your 1st impression of the Bonaire?

1A. Our first impression of Bonaire was the pristine marine environment so close to the town.

2Q. What did you enjoy the most while on board Aeeshah?

2A. The food, hospitality, fun and adventurous spirit.

3Q. What did you find the most difficult to adjust to when living on the boat?

3A. The rolling and humidity but got used to it after a couple of days.

4Q. What did you enjoy the most while ashore?

4A. Ashore, the trips around the island by bike and truck. Especially the national park and off road.

5Q. What will you never forget?

5A. The dolphins and the diving (and climbing up the mast).

6Q. Which were your favourite excursions/places?

6A. Klein Bonaire and meeting your adventurous fellow cruisers at the cruisers dinner.

7Q. What did you think of the cruising lifestyle?

7A. I’m extremely envious!!!

8Q. What did you find surprising about the lifestyle?

8A. Nothing…it’s perfect!

9Q. What do you miss?

9A. You two….and the delicious food, sun, sea and adventure!!

10Q. In a few sentences describe your 14 days spent with us….

10A. That was the best 2 weeks holiday ever, crammed with adventure.

Seeing Harri blossom into an intrepid adventurer.

Spending quality time with you both…. can we come again, please?

I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well. – Diane Ackeman

You are never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream. – CS Lewis

Off to Klein Curacao

Finally a weather window (a period of days with less wind and lower sea heights), arrived, which enabled us to set off for Bonaire.

We motored out of Spanish Waters and with the main sail up we ploughed into the seas and winds heading to Klein Curacao. This trip really wasn’t as bad as we had anticipated we found that instead of a current against us we had one behind us, plus we had enough of a wind angle that the main was able to help as well. So we managed between 4 – 5 knots most of the 13 miles.

Klein Curacao

Klein Curacao is a very small, barren, island that is totally flat, with an ancient, lighthouse in the centre and the wreck of the oil tanker, Maria Bianca Guidesman. Along the anchorage side of the island there is lovely beach.

The lighthouse

We went ashore in the dingy and walked along the beach and then to the lighthouse. At the lighthouse we climbed the tower to the top. Unfortunately the old, lighthouse is in need of repairs, it is literally falling apart, however the lighthouse is actually quite scenic in its neglected state. At the top you can look out across the island and see quite how desolate an island it is.

We had a lovely swim at the beach and returned to Aeeshah for the evening.

Hike around the whole island

The following day we decided to hike around the whole island. Ethan, John and I set off following the coast. Once we had left the sheltered beach side – western side – we encountered mounds of plastic trash that the sea had regurgitated onto the rocky shore. Seeing the mounds of plastic trash was quite depressing, you realize quite how much trouble the earth’s environment is in. You have to wonder if maybe it is too late for man to save the planet from himself. Anyway we continued our shoreline walk enjoying the beach and rocky west coast shoreline. Along the way we also saw many wrecked boats, sailboats and fishing boats, which were in pieces bearing witness to the powerful winds and seas in this region. I guess we are about a third of the way around, nearly at the shipwreck when we could see squall approaching from the west. John and Ethan, who were, naturally ahead of me, started going across the land towards the lighthouse. I continued on a ways, caught up to where they had been when the rain started. It was quite refreshing getting showered off. When we met up a little while later it was decided to return to Aeeshah for lunch and continue with the circumnavigation after lunch.

That afternoon John and I left Ethan and Rhianna on the beach while we continued the round the island trek. We continued past the shipwreck along the eastern shore. There is really nothing there but mounds of debris of all types that has been washed ashore. There are small beach areas, huge piles of ancient corals; it is rocky and quite difficult to travel over. Plus the nesting seabirds really didn’t like John, they followed him the whole way kicking up a fuss. It was a long but enjoyable scramble over the shoreline of Klein Bonaire. We returned late afternoon, the kids were back on the boat, showered and asking for snacks, having spent the afternoon swimming at the beach.

Bonaire

The next day we set off to Bonaire. The day was quite lovely, but there were large clouds in the distance. As we sailed the wind became quite fluky changing direction and force, a sure sign of weather ahead. Sure enough as the clouds loomed ahead the wind rose and all hell broke loose on the water

–a squall.

Before we knew it the wind was blowing consistently hard, the top gust being 42.2knots, the seas were way up and the rain was pelting down. Oh and just to keep it really exciting there was thunder booming nearby. We had reefed the jib, the main already being reefed, but we had to head into the wind, bring in the jib and ride it out facing the storm. The radar showed that the squall was about six miles across and we just had to ride it out. Ethan and Rhianna were naturally quite scared/worried, Chico was freaking out, Rhianna hugged Chico and both she and Ethan just hung on. The weather did pass, we didn’t suffer any damage, all was well and we gratefully sailed into Bonaire. A passage to remember.

We had 2 weeks in Bonaire, Ethan and Rhianna were signed up for the open water diving at Yellow Submarine for the 28th – 31st. We started our explorations in Bonaire by snorkeling along the shoreline. The water clarity is amazing, the fish of every type are by the 1,000s, it really is beautiful underwater in Bonaire.

Touring Bonaire

We hired a truck for a few days to be able to tour and enter the National Park, the Washington Slagbaai. Our first day was spent checking out the salt ponds and solar salt production area. As John and I had previously visited this was for the kids benefit, but was still enjoyable. We also visited the kite surfing bay, Lac Bay again. This time around it was sunnier and so very much more scenic.

Donkey Sanctuary

Then we went to the Donkey Sanctuary, a first for us all. This sanctuary has approximately 600 donkeys that. It cares for. They roam the 400 acres, are fed and well cared for. The males are castrated to control the population. However there are mothers and nursing foals, so I’m guessing there must still be some males roaming around. Rhianna and Ethan enjoyed petting the donkeys, especially the foals. Ethan also spent time petting iguanas! We then drove around the sanctuary. You follow a one way trail so once started you have to finish. The donkeys must be well used to visitors as they crowded around the car sticking their heads in the windows. They must have been very disappointed that we didn’t have any carrots. At times we had a dozen or more crowding the windows. It took quite a while to get around the sanctuary and its 600 donkeys.

