|The next area we'll be sailing with a bit of a modification ...the chart is taken from the book Cruising Ports the Central American Route, written by Capt. Pat Rains.|
|A little chart to show the layout or our first stop.....|
|A long dirt road...ha ha|
|A bunch of bananas and three kids..off we go!|
One arrived while we were still on the truck...so we jumped off and ran for it...they like you to get on at the back door..don't know why...and then a chap comes around and takes a US$1 or 20 Cordobas off you for the trip of 35 miles...
|A playground packed with swings and things.|
|The way they transport beef...|
|A slice of watermellon anyone?|
|The commercial centre of Chinandega. It's always like this.|
|Loading the bus for the trip back..not our stuff.|
|Loading in bricks for someone's home...|
|An empty milk urn going back to the farmer to be refilled and ferried back to town in the morning.|
|A local home..built without the aid of bricks.. ;-)|
|An amazing feat!|
|The customs man with Slippy our snake...|
|Clean the ash off!|
So as David was already wet from the reefing he went forward to retie the straps. It didn't take him long. I was going to make the flags on this trip, but I've only managed to get about 2.5 hours sleep and the boat is still bouncing around like a toy duck in the bath, so I'll wait till we're at anchor, which means I won't be able to do any painting either...oh well enforced loafing :-). Yesterday I made Spaghetti Bolognese for lunch and I also baked David a cheese cake. During my watch even with us bouncing around I managed to cook down a topping sauce out of two canned peaches, some peach juice and sugar. This I applied to the cheese cake so that when he came up for his watch he had a good sugar hit to indulge in. :-D. In the early hours, at sunrise I was woken up by a metallic clanging sound, I had not heard that before, then I heard the braai's lid being shifted. I got up to take a look and David was sitting in the saloon doing the log. I told him about it and he went to investigate. He came back moments later...we had ridden over a 'long line' and somehow instead of it slipping under us it had managed to come aboard and was wrapped around the roller furller, the mast and it had knocked the braai's lid off. David had to cut it, there was no other way to free us. Long lines are miles long stretching across the top of the water with hundreds of baited hooks hanging from them. Some of these hooks had fixed themselves to the genoa and other various parts of the boat.
|The long line wrapped around the roller furling genoa..what a mess.|
|Another chart from Capt Rains's book.|
|Hove-to...to retie the dinghy..|
On Monday we changed the position of the dinghy, Flea, to the port side and on the deck, hoping that she would travel better there. Just as we were finishing the job, a fast panga cruised up with two men wearing uniforms and POLICE printed on them. They wanted to know where we'd come from and where we were headed...We asked them about the wind outside this incredibly calm and protected anchorage, and the one guy said "no mucho vente", and the other said "si mucho vente" ha ha so there you have it, two guys in the same boat and you get differing reports of the weather. Then off they went. A few minutes later we were ready too, so we hoisted the main, lifted the anchor and motored out ....hhhmmmmmmmm...the waves were about 2.5 to 3 feet high and close together and we had to go into them. Still, it wouldn't be for long and then we could turn South and have those waves behind us.
Bliss Bliss I love down wind sailing...well we weren't actually down wind but close enough! The seas followed us instead of hitting into us, and the wind rose to 20 knots True. Soon we were flying along at 7 knots! What FUN! We came to a section where we could sail around the outside of the various islands or sail through them.
|Sailing up to the gap..|
|A shot of the whole chart plotter...|
|The different speeds...|
|The 4 masted cruise ship that anchored out of Playa Coco.|
|Mikes Book... :-)|