Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Charlotte Amalie, USVI
18.20.072N
64.55.483W

Another productive day!

While Dale studied the boom and the how and where to run the main sheet, I lowered the dink and started cleaning the rust stains on the starboard side and worked my way down the side until the rain forced me to stop.  By that time, I was tired anyway. 

Gerry and Nicky came over shortly after that, so that the guys could replace the main sheet.  Although Dale had reviewed Utube videos from the maker of the boom and eventually called the installer of the boom, it became evident that this was not going to be a simple job.  It took them the better part of the day and they finally resolved the problem of not being able to run the line without jamming until they removed the pullies at both ends of the boom (one being riveted in place) and used every tool on both boats (including my straightened out clothes hanger with a hook at the end and Gerry’s shop vac) to complete the job.  Once done, I rewarded them both with ice water and chocolate chip cookies.  When completed, they had just enough time for Dale to catch 40 winks and Gerry to take a shower before Dale and I went over to Opal (Gerry and Nicky’s boat) for dinner. 

In the meantime, I ordered Dale’s prescriptions via a mobile app (that only works in the US; mainland or territories) and tried once again to clear up the issue of having an Experian app to lock our credit report while out of the country.  The long and short of it, I had to unlock the app for a week so that Dale can straighten out his Social Security/Medicare issues.)

While the guys were working on the boom earlier in the day, Nicky and I had divided the tasks and had formulated a dinner of chicken kabobs, sausages, Hasselback potatoes, salad and chocolate chip cookies. However, when Dale and I arrived, Gerry was elbow deep in his cockpit transom, trying to figure out why his generator had suddenly stopped.  The Tinker Twins were on it again!  Together they attacked the problem of non existent water cooling and by the time dinner was ready they had figured out the problem and corrected it (something to do with an impeller). 

It was a great dinner and one that was devoured with relish (for some reason, fresh air and sunshine makes you ravenous).  When Dale and I first left the Palace for Opal we had noticed smoke on the shore but really didn’t think too much about it.  By the end of the evening, there were a multitude of fire engines being police escorted from what looked like the airport to the ship terminal directly in front of us.  Not sure what was ablaze but it was becoming the talk of our evening. 

Gerry and Nicky caught up with Abigail, their daughter back in Australia, and apparently, things are just as crazy there as they are here.  Nothing on the shelves, people getting in fights over toilet paper and hand sanitizer and again, the world on edge and going crazy rather quickly.  We decided that being on boats, not within easy swimming distance, was probably the safest place to be during these times of stress and uncertainty.

Tomorrow, we’re hoping to either get our batteries that Dale ordered yesterday or go shopping for groceries (if any are to be found).  In either event, neither task will be an easy undertaking.  As always, wish us luck. 

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Charlotte Amalie, USVI
18.20.072N
64.55.483W

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Today was not only busy but also productive.  Gerry and Nicky came over about 9 am and then the boys took off for marine chandleries while Nicky and I caught up some more.  Also, I was tasked with contacting the marina we had intended to stay at during hurricane season as neither one of our boats had heard back from our original correspondences.  I was able to call the marina we had chosen, but I was directed to once again use the website to complete the reservation paperwork.  I sent an e-mail to them as I was directed.  Then, just to make sure we were covered, I contacted a second marina to have a Plan B, but this time, I was told that Trinidad was closed to any non-nationals until further notice.  The first marina had never mentioned that little tidbit.  Now what?  Since, there was nothing more I could do in that direction, I put it aside hoping that things will sort itself out by June.  I’ll keep sending e-mails. 

In the meantime, I could tell where the guys were by the pinging on my telephone detailing each purchase where our credit card had been used.  At about 11am, we thought we heard the guys returning but instead we were being hailed by Gene and Renee off Texas Crewed who are in the next harbor over with Rum Truffel. It was great to introduce some of our oldest friends to our newest friends.  Once the guys did return, we all decided to head into town for Roti’s.  Dale had a hankering for Roti’s the way I had for pinchos.  Roti’s are an East Indian street fare.  Sort of like curried chicken and potatoes in a burrito type of wrap.  They were delicious.  Then we all crossed the street to the tea shop to have tea for the ladies and beer for the guys.  Mine was a blend of green tea, white tea, mint and jasmine teas.  It was delicious and needed no sweetner.  I might have to go back there again. 