Washington Slagbaai National Park

Our second day out we drove to the Washington Slagbaai National Park. We were there to hike to the highest peak in Bonaire

– Brandaris a mere 784 feet,

which meant we had to take the short route around the park missing most of the scenic highlights as it is again a one way system. No matter, we drove to the trailhead and set off. It took us a good hour, that felt like hours to me, to climb to the top and it was not easy. The trail starts off through the thorny, rocky dry terrain, and then it winds uphill over rougher ground with loose rocks and sand. Up over boulders, up cliffs of huge tumbled boulders and on. It is more of a rock climb or a scramble over rocks where you really have to be careful not to slip and fall. The wind was blowing so hard at points on the way up you really had to be careful not to be blown off balance on the narrow shelves. In fact I found myself crawling at certain stages. The scenery was stunning! We relaxed at the top for half and hour, checking the view while being blown by a very strong wind.

The decent was a lot quicker at 50 minutes, but quite tough as the loose rocks threatened to give way under our feet. Ethan rated the climb as a 9, Rhianna an 8 for difficulty. From there we drove to the closest bay,

Playa Funchi to eat our picnic lunch.

While we were eating we saw many lizards and iguanas begging for food and being fed by the few other visitors there. We all ended up feeding them some of the rice snacks I had brought along. The kids really got into feeding them; Ethan was petting the iguanas quite easily.

From there we followed the one-way system stopping at the different scenic outlooks, salt ponds with flamingoes, and beaches along the way back. There is a good reason for the one-way system; the “roads” are dirt, rocky tracks through the brush. They are narrow with drop offs and steep up hills and down hills. As we missed over half of the park we hope to visit when John’s brother and niece visit. It certainly is a beautiful area, which is full of surprises.

Ethan and Rhianna had their three and a half day diving school. They would be dropped off at 8:15 and picked up at 5:00 each day. During this time John and I dove off of Klein Bonaire each day. We would leave the dingy attached to our mooring and head off to dive. It would have been nice to have the dingy with us but we didn’t want to loose our mooring next to Aphrodite. We had been asked by the owners Jean and Barbara, a French couple to watch Aphrodite while they were away. They had to fly out, as Barbara’s Mama had died, very sad for her. Anyway we managed without the dingy. I was just about able to get down the ladder with all the gear on.

Underwater in Bonaire

Underwater in Bonaire is amazing! It is alive with countless varieties of fish and corals. We dove the first day at a site called Mi Dushi the deepest we went was 52ft, and we were down for 40mins, it was very lovely, beautiful, reef that was alive with fish.

Our second dive was Sharon’s Serenity; the deepest we went was 52ft, for 40 mins, a beautiful dive, which we both would repeat.

The third dive was my favorite. Maybe because I was feeling more comfortable or maybe because the area had trenches with sand making it brighter. It was called Carl’s Hill and our deepest was 52ft, for 45 minutes, very lovely, I rated it at 5/5.

Ethan and Rhianna passed their PADI open water diving!!

So we went out for a congratulatory dinner. With only a few days to go we went to Klein Bonaire for a dive. Well Ethan and John dove while Re and I snorkeled and explored the shoreline.

Back to Curacao

PHOTOS HERE —–>> Curacao with Gavin, Katie and the teens

Time had flown we had to set off to Curacao as Gavin and Katie were arriving. The day we sailed was just about perfect for the downwind journey. We had a pleasant sail; I was even able to read! We were visited by dolphins along the way, which is always a happy occasion.

Once again we anchored in Spanish Waters section B. Katie and Gavin arrived and were staying at la Maya Beach just down the road from the fisherman’s dock where we dock the dingy. We had hired a car for their 1^st few days.

Willemstad

Our first outing with them was a visit to Willemstad. There we walked around, visited the market, bought fruit and

had a dreadful lunch at a place alone the waterfront. However while having lunch we were able to watch a massive container ship pass along the waterway, the floating dock swing open and the ship head out to sea. It is quite fascinating to watch.

 Westpunt to West Point Divers

The next day we set off for Westpunt to West Point Divers. Previously on our explorations we had seen a great beach facility where one could dive the Alice in Wonderland dive site. We had a lovely lunch at the little restaurant there. Gavin rented a couple of sets of gear, (we already have 2 sets), and they suited up. The kids/teens were very competent getting at their gear sorted, with Rhianna being so small a number of people were looking impressed with her competency. They jumped off the dock and down they went while I kept Katie company on the beach off We had rented a lovely set of deck chairs which Katie and I relaxed in and then we snorkeled. The divers returned after having a wonderful dive. We all chilled for an hour and then they dove again, Katie and I swam and relaxed until their second dive was finished, the gear stowed and it was time to go.

One evening we had a very nice evening at the cruisers dinner held at The Pier. Gavin and Katie met a number of our fellow cruisers and friends.

Another day was spent having a snorkel at Tugboat Bay and then at Directors bay. Both places are great snorkeling sites with many fish and excellent coral.

The second dive was planned for the Sunday. Gavin hired gear from Curious to Dive. We loaded up the car with 4 tanks, all the dive gear, wet suits, masts, towels, clothes and us 6 and headed to Director’s Bay which is close by. There they all geared up and waded out before disappearing below the surface. Katie and I drove back to Tugboat Bay to meet them, as the plan was a drift dive along the wall. Apparently it was a great dive and the underwater caves and topography were really cool. It was at 75-foot dive, which lasted 40 minutes. Katie and I swam, met them, helped them sort out the gear and such.

Ostrich Farm Rhianna rides an ostrich!

We visited the Ostrich Farm, had a tour and Rhianna rode an ostrich. The tour was interesting. This is the largest ostrich farm outside of South Africa. They kill one ostrich per week, which is only for the food served in their restaurant. They also collect the eggs, the fertilized ones are hatched under heat lamps and the others are served as food. Ostriches live to over 70 in the wild. The ostrich is really not a very clever bird. Rhianna wanted to ride one so we went off with 2 fellows who got one of the ride-able birds. They put a sock over its head and led it to the truck where they assisted Rhianna to jump onto its back. She had to hold the wings and cling on while they ran the bird off down the track. They then all ran back again. It really was hilarious to watch. Re was thrilled!