After that, we waddled back to our dinks and back to our boats.  Dale and Gerry ran the new line for the jib halyard but had a hard time trying to figure out the main sheet as it had to run through the bottom of the roller furling boom.  Apparently, the fish tape would only go so far before it would jam up.  So that task got put aside as well. 

Dale was able to order new batteries for the boat.  He had considered purchasing them before we left but I dragged my feet on it thinking that they hadn’t been used that much regardless of how old they were.  I was proven wrong and before they really go into the dumper, he wanted them replaced while we can at a reasonable price. 

The next task came about because Gerry and Nicky had seen a line coming from the bottom of our boat when they originally approached us in the morning, so once they returned to their boat, Dale grabbed a knife and jumped in to see what he could do to cut it loose.  He was able to get the majority of it off but there was a portion tightly wound around the shaft of the propeller that he couldn’t cut off no matter which direction he chose to attack it from.  As the prop was turning freely, he elected to leave the last bit on.  We’ll see what happens next on that decision.  Hopefully it will wear off and disappear.  If not, we’ll try a different approach when we have the boat hauled for bottom paint. 

We ended the day heading into the cruise dock terminal where we had dinner at a sports bar.  There are no cruise ships, so we might as well take advantage of it.  As it was pub fare and placed in to-go bags, we figured this was how they were getting around the “no more than 10, 25, 50” (depending upon which news you listened to) people in a gathering.  They couldn’t help it if we all decided to sit and eat at their tables.  We did notice that the police did come and speak with the bar tender but no action was taken with regard to moving us all along. 

Tomorrow will be more of the same, trying to check off as many items of our to do list as possible.  Until then . . .

Monday, March 16, 2020

Charlotte Amalie, USVI
18.20.072N
64.55.483W

Look at where we are!  Let’s see; where to start this saga.  How about a quick lesson in sailing tactics? 

We knew that north winds were predicted for the next 3-4 days once we arrived in Boqueron.  This fit our plans to head to Ponce on the south side of the Puerto Rican island.  With the island between us and the howling north wind, as long as we stayed within a couple of miles of the shoreline, we would be protected and have relatively flat seas in which to motor sail.

Cabo Roja, PR

When we hoisted anchor at 6:30 am on Sunday morning, we intended to motor sail in these calm conditions to Ponce.  At any other time, this would have been rather an aggressive undertaking but in these conditions, it was perfect.  In fact, instead of arriving in the mid to late afternoon, we arrived just after 1pm. 

Dale tried several times on different channels to hail Ponce Yacht Club to request permission to enter and obtain fuel and a slip for the night.  This was met with no response.  As there were many boats out and about in the area, we took the chance and simply pulled into the marina and up to the fuel pier.  We saw a couple of men standing by the fueling pumps, so we maintained our approach.  Then just as we arrived, one went into the building and returned, gloved up and wearing a mask!  We were able to refuel but were refused a slip as they were no longer taking any new transients who had been in the country for less than 2 weeks.  We were informed that no marina on the entire island would be accepting newcomers.  We paid for our fuel and a bag of ice and decided that with the great conditions, we would continue on to Rosey Roads to see if they were still open to retired military personnel. 

About an hour and a half later, while Dale was monitoring the water maker, an alarm went off at the helm station that sounded for all it was worth like an Amber Alert back home—only longer—and what seemed like much louder.  It was a startling noise and one I couldn’t make sense of.  I checked the chart plotter, all of the helm instruments, yelled down to Dale to come look but he hadn’t even heard the noise, which was now silent.  No clues as to what the alarm was indicating. 

About an hour after that, we got a text from Gerry and Nicky that Puerto Rico had, for all intents and purposes, been closed.  It said:

To all cruisers sailors and maritime industry partners in Puerto Rico:  CBP is open and ports are open to private vessels for the time being.  The only entity allowed to shut down entrance to a port is the US Coast Guard.  The local government has shut down certain docks to prevent entrance of cruise ships and some commercial vessels.  Private vessels are still allowed entrance at the discretion of Customs and Border Patrol which continues to operate at regular hours.