That evening Gavin and Katie came to the boat for a swim and dinner. It was a very nice last evening. The following day they all went off as a family to the beach for the day and then flew out early the next morning. Another summer with the Grandkids over.

Every moment is an invitation to live out of your weakness or to live out of your strength. – Marianne Williamson

 Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars and see yourself running with them. – Marcus Aurelius

Evening  skies over Bonaire

PHOTOS HERE —>>>Curacao July 2015

We flew into Curacao

with our grandchildren Ethan and Rhianna on the 2nd July. Our trip over was made ever so much more pleasant by Katie our daughter in law, who signed us into the Admirals Club. In there we had courtesy tea, coffee, snacks of all types, cold drinks and wifi. We all relaxed and only arrived at our gate 7 hours later as they were boarding our flight.

Curacao Marine

The flight arrived in Curacao later in the evening so when we arrived at Curacao Marine it was time for bed. The following few days were used stocking up with supplies, getting data and cleaning up. The boat had become covered with dust and needed a major wash down. After getting data in Willemstad we walked around visited the floating market and showed Ethan and Rhianna some of the unique city.

National Park Shete Boka

On Sunday 5th we took a drive to the western end of Curacao and stopped at the National Park Shete Boka. This is a national park, which is along the shoreline. There we walked along the paths that led us to fantastic erosion created by the power of the sea pounding the shore.

The sea here pounds mercilessly onto the rocky shoreline with massive waves that have rolled up. The spray drenches the air making everything and everyone salty not many plants can live in these conditions. We followed the paths to Boka Tabla and watched the power of the waves. We then explored the cave where you can see the sea rolling in under the ledge.

Then along the shoreline to Boka Wandomi where there is a natural bridge. We found some shade for the car and ate our picnic lunch – you can’t sit in the picnic area unless you buy the foods for sale. The second two sites we visited after lunch featured a bay – Boka Kalki and then a massive blowhole – Boka Pistol. Again the power of the sea was astounding to watch.

On the 4th July the Americans in our marina had a potluck barbeque in the Tiki hut. This was a fun evening where we caught up with some folks we knew and met others we had not met before.

Chico

had been staying at Cats and Pets while we were away. On the Sunday the day before we left Curacao Marine we drove to get him. Chico had been very well cared for but had matured. He is now only playful sometimes. He also was quite quiet upon his return and got very stressed when we left for Spanish Waters the next day.

Spanish Waters

The trip to Spanish Waters was only 5 miles, but it took us over 2 hours. Firstly the pontoon bridge took ages to open, as we had to wait according to the harbour master, why? Who knows? That is how they do things here. Then it was a slog into the wind, current and seas. The seas actually were not too bad, but the current was running at about 2 knots.

We arrived at Spanish Waters and have been pleasantly surprised by the

anchorage. We are in area B, the water is clean, the holding is great, there is an excellent breeze, no bugs, there is plenty of swing room for privacy and overall it is very quiet. You never seem to feel hot in Curacao as the humidity is fairly low and the wind blows constantly.

Caracus Baai, Spanish Waters

We have been exploring the area by walking the lanes and tracks near Caracus Baai. Along the way there are several beaches, Baya Beach, Tugboat Bay and Directie Bay and a huge rig off shore. This rig is apparently a pipe layer called Castoro 7. To me Castoro 7 looks like a giant metal dinosaur. Just along from the rig we climbed into an old fort – Fort Beekenburg, which had been founded in 1703. It looked to be under restoration, but was still interesting to wander around, explore and enjoy the views from the top of the tower.

Further along you find another bay, next to an oil tanker dock. This bay is Tug Boat Bay where there is a wreck of a tug. The wreck is supposed to be a good snorkeling and dive site. We hope to snorkel there soon.

Above Tug Boat Bay is another old, old building, which looked to be an old plantation type house. Again we spent time exploring the old building. From there we walked along a track to Directie Bay. This bay looks like a good snorkeling site, as the water is lovely and clear. The foliage is all thorn bushes and cactus so wearing shoes and staying on the paths and lanes is a must, as Rhianna found out the hard way. There are many very colorful birds everywhere, some are bright orange, others yellow and then there are the green and red parrots.

Willemstad

We caught the bus into Willemstad one morning and explored. Willemstad is divided into 2 sections – Otrobanda and Punda – by the waterway –Sint Anna Baai – that runs down the center. The bridges Juliana and the Pontoon connect the divided city.

We had a wonderful batido each when we first arrived. These batidos/licuados are similar to smoothies, but are Latin American, made from fresh milk, fruit and ice blended together and are wonderful. The Otrobanda is full of older shops, which sell any type of merchandise while the Punda has the narrow alleyways, and the more modern shops. Both areas have very old Dutch architecture, which is lovely and colourful. We wandered around enjoying the sites and visited the floating market for our fruit.

On the 14th July we rented a car as we had to get propane – all 3 bottles were empty – bad planning, plus do laundry and there is nowhere around Spanish Waters – and I was not washing sheets and towels by hand! So off we went, dropped off the laundry, got the propane and went to visit Hato Caves.

Hato Caves

Hato Caves is found along the northeastern end of Curacao, a very arid area. These caves were first used by the Arawack Indians and then the run away slaves. The Indians never went inside the caves, as they believed that undesirable spirits lived in them, but they used the outside walls for their drawings – petroglyphs. The runaway slaves hid in the caves and then were captured and returned to slavery with the caves being blocked from further use.

The guide explains how Curacao was thrust up from volcanic action below the sea bed thus the land we saw was I fact below the sea’s surface at one time therefore explaining all of the fossils of sea fans and such that can be seen in Curacao. The caves are large limestone caves with the usual stalactites and stalagmites. We had a very good tour through the caves, but were only able to take photos in certain areas as the caves and their inhabitants the bats are protected.

Petroglyphs

Following the cave tour we took a self guided tour of the grounds. Rhianna was our guide, reading the info to us in a very professional voice. We saw the petroglyphs – Ancient cave drawings, which are between 1200 to 1500 years old, many fossils and examples of the local foliage – cactus and brush which can withstand extremely dry conditions as is found in Curacao.

Westpunt – Watamula

For our second day with the car we headed towards Westpunt. We stopped at Watamula, which is on the shoreline. There we had our picnic lunch and explored. Again here the action of the sea is just amazing to watch as it pounds against the shore. There were many blowholes and other formations created by the erosive action of the sea. We walked a ways along towards the point, but didn’t want to go too far as we felt the car was quite vulnerable. (There is a major theft problem in Curacao)

From there we drove along the shoreline stopping at a few of the bay’s we had not previously visited. We were particularly impressed with Playa Grandi where there is the Alice in Wonderland dive site. We intend to return there to dive, enjoy the beach and spend the day with Gavin and Katie. We stopped at a few beaches to see what they were like and ended up swimming another bay Playa Jeremi where we had a lovely refreshing swim.

 Tug Boat Bay snorkel

Today we walked with Kay, off Bad Bunny, a Swedish single-handed, (person who sails boat by self) Soren, another couple, the fellow Leo was from Argentina and his girlfriend was from Brazil to the Tug Boat Bay. There we all went snorkeling off the tugboat dive site and along the shoreline and pylons. The water is just crystal clear, the corals very healthy and abundant, the fish are numerous and of many varieties. It was a wonderful snorkel, after which we enjoyed chatting while eating and sharing fruit amongst ourselves and with the iguanas.

PHOTO LINK —>> A quick visit to Curacao

We departed Bonaire and had a rolly 6-hour downwind sail to Curacao. We had left at 9am and we entering the entrance at 3:00pm.

Willemstad harbour

The entrance to Willemstad harbour is unique as it is a channel the Sint Anna Bay, which separates the Punda on one side and Otrobanda on the other side. The Sint Anna Bay, leads into the large natural harbour called the Schottegat, as well as the Scharloo and Pietermaai Smal quarters, which are across from each other on the smaller Waaigat harbour. There is a pontoon bridge at the entrance, which opens upon request. This is a huge pontoon bridge, is moved by what almost appears to be a large outboard engine.

After calling and requesting the pontoon bridge be opened we motored through and looked for customs and immigration. We had been informed by a cruising guide, which was the only info we had that in Curacao we first must check in with customs and immigration, plus get an anchoring permit by trying up at the main docks where the ships also go.

Checking in process/ordeal

So we looked and figured we would try the port authority dock 1st. No, not there, we were sent across the Chanel. We went across the Chanel and tied up to a disgusting ships dock. There we finally found immigration where we checked in. Upon leaving they mentioned that we might have to move Aeeshah as an oil tanker was arriving soon. Not seeing any oil tanker we walked along the Chanel side, as directed by the cruising guide, to the pontoon bridge, over it and down the other side to customs. There we were nearly finished when a call came in telling John he had to move the boat for this tanker. So out he goes leaving me to finish the process. I quickly followed him about 5 minutes later and had just crossed over the pontoon bridge to the other side when I saw him in Aeeshah coming down the Chanel. He signaled to me to walk along a bit where he would pick me up. John pulled in just behind the Scientologist Cruise ship: Fairwinds. This made coming along side number 3 times in an hour a record for us. John then set off up the dock to get our anchoring permit. Well it was 4:30 and they had already shut for the day.

We decided to head to Curacao Marine and go dockside for the night. Then the port authority called on VHF to tell us we had to stand by for the tanker that was approaching down the Chanel. We were directed stay along side until the all clear was given, this was a right nuisance, we wanted to get to Curacao Marine before it shut too.

So there we sat alongside the ships dock while a massive tanker pulled into customs, a great big tug pulled up right off our stern, huge freighter came down the Chanel being towed by a tug, pilot boats and tugs went by, more ships passed, on and on and not a word said to us. So we decided that would be our dock for the night. It was too late to proceed, we already had nasty black tire marks on Aeeshah’s port side and so we stayed the night on the Curacao customs dock. During the night the Scientologist cruise ship left, the cable ship left and so did the tanker. It is a very busy port. We were ready to leave dockside by 8:00am John called the Port Authority, they gave the all clear and we motored around the corner to

Curacao Marine.

We had booked a dock space for the month that we were away and they were ready for us. The dock space is not very large and we do hang off the stern and the bow does loom over the dock, but it is floating. The marina does have good wifi, security, services, excellent showers, but no laundry just a laundry service.

We deceived to hire a car so that we could get Chico to the pet hotel, “Pets and Cats”, do laundry, pick up supplies and drive to the airport. Into Willemstad we walked and hired from Budget a great car at an excellent rate.

Meanwhile Chico was being Chico the boat brat/cat. We had him harnessed and tethered to the boat but he slipped out of the harness 3 times. The second time John found it hanging off the side like he had fallen between boat and dock. Each time his slipped off we would frantically hunt for him. Each time he was on the neighbours boat checking it out like he owned the place. He wouldn’t let them pick him up to bring him back, he basically hissed at them like he was saying “Hisssofff!!! I’m doing what I want!!” They said they were fine with his antics, but by the third time we could tell it was a bit much. So he was confined down below or had to be supervised on deck. This meant I couldn’t get anything done.

So the day after we arrived Chico went with us to the pet hotel.Pets and Cats

The hotel is situated towards the other end – northern end, of the island in the middle of nowhere. We were quite hesitant as we drove through the scrub land passed dilapidated properties looking very inhospitable, then there was the place, looked nicely kept, but in the middle of the bush and cactus…….the owner Bryan greeted us and we went in the gate and WOW!! Its divided into areas for different animals. Chico is of course with the cats. Their building is a cottage it has an open wired in front garden with birdbath, tree limbs, gravel and various plants. Then in the open-faced building is a couple of rooms set up just for cats. Brightly painted boards/ladders run up and down to the ceiling where there are walkways and perches. There are toys, balls, containers for climbing in, beds, more branches to climb and a feed station. Really an excellent set up. At present there are 16 cats, but you hardly even see 6 – 8 of them as they are all tucked away on the perches, in the hides or on walkways.

I put down his cat box, opened the front, he tentatively started to climb out, some cats went to say hello, he told them to back off, but no really unfriendly hiss of cry. In fact he crept out and ended up exploring, never even bothered with us and when we left he seemed to be trying to play with one of the cats. The cats there vary from a Bengal, to a Mancoon, a water cat from Belgium and the regulars like Chico. We were happy to leave him and know he will have a fun time.