However, please be aware that there is a lockdown and only essential service personnel is allowed to be in the streets after 9PM.  Restaurants, bars, tourism attractions and all other non essential businesses will be closed as of today at 6PM until March 30, 2020.  During the day, you are only allowed on the streets if you are going to the grocery store, doctor’s, pharmacy or picking up food from a carry out/delivery restaurant.  Cruise ships are not allowed to come into Puerto Rico.  I urge you to call into the marina or port well before your entry to confirm any new changes or restrictions.  The situation is changing rapidly.  Be safe. 

When I picked up my phone to read this, I saw that the alarm I had previously been startled by, was in fact, an Emergency Notice, stating that the governor of Puerto Rico had enacted this curfew. 

I guess you can say that this is the closest that I ever want to get to martial law.  Dale and I made the immediate decision that with the favorable conditions, to continue through the night to St. Thomas and regroup with Gerry and Nicky to take on the world. 

Remember the last time I posted, I had climbed on my soap box and shouted for all to hear that I thought this was a lot of hype!  Fate, Karma, or God’s sense of humor, has a way of putting you in your place from time to time.  Consider me properly chastised. 

With the decision made, it was only a matter of placing a few more waypoints into the chart plotter and then aiming for the second star to the right and continuing on until morning. 

Eye in the Sky

Most of the afternoon and the late evening were perfect.  However, once we came out from the protection of Puerto Rico, Vieques, Culebra or Culebrita, the wind would howl, the sails would strain, the auto pilot would be over taxed, the boat would start pounding and the last 5 hours of our trip were just down right miserable.  In fact, about 10 pm, our mail sheet gave way, so we turned into the wind, lowered our sails so that Dale could climb on the hard top to secure the boom from swinging.  We had already noticed that our jib halyard was starting to stretch to the point where the clutch couldn’t hold it tight once it was raised, so we added it and the broken main sheet to our growing list of things to be addressed once we landed somewhere. 

South Coast of PR

About 10 am Monday morning, we began our way into the entrance of Charlotte Amalie.  Gerry and Nicky hailed us on the radio saying that they could see us entering but that they were in fact, just leaving to go refuel.  Whoa!  We’re too close for you to get out of our sight now.  Although Dale was exhausted, I managed to talk him into topping off our tank as well.  I liken this to being prepared for hurricanes well before they arrive on your doorstep.  If we’re already fueled, we don’t have to get in line in case we have to move quickly for whatever reason. 

After that, we followed them back to the anchorage, circled around until we found just the right spot, dropped our anchor in 26’ of water and settled in.  Again, I talked an exhausted Dale into adding the kellet to the anchor arrangement as we had to use a rather short scope in this very crowded anchorage.  As the winds are piping up this evening, I feel better that we have a bit more weight to hold us in place. 

Gerry and Nicky appeared shortly thereafter with sodas and beer to welcome us to the neighborhood and a quick catch up before making a courteous retreat so that we could dive below for hot showers and a couple of hours rest. 

So now you know why we are in St. Thomas instead of Puerto Rico.  Dale and Gerry have already started making plans for repairs, purchasing parts, mailing parts back to the US, and basically, all of the things we were going to do in Puerto Rico, which we will now do here.  Gerry and Nicky are very well acquainted with this area as they have been here going on 2 months, cooling their jets waiting for us to finally show up, so now they are our guides to all places wonderful:  like Price Smart, Home Depot, marine chandleries and all of the best and least expensive places to eat. 

What can I say?  We’re alive, well, and all of our plans going forward, are firmly entrenched in jello.  Daily we’re hearing of more and more islands, limiting or out right closing their borders to cruisers.  I really don’t know where that will leave us but among the 4 of us, we should be able to tackle anything that we might encounter.   As always, wish us luck. 

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Boqueron, Puerto Rico
18.01.314N
67.10.789W

We made it!  Wahoo!  Puerto Rico, finally! 

As we approached our waypoint for Boqueron at the 5am shift change, we picked a place on the chart to drop our sails and then motored into the anchorage at ultra slow speed waiting for the sun to come up.  Dale took the time in the early rays to coil and tidy up the lines and then we made like the African Queen and putt putted into the harbor.  By the time we were close enough to chose an anchoring spot, the sun was rising and we were able to see that with the exception of a couple of small sailboats very close to shore, we were the only cruising boat in the harbor.  I found it odd as the last time we were here, there were probably 30-40 boats. 