We had many chores to do before leaving; laundry alone took me half a day, as we had to find a laundry, which seems to be a rare find in Curacao. There are many dry cleaners and people seem to take their clothes there, which is very different to what we are used to. Well we tracked down a nice laundry, and got all the covers and other large boat items, bedding and clothes washed. We stocked up with all we need for our return with Ethan and Rhianna. We washed all the Bonaire dust off everywhere from rigging to decks to inside surfaces etc. We repaired, cleaned, stored and managed to get everything completed.

A quick drive around Curacao

On the Sunday before we left we took the day off and drove

to see some of the island. We found that it is an extremely dry, arid, rugged but low-lying terrain. The flora is mainly all the cactus and thorny plants one can imagine in type and size. It would be impossible to trek overland as the vegetation is formidable.

The shoreline is also formidable, rough and rocky. The few beaches we did drive to were down tracks over private property. The property owner charges a rate for you to use their access tracks. We could understand this, as there is upkeep, plus the people need some sort of income from the use of their property.

We checked out the Spanish Waters area where we will return to with the boat later in the summer. It looked very sheltered and nice.

We were both surprised by the amount of trash along the road/tracks. Many of the homes as well seemed to be drowning in mounds of trash, vehicles rusting out, appliances dumped and such. Or maybe there are many people in Curacao that are hoarders and can’t seem to get rid of anything? Maybe they do not realize how bad fit is for the environment that they depend on to treat it as a dump?

We are looking forward to visiting the ostrich farm, caves, aloe and cactus farms, the 2 national parks and all the forts and museums.

Overall Curaçao is very different from any other island we have visited. Maybe the closest to its type is Trinidad with all of the industry and oil, oh and trash. But Curacao is even more a hodge podge mix of so many cultures and types. There are over 55 different nationalities here. It is very colourful, lively, historically rich, but modern too.

We are both impressed with Willemstad, the architecture is wonderfully designed, colourfully painted. It has a wonderful market, alleyways everywhere, and very interesting shops selling everything imaginable I am looking forward to exploring when we return.

Bermuda

We arrived in Bermuda on the evening of June 2nd and then left for the UK on the 6th. Those few days back home were hectic to say the least. We had appointments of all sorts to sort out, family to visit with and just so much to try to catch up on.

Visit to the UK

PHOTO LINK–>> Visit to the UK

This visit to the UK was from the 6th to the 14th of June, but only 6 of those days were spent actually there as we had to fly via Boston, then a red eye to Heathrow going there and coming back we flew a red eye to JFK and back to Bermuda. To say it was an ordeal getting back is an understatement! JFK is a nightmare when arriving at 00:00 their time – 5:00am UK time. First we were delayed getting off the plane and then secondly faced with an hour and a half in the visitor’s line. Now that made us absolutely deadbeat and too late to go through to departures. So we had the delight of crashing out in the arrivals hall, on the hard cold floor for hours. Honestly we stretched out beside a window near the entrance along with all the other forgotten folk.

We had a lovely time in the UK. The major reason for going was John’s Dad Dick was very ill. He had fallen, hit his head and consequently suffered a bleed aka a stroke. The other reason to visit was John’s brother Alan was turning 60.

It was quite shocking at first visiting Dick as he had been so active and with it at the ripe old age of 93 and now he was bed bound, very weak, dreadfully tired, awfully skinny and quite unhappy. This was especially difficult for John, but he felt he was very Blessed to be able to visit with him. We spent time each morning and some afternoons with Dick and actually found that he was improving as each day passed. However maybe we were just adjusting to him?

Alan’s 60th Birthday was celebrated with an enjoyable evening at a Steak House. Alan’s family, wife Pat and daughter Harry were there too, plus John’s sister Lynda and her hubby Pete. It was a fun night! Just 2 of us were not yet 60 year olds.

John and I tried to have a walk each day. One day we walked in the grounds of the hotel we were staying at and along the bridle paths nearby. The hotel was called De Venues at Theobald’s Park and it was just wonderful except for the lousy wifi. It had been a stately home or estate home back in its heyday, and is now excellent accommodation. John just loved the buffet breakfast where he could get the full breakfast with large mushrooms.

Another day we went with Alan and Pat while Pat walked her Doggie Trails dogs. She runs a dog boarding and walking business and that day she had their own 2 plus 4 or 5 others. We walked around the grounds, woods and meadows of Trent Park where I used to go to college. Again it was another lovely sunny day and such a lovely walk.

London

We went into London and did urban hiking. We literally walked to as many sites as we could get to within the time we had, starting off by leaving Piccadilly heading to Charring Cross, along the River Thames all down Southside, back across the Millennium Bridge to St Paul’s Cathedral, back through Charring cross to Hyde Park, St James Park, passed the site for the Queens Birthday Parade to Buckingham Palace, where we saw Prince Charles arriving being escorted by all sorts of security.

By then it was time to head back as we were so very foot sore from pavement pounding. It had been a hot, (for England) day, very sunny and just lovely seeing all the architecture, sites and different types about.

We drove to Helen and Martins new house, (my niece and hubby), on the Friday afternoon and enjoyed seeing the countryside where they live, their lovely new house and having an excellent pub dinner too.

We managed a visit to Sean another brother and spent some time catching up one morning.

On the last day Sue and Brian, (John’s older sister and partner) drove back early from their Devon holiday to see us. This was a short visit but again excellent to get to spend time with them. It was a very enjoyable if quick visit to the UK and John is so very happy to have seen his Dad and all the rest of the family.

Chico 

We heard from Chico several times while we were away. He was having a grand time at his hotel. He had made friends, loved the toys and was getting along fantasticlly with the owner.

Bermuda again

LINK TO PHOTO ALBUM—>> Back in Bermuda

John and I had from the 15th of June until the 1st of July to complete 101 different projects back home in Bermuda. These ranged from painting the exterior of the house, to getting doctor visits for my Dad and us, to vets visits, to visiting our lawyer, to power washing …. The list seemed endless, however we really did complete nearly all the 101 tasks.

John was the main house painter. He also had some help from Ethan and then Ivan took 2 days from work too, plus Chrissie, Kate, Taze and I also pitched in at different times. It was not just a simple paint over, but the walls had to be scraped, cracks patched, dry lock applied and in areas 2 coats of blue applied. I’d say we are 80% finished and the place looks 100% better. It will be finished when we return.

My doctor appointments were multiplied when I had to undergo extra tests, but all went well and I was cleared for flight. After I arranged to return in August for more follow up testing, uck!! My Dad’s doctor appointments were a test of patience and endurance on my part. The main necessity was getting his ears cleaned and the hearing aids tuned/overhauled. This proved difficult, as he was not being cooperative, but again just before I left success was achieved and he can nearly hear …… Hurray!!

Katie had a Birthday celebration. As a family we gathered at Gavin and Katie’s place for a lovely barbecue and get together. The cake was extra special, as was made of iced donut balls from Glaze – the kids of all ages loved it.

We had a wonderful time at one of the Warwick coves one Sunday afternoon. Again we met there as a family group, had a lovely picnic lunch and enjoyed the beach, swimming in the surf and sunning on the sands. It truly is such a beautiful island home, beautiful Bermuda.

That evening we went to the Sea Breeze Restaurant at Elbow Beach with Chrissie, Ivan, Kate and Jae. There we had excellent selection of tapas and sushi and drinks overlooking another fabulous beach. It was a wonderful day and evening.

We met with friends Sue, Richard, son Mark and girlfriend Claire for an excellent curry at the best curry place ever, House of India. The food was amazing as always and we had an excellent time catching up after two years.

A few evenings before we left we had friends and family to the house for the annual gathering. It was excellent being able to catch up with those we had not seen for a year or two. A good evening was had by one and all.

So we again said goodbye to Bermuda, friends and family, but next time we return it will be for much longer. We realize we need to spend some time at home, we have a grand baby arriving, the family feels neglected and the property needs tending to. A special thanks to Katie who supplied Admiral’s Club passes for our 7 hour layover in Miami Airport. The kids/teens were very happy as seen here.

“Then followed that beautiful season…Summer…  Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.”  – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from “Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie”

“Wherever we want to go, we’ll go. That’s what a ship is, you know. It’s not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. That’s what a ship needs. But what a ship is, what it really is, is freedom.” author unknown

PHOTO LINK –>>  St Croix, awaiting weather window

We are still here in St Croix

awaiting a weather window to cross to Bonaire and Curacao. How long has it been? Well we arrived in St Croix April 22^nd and it’s May 13^th. Finally we think that this Friday 15^th will be the magic day as all looks good for the weather to moderate.

As previously noted in last month’s rambles, we started off in Fredrickstad where we enjoyed a week, met some new friends and walked the byways. Our new friends are Pam and Andy off of Grace. They are new to the cruising world having just left St Thomas where they had purchased Grace and spent 5 months getting her ready to cruise. Pam is an artist who would spend time ashore painting, lovely, small, oil paintings of the landscape. So fellow cruisers if you see Grace, give Pam and Andy a shout.

Christiansted instead

The weather started to blow from the southeast and as this causes an uncomfortable roll in Fredickstad so we decided to go to Christiansted instead. There we anchored in our usual area off of Gallows Bay, thinking it would be for just a short while, but here we still are to be found.

Many odd chores have been accomplished. John has fitted a new electrical 12-volt outlet in the cockpit for his iPad and iPhone so he can now charge and use them while underway. He has installed a new bilge pump, we now have 5 installed.

He put a new water pump in the engine; a new through hole in the lazaret/garage as the other was cracked, and accomplished many other odds and ends. We purchase 2 full sets of scuba gear ready for the diving in Bonaire. Meanwhile I worked on all my photos, website pages, sewing repairs, tidying cupboards and such, and also did odd repair jobs.

Most days we would get off the boat and walk somewhere, be it around the town, to the shops or just through the small grungy parkland next to the anchorage.The highlight of the walk in the park was finding a wild peacock with a beautiful plumage, just sitting in a tree.

Chico

passed the time in his usual fashion, being very involved with the engine work by insisting on checking the engine compartment, climbing into any new opening, grabbing any loose bits to roll them down the drains or to fly over board. Yes, his favorite game is to pick up loose receipts, post its, anything small and light, (even $ notes of any value). He carries them usually onto the deck and enjoys chasing them while they fly off in the breeze. Invariably these objects end up in the water, he then looks over the side, shrugs his shoulders and proceeds to go down below to root around for more. He has stripped the notice board, been caught with a $5 note and lost most of his toys. I normally look for feathers when we go ashore and bring them back for him to let fly. This just makes his day!! As mentioned if the object is round he will play golf. He learned some time ago how to pull up the mesh over the drains in the cockpit with his front claws. He then taps the round object around the cockpit until, ooooppps into the hole it goes. He will then proceed to stick his leg down, peer down and look almost proud of his accomplishment. One evening we had friends onboard. The guy Joe who opened a bottle of red wine gave the cork to Chico to play with, well before I even finished telling him what would happen Chico had that cork down the drain hole! Gone just like that! No one there could believe their eyes.

Anyway John put a halt to that game by screwing the mesh to the hole.

Our first Friday night in Christiansted was a Jump Up.

This was to kick off the International Captain Morgan Ironman 70.3 that was being held. “The swim begins on the beach at the Hotel on the Cay and follows a large triangular course. It’s a loop through Christiansted Harbour with a finish at the wharf area. The crowning feature of this race is the legendary climb on the bike course, appropriately named “The Beast.” Once you’ve conquered it, you’ll never look at a hill the same way again.“ This race offers 30 qualifying slots for the IRONMAN 70.3 World Championship.

We went to the Jump Up and met up with Pam, Andy and Joe for a short while. We walked the streets, watched a pan band, the fire dancers, the Mocko Jumbies. We enjoyed a roti and John had his favorite drink, rum with freshly squeezed cane juice, I enjoyed vodka with freshly poured coconut milk. It was a fun evening.