We did our usual anchor routine and once we felt secure, turned off the engines and watched to make sure we weren’t going anywhere. 

Dale was first to use the hot water for a shower while I started sending out messages to let everyone know that we had made it safely.  Then I downloaded an app that Gerry and Nicky had told us about that the Customs and Border Protection Agency has for checking in.  It was a bit problematic putting in all of the information in the beginning as I don’t like leaving my camera, microphone and GPS info on in my phone but once I figured out how to access all of the accessories, checking in was a breeze.  During the telephone interview, I was cautioned not to take any food off the boat and to check in advance of our next stop to make sure the marinas were actually opened and I was asked if everyone onboard was healthy.  These last questions set the tone for the remainder of the day.

Now that we were officially checked in, secure, tidy and our friends and family knew that we had arrived, we laid down for naps.  Dale had no problem but I found once you get into a rhythm of sleeping for only a couple of hours and then wide awake, that continues for a bit.  It was enough to refresh ourselves, so once Dale was up, he was raring to go. 

By this time, the normal wave action had begun, so when we released the dinghy from the davits, it swung wildly from side to side getting more and more uncontrollable with each swing.  Dale grabbed it from the side and I from the top, we were finally able to get in under control long enough to drop it into the water.

We struggled into it (with Dale commenting that it had been since George Town that we had to climb from the Palace into the dink) and then took off for town and Pinchos!  I found myself eagerly anticipating the taste of the garlic butter chicken pieces on a stick the roadside vendors sell. 

Unfortunately, that was just a day dream.  We motored into what had been a community dock only to find it barely standing.  We motored over to a more stable dock but there was a gate on it that was locked, so although we could tie up the boat, we couldn’t get from the dock to town or back without a swim.  So we tried motoring down towards the marina at the opposite end of the harbor.  Again, no dinghy docks, locked gates and no one offering any suggestions.  At that point, we decided that we were no longer welcome in Boqueron, so we headed back to the Palace where I was (apparently) in a less than happy mood. I think I was just hungry.

To keep myself entertained, I started catching up on all of the emails I had sent out earlier.  Gerry and Nicky had just learned that the BVIs are requiring a 24 hour advance notice to enter; they are in the USVIs and had not learned how this was actually supposed to happen but that the powers that be had closed some of the outlying entry points to stream line those checking in to those in the larger more congested areas.  Then Gene and Renee sent word that they had heard Ponce was closing their marina to any new boats coming in.  Dale got on the phone and tried calling but could only get in touch with the security guard, whose English was limited but we were told to come on in and call when we got there.  OK, we can do that.  We have to go in that direction anyway.  I just don’t like the idea of using fuel if there’s no possibility of getting more where we’re headed.  Some of my cruising sites are talking about various countries (that we intend to visit) are closing their ports to arriving vessels, if said vessel had been in a previous country with the virus. 

OK enough!  This is getting ridiculous!  I’m not saying that its not serious but come on folks, it’s the flu!  More people are killed in car accidents in the US in a year than all of the people around the world have been killed by this virus.  My kids have always said that I was a germaphobe anyway because of the way I use hand sanitizer frequently, so I find all of this more than I can understand.  Use soap and water, cover your mouth when you cough, go to bed if your sick; all the things I tried to instill in my little ones is just common sense in my mind. 

So now I’ll come off my soap box to say that tomorrow morning bright and early, we’ll move farther east to Ponce, or the anchorage outside of Ponce to see if we can come in, take on fuel or get handed our hats.  See ya’ll later. 

Friday, March 13, 2020

At Sea, Day 2
Along the Dominican Republic and
Across the Mona Passage
18.39.694
67.54.865W

Thank heavens the conditions were better than forecasted.  We motor sailed during most of the time in light winds and then . . . we turned off the engines, raised the jib and sailed when the winds filled in.  Again, nothing but big (sometimes 10-12’) well spaced swells to raise us up to view what was over the next swell and then back down.

Day 2, At Sea, Dominican Republic

Sometime around 5pm, we heard our first USCG radio transmission blasting out from San Juan.  I can’t tell you how happy that made us feel.  Dale let out with a whoop!   It was as if we were being welcomed home and then comforting to know that if something awful happened, help was only a radio call away.  We will never take our country’s benefits for granted. 

Reflection of Sunset heading to Puerto Rico

It became clear that we were going to get to our destination of Boqueron, PR, well ahead of our schedule, so we didn’t mind when the next big round of confused seas appeared around Hourglass Shoals and then later around a small island in the Mona Passage.  The unnerving part, was that I didn’t see any type of lights on the well charted island at all. Once we made our way past it, we were again motor sailing along at a pretty good clip in Puerto Rico’s wind shadow at about 7 kts running 1500 rpms; it was that calm.  No doubt a current was helping us as well. 

Other than that, we’re going to be in Puerto Rico tomorrow morning for sure. 

Thursday, March 12, 2020

At Sea 
Along the Dominican Republic
19.43.075N
69.59.971W

Dale was able to hear our weather guru clearly this morning and downloaded our weather information so that we could meet the others up at the marina office.  I got a sneak peek before they arrived and we found the conditions acceptable.  We also decided that if things deteriorated, we would pull into Samana at the far eastern end of the Dominican Republic and wait it out. 

The others arrived and we were anxious to catch up with Tim on Never Say Never as he had found a melted glob of wires belonging to his alternator wiring harness on his port engine the evening before preparing for departure.  Dale loaned him his electrical connection box with accoutrements and had offered assistance last evening but as it was found late in the day and would take the better part of the evening to repair, Tim declined the assistance but accepted all the pieces and parts.  Well, we thought all the pieces.  Apparently, there was a relay that he had to locate today but being fluent in Spanish, he was able to find one in an auto parts store.  But I digress.

In spite of the reasonably good forecast, Louise and Robin, on Zandolee, decided that they wanted to take short hops across as Robin doesn’t sleep on transits and they thought it best to break it up with a stop in Samana.  We were actually rather surprised when Tim and Rosie agreed that they wanted to break up the trip, so that the boys would have a chance to get off the boat each day as well.  OK, so we’re on our own. 

Leaving Ocean World, Dominican Republic

The decisions were made that we would leave at noon and they would leave around 2pm; that way all of us would arrive at our destinations in daylight hours.   Dale checked us out of the marina, customs, then immigration but we had to wait to get our “Dispatchio” from the Coasta Guarda until they came down to the boat.  I busied myself securing the interior as best as I could, checking our waypoints and then made a quick lunch waiting for the Navy to arrive.  Once all of the paperwork was completed, we cast our lines and slowly (so Dale could put away all of the lines and fenders) made our way to the marina entrance and out into the channel.  We had anticipated that the exit might be a bit bumpy as every once in a while, we could still see waves cresting the breakwater walls but it actually wasn’t bad at all. 

As we had been advised, the later we went, the better the conditions.  This proved to be accurate.  We stayed anywhere between 1-5 miles off the coast and made our way east.  The swells were well spaced, so no matter the size, they were easily traversed; simply up and down like a cork.  We tried to hail the other 2 boats when we saw a squall approaching but it was about the time they were trying to leave so they didn’t hear us.

That squall ended up being the worst part of the day.  We didn’t get any rain but the winds and waves were most decidedly confused and nasty.  We were motor sailing at the time, so it really didn’t matter, as we just slowed down and took the pounding.  If it had continued that way, we would have pulled into Samana.  However, as soon as we got on the other side of the squall line, the wind and seas subsided and it was a very pleasant trip along the northern coast. 

I did win the “I Spy with my little Eye” game this time.  Dale is usually the one who can spot a boat on the horizon before I can even focus.  One was 3 bundles of . . . something . . . that I didn’t want to touch looking terribly illegal (could have been a homemade fishing float and my imagination took over) another was during the night when what I thought was a shadow became more clear as a large round fender.  Finally, the one that gives me nightmares, was a large metal channel marker buoy off on its own across the ocean.  Any boat hitting that in the middle of a moonless night is going to have some major problems.  We dodged all of them and lived to sail another day. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

Ocean World, Dominican Republic
19.49.685N
70.43.853W

Today we were able to hear our weather guru perfectly although Dale said that it didn’t sound like things had changed too much from yesterday.  The one thing that did set Dale’s heart a twitter, was that when someone in Luperon (the next harbor down) asked about a transit to Puerto Rico during the Thursday-Saturday time frame, they were told that it was definitely “doable”.  Best news we’ve heard in a long time as Chris (the weather guru) has a reputation for being a bit of a pessimist and overly cautious. 

As the next brainstorming session was scheduled for 9am up at the marina lobby, I decided to clean the rust off the boat and walk in with Dale so that I could take a leisurely shower while he was kanoodling with the boys.  While waiting for me to finish, Dale struck up a conversation with the crew of the huge motor yacht next to us.  He learned that they had intended to leave today for the Bahamas only to learn that the port is closed to both incoming and outgoing traffic due to the waves breaking at the harbor entrance.  Wow!  News to us. 

So while I was washing my hair with lots of marina water and using the forbidden hairdryer, the guys decided that the various weather sources were coming together on a consensus of opinion and that it might be a “doable” trip.  The Plan B is that if things get too sporty, we’ll pull into Samana at the other end of the Dominican Republic and wait until we can cross the Mona.  At that point its just a day trip across. 

After that it was back to the boats.  Zandolee planned a grocery shopping trip into town for more veggies.  Never Say Never have friends in the area that wanted to take the boys up the mountain to ride the gondola up and down the mountain.  Dale and I returned to the Palace to prepare for tomorrow. 

Dale checked and ran the engines, found a leak in our raw water pump that’s going to have to be addressed once we get to Puerto Rico, and “McGuyvered” a float switch he got from a local who works at the marina, as ours had died on the port side bilge.   Its way too large for the space our switch had fit in but it’ll work in a pinch until we can find another.  The taxi ride into town to purchase the right size would have been $40 by itself. Dale figures he’s ahead of the game at this point. 

I organized all of our courtesy flags alphabetically so that we can find what we’re looking for when we need it.  Hey, I do what I can as I had already used my allotted sweat for the day.  
We plan to leave around noon tomorrow, so once again, wish us luck.  

Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Ocean World, Dominican Republic

19.49.685N
70.43.853W

Well today made up for yesterday.  Where do I start?  We began the day making plans for the end of the day when Rosie came over and suggested we all get together this evening at 5 on their boat, Never Say Never, to discuss whether/weather.  Whether to go due to the weather.  We thought it a good idea to bring nibbles and drinks as well.

Then we gathered our electronic devices and trotted up to the marina office where we were assured a better connection as we weren’t having a stellar time on the boat itself.  Dale downloaded weather information and charts and I uploaded my blogs from the last 2 days.  Then we listened and studied the podcast our weather guru puts out as we’re not getting very good SSB connection inside the marina as well.  Not sure if its because of the rain, the giant yacht next to us, the large transformer on the dock at our stern or a combination of all 3. 

We then organized a tour to the Brugal Rum factory (imagine that!) and the Amber museum.  Tim, Rosie’s husband, needed to stay behind to work but everyone else joined us and our tour guide was an off duty detective making sure the tourists are kept safe and happy so as to encourage more in coming down.  They know that this is their main economy in this particular area of the island and want to keep it that way as they are trying to lure the big cruise ships here. 

We took a drive into the mountain and was astonished to see that the skies were clearing up enough to see the view below all the way to the ocean.  It was beautiful.  Then we went to the Rum factory which allowed the boys, Benjamin 12 and Josh 10 a tiny taste of the rum.  The youngest seems to have a discerning pallet as he described flavors, I didn’t detect but was accurate in their description. 

Then we went to a cigar making shop.  Unfortunately, none of us smokes and didn’t know of anyone we could send one to in a timely manner. (Sorry Fred, it would have to sit on the boat until we make it to Puerto Rico and then mailed home.)  

Our next stop was at a jewelry shop where I did find a pair of earrings that needed a new home.  After that, it was the Amber museum.  The boys were enthralled with the insects caught in the rare stone, particularly the lizard.  Apparently, there are only 10 complete lizards that have been found in the fossilized sap.  Scenes from Jurassic Park I’d say. 

We took a drive to the local fort but I was outvoted when asked if anyone wanted to get out and walk around.  It was getting later in the day and everyone wanted to return to the boats for our 5pm brainstorming. 

We walked along the dock back to our side and commented on how many boats had to replace broken lines due to the constant wind and surge from the passing front.  We had a snubber that broke during the night that Dale had to tighten the remaining line on.  Zandolee lost 3 lines during the night and Never Say Never had to replace one.  Much larger boats that any of ours lost a lot more.  There was one Swiss catamaran that has to be at least 75’ lost just about all of theirs with splices and crimped together pieces making due until they were all replaced by the end of the day. 

Our end of day nibbles and drinks was a fine finish to an entertaining day.  I think the only thing that really came out of the brainstorming session was that tomorrow, we’ll all get together again to look at the weather charts and then on Thursday climb to the highest height and take a look out.  If the wind doesn’t die down tomorrow, there is no way the waves are going to.  If its rough on Thursday, its time to start looking down the line again. 

Monday, March 9, 2020

Ocean World, Dominican Republic
19.49.685N
70,43,853W

Another miserable day.  Windy, rainy, cloudy with 12’ seas outside the marina.  We had made plans to go to the supermarket with the crews of Never Say Never and Zandolee but we were a few minutes late, so they left without us.  Our only recourse was to pick up a pizza and watch movies.  Our only exercise was opening and closing hatches with the rain and adjusting lines to keep us off the piers due to the wind and tide. 

The rest of the day I texted back and forth with family with more crises lurking in the mists.   

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Ocean World, Dominican Republic

19.49.685N

70.43.853W

Today started unusually early for us as the front did make its way to us during the night with winds measured at a sustained 28 kts at one point, so we had to adjust fenders to keep the Palace from clunking into the concrete dock periodically.  We did this at about midnight, 3am, 5am, 7am, noon 3pm and again at 8pm.  As it was cloudy, drizzling off and on and basically a miserable day, we contented ourselves, chasing down noises we couldn’t identify, scrubbing decks between rain showers, taping or zipping down flapping plastic or enclosure panels, catching flying cushions from our neighboring boat, and doing nothing.  We did get a kick out of all the activity on the docks on a Sunday with people on the docks re-tying their boats and the waves splashing over the substantial breakwater in front of us and decided that yes, pulling into this marina was the only sensible action we could have considered yesterday. 

Waves Cresting the Break Water

Waves Coming in the 

Marina Entrance

Dale trotted by Never Say Never and Zandolee on the next pier to see if they had anything going on and the only thing we could come up with was possibly a tour of the Brugal rum factory and the Amber museum on Monday, if Brugal allows children in. 

Fruit Bat Dilemma 

Zandolee was up for a walk into town this evening for dinner at the place Tim and Suzie had gone to last night with the boys.  While waiting for them to join us this evening at the marina office in a beautiful well appointed building, I managed to step on a dead fruit bat laying in the middle of the floor.  Dale picked it up thinking that it was a brown banana peel and then dropped it like a hot potato once he saw what it was.  We mentioned to the receptionist that she had a dead bat on the floor who calmly stated that she knew about it and that someone would be by shortly to take care of it.  A couple of Army guys came in and looked at it.  A man in a “Staff” shirt came by and looked at it but it was only when Roberto, the man who had checked us in, and his driver Pedro came by and looked at it, that Roberto instructed Pedro to take care of it.  Pedro got a broom and dustpan and was quick to dispose of the tiny body.  The tasks that roll downhill!  I noted that Dale was the only one who actually touched the critter.  I guess this means he’ll soon be coming down with God only knows what, as when the locals decline to come near the vermin, something’s amiss.

Our latest look at the weather still shows a possible exit this coming Thursday for a transit to Puerto Rico.  Fingers crossed, it stays as promising as it looks at the moment as we’re starting to collect quite the assortment of SIM cards. 

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Ocean World, Dominican Republic
19.49.685N
70.43.853W

Happy Birthday Gary!  What’s one more candle when the fire department is already on stand by. 


We made it!!  The winds and seas never did die down as predicted until well into this morning.  At one point, the table in the salon was jumping with every pound and the cabinetry