Captain Morgan Ironman

We watched the Captain Morgan Ironman race on the Sunday, well we missed most of the swim as they started at 6am and although they were swimming not far from the boat it really was not easy to see. Anyway we followed the bikes and the runners. It was unbelievable how fast the professionals were! I have never seen anything like it. They bike like maniacs, jump off barefoot at a run pushing the bike to the enclosures area to grab shoes and dress and are off at a full paced run. The winner was Matt Chrabot from USA; he completed it in 04:09:57 and was in way ahead of the second placed fellow Richie Cunningham also from USA. These guys weren’t even tired when they finished!!

We hired a car

A really fun day was when we hired a car and did an island tour. 1st heading to

Salt River Bay

where we hoped to visit the remains of a fort and a village, but all we found was a car park, a beach, a National Park sign and lots of trash.

Our route then took us along the North Shore scenic road. There are some lovely beaches and the view from the road across the bays was excellent. Cane Bay was very beautiful.

The Treball Trail and Tide Pools

Upon reaching the very end of the road we found the Turtle Bay Beach Resort where you can get access to the famed Tide Pools. The guard at the gate directed us to the pathway called The Treball Trail. This trail actually starts behind the car park above the resort. It winds its way uphill, downhill along ledges above cliffs and finally comes out at a rocky beach. The trail is 2.7 miles long and we took 50 minutes to reach the rocky beach. It is a very enjoyable trail to hike as it is shaded and has some fantastic viewpoints where you can see the shoreline for miles.

At the rocky beach, which itself is just beautiful, wild and rough, we walked to the far end wondering where are these tide pools?  John disappeared across the rugged rocks at the end and around the corner, when I finally caught up I found him floating in a beautiful lagoon/tide pool. It took little encouragement for me to strip off and join him.

The pool was wonderfully refreshing after our hike. We were fortunate to be the only ones at the pools, we had passed a few groups that were hiking back from the pools and we had the pools all to ourselves. After our dip we set off back the way we had come making the return 2.7 miles in just 42 minutes, quite a fast pace considering the rugged terrain and steep up hills.

Point Udall

From the tide pools we drove to Fredricksted for lunch, having a very nice lunch in Polly’s. After lunch we drove towards the eastern end of St Croix. The road leads right to the very end of the island along the northern shoreline. It is all wild scrubland and small sandy bays, quite lovely. At the very end we found Point Udall, which marks the easternmost point in the United States. We could see that there were some great hiking trails at this end of St Croix, but the day was getting late and we were quite tired so back to the boat we headed.

Crossing to Bonaire

PHOTO LINK —>> Crossing to and in Bonaire

After checking out in the morning we started out on our passage to Bonaire at 2:00pm 15/05/15, but only made it as far as Fredricksted, St Croix. Why? We both agreed that it was better to wait one day as John felt the weather for our arrival there would be more settled on the Tuesday than the Monday. Plus there was very little wind, which would mean a very slow start to a long trip.

Fredricksted

Fredricksted is a lovely anchorage, that evening there was a jazz concert ashore so we were able to spend the evening enjoying the sounds of music from the shore while reading and relaxing.

Off we sped from Fredericksted at 12:00 16/05/15. We had gone ashore in the morning and stretched our legs, enjoyed the waterfront and had a brunch at Polly’s. It is a very nice restaurant on the sea front.

1st 24 hours

I was just pleased that the first day was out of the way. I hadn’t been sick, but nor had I been comfortable. The beginning was relatively easy with steady winds and moderate seas. The evening brought swells that were more behind us and winds that were lighter plus a current against us so it was slow and very uncomfortable rolly polly, like being in a washing tub and not a wonderful start.

John relieved me early for his midnight to 4am shift and then he let me have another extra hours rest. That was lovely of him as really sleep was neither easy nor deep. He had snoozed through the time, as it was so quiet, so he said. What he meant was there were no ships. There was just nothing about. The first ship was spotted at noon today, so 1 ship in 24 hours. There have been some birds, lots of flying fish, but no whales or Dolphins.

2nd 24 hours

Passed quicker and seemed much better. I felt only tired and supposed that is to be expected. My 8pm – 12am shift again was cut short by John coming up around 11:30pm. I was very relieved as my eyes kept shutting. The shift went well, only 1 ship that passed very quickly some 3 miles off our bow. I listened to my audio book “The Stolen Dog” which as books go is ok, but for something to do other than read it is great. Once I had gone below the weather deteriorated so that it was much rougher and windier for John. I was being thrown around on the bed, but being so tired I slept even while being tossed around. At one stage I was thrown across the “bed” but just went back to sleep. Poor John had a hard night watch as he had to try to be comfortable, stay awake and monitor everything too.

Today was a lovely day. From when John called me at 5:30, (he let me sleep longer again), through the morning it was a peaceful sail. The seas were about 4-5 feet and the wind averaging 15-20 knots. We just slid through the water. It meant John got a good rest for most of the morning. We only have 80 odd miles to go! Yippee!!

3rd, 24 hours

These 24 hours were even easier. The night watch for me was a breeze, I listened to my audio book looked out and time flew by. I had smooth seas and wind of 15 – 20 knots, which on a beam reach is very smooth. The weather later on that last night was at times very windy on John’s watch and he had to reef the jib. However I slept through it all, as it was smooth, fast sailing. Actually John had to try to slow the boat down as the speed reached 9.3 knots.

We could clearly see Bonaire at dawn and arrived at the perfect time. Our sail into the Kralendijk Harbour was amazing, smooth and fast we were attached to the mooring by 10:00am. Remembering what a HUGE obstacle this crossing represented to me as I had never done more than 2 nights in a row…..well not any more……I’m up for anything now, well nearly anything.

Kralendijk Bonaire

Bonaire is very different from what I expected. The main Harbour is where you get a mooring and the only place. There is no anchoring, as it is all National Park Reserve. The water is clear, clear, clear, crystal clear. The moorings are just off of the front which runs along the shoreline of Kralendijk. The bottom is all sandy and at about 50 feet from shore the reef starts, its quickly slopes off to deep blue where the reef wall runs all around Bonaire. Kralendijk harbour is one long sea front where there are colorful homes, restaurants, stores and such. The swim clubs practice right there along the shoreline in the Harbour. One can see Parrotfish swimming along the shoreline reefs on the front, sea birds of all types flying, baitfish jumping and all right around and in the mooring field.

The feel of the island so far is very European, it is Dutch, with a distinct Spanish/Venezuelan influence, but there is a distinct French flavor too. Plus you have the West Indian mix added as well which makes a real potpoui. The food reflects this with amazing breads, cheeses, ice creams, wines, savory sausages, meats and your regular peas and rice and cassava dishes too. The little stores are so very European to look at, but colourfully Spanish and Caribbean.

We have managed to explore a small part of the town, walked to the all-important grocery store, checked out the marina area and made inquiries about diving. We are both very impressed with Bonaire. The only negative is the dust. It is a dry, dry, island with winds normally blowing over 20k and blowing directly onto the mooring field sooooo, ruddy/bloody dust is constantly collecting everywhere. However this is a minor inconvenience in life, we tell ourselves.

We are looking forward to our summer explorations of Bonaire.

I had been experiencing a problem with one of my teeth and so visited a local Dental Clinic. Amazing, the consultation, x-ray, with super modern equipment and young staff only cost $49.00. Then the 2 prescriptions were and added $11.79. Just incredible I would be paying a good 4xs that at home! Anyway as my jaw was too sore to dive we hired a scooter for the day.

Scooter for the Day

We headed south, (flat side of island), along the “roadway” that took us by the salt pans. This salt operation is massive!! It has to be seen to be believed. There are huge ponds that are systematically farmed/raked for salt. The salt is then in massive piles ready to be exported on ships overseas. The salt farming was started way back in the 1600s when everywhere was totally dependent on salt to preserve food. The Dutch started the saltpans in Bonaire after they were driven out of Venezuela by the Spanish.

Bonaire was known as the White Hell as the criminals; rebellious and or runaway slaves were punished by being sent to Bonaire. These slaves would have to stand in the concentrated salt water with bare feet all day working the saltpans. After a full day’s work in their salty wet clothes they then crawled into primitive, self-made huts of leaves. Upon looking sat the sparse foliage John and I couldn’t imagine what they had used. It truly was HELL! The stone slave huts, which still stand today, were only built 13 years before the abolition of slavery in 1863. Looking at those huts for the 1^st time I was truly saddened to think people had to live/survive in them.

The salt ponds/pans were divided into sections and each section had an obelisk of a different colour on the shoreline in order to be identified by the approaching ships. They were the colours of the Dutch flag, red, white and blue. The obelisks too still stand today. The slave women would crouch down while 2 males lowered a fully laden basket of salt upon their heads. These women then had to walk along narrow planks of a platform to the waiting ship. There 4 men would be required to raise the basket onto the ships deck. Incredibly the women used to sing, “Man pa maket’i Maria” which translated means: Give a hand to the basket of Maria. It is now a lullaby.

The salt ponds/pans today are owned and run by Cargill an American company they stretch for miles, way off into the distance. Their colours vary from beige/mustard, pink, to white to pale bluish hues, starkly contrasting to the deep turquoise and blues of the sea close by.

Wild flamingos

We stopped to see the wild flamingos whenever we saw them in the salt ponds along the way. They are wild and Bonaire protects them, this is reflected in their numbers, which have steadily increased. Flamingos really are beautiful to see in the wild wading in the shallow waters or soaring overhead.

Lac Bay

Further along the southwestern shore is an area reserved for the kite boarders. They were out there flying around on and above the water. There must always be action cause it is sooo windy here, all the time. Riding along the eastern shore we reached an area called Lac Bay. This is a shallow bay where the wind surfers practice their sport. Again the wind surfing athletes were flying around. This area also has a large mangrove reservation, which is managed by the park service.

We cut across the island and went for lunch in Kralendijk. Driving across the interior there is just the occasional “homestead” set back in the thorny, dusty, dry wilderness. I for one could not live there.

Washington-Slagbaai Park

After a very nice lunch along the front we set off again this time for the northern end where the “highlands” are seen in the distance.

We rode along the western shoreline, which took us along a very narrow lane, right at the rocky shoreline. It is quite lovely, really more like a desert landscape, cactus, thorny plants and brush, a rocky hillside riddled with caves with the beautiful turquoise sea at its other side.

We reached the end of the line at BOTEC, an oil storage facility where we could see 2 massive oil tankers were either dropping off or picking up oil. This northern end has the Washington-Slagbaai Park.

The highland peaks reach about 800 feet. There are also massive salt pond lakes. We could not enter as you would need a jeep or truck to deal with the tracks, but we could look across the area and it was amazing. Such a contrast of colours, textures and incredibly wild, quite surrealistic. Again we saw flamingoes, there were all types of birds everywhere I even saw a pair of the local parrots. The park is alive with wildlife despite it being so dry and inhospitable for people. We could see excellent hiking trails and look forward to exploring further this summer.

Rincon

Rincon was the next brief stop. This is the original settlement and has the old architecture from days gone by. Again looking at the “homesteads” and “farms” which they are said to be, I could not imagine chipping out a life there. They farm goats, cactus for liquor and aloe. It must be an incredibly hard way of life.

We had an excellent day touring Bonaire. There is still more to see when we return

Diving at Klein Bonaire

Finally we, rather I, had my 1^st dive with the new gear. We took the dingy to Klein Bonaire loaded with our gear. It was a rough crossing and not to be repeated on windy days. Really we need to take Aeeshah. I admit I was very nervous as putting on allll that gear in the rocking, rolling, bouncing dingy is quite challenging.

Anyway geared up we went in and it was fabulous. The water is so clear, visibility is brilliant, and the corals are abundant, flourishing and plentiful. All types and colours of fish were to be seen. The dive sites start off of the sandy shallows by the beach, about 10 – 15 feet and then slopes steadily down to deep depths off a wall which reaches 200 – 300 feet. It really is quite amazing!! I enjoyed the dive tremendously and am looking forward to more. And there are 100s of dive sites all around Bonaire and Klein Bonaire. Lots to be done this summer.

“The greatest boundaries that we face in our lives are very often the ones we ourselves create in our minds.  – Ellyn Spragins

“Change is the essence of life.”  – Anatole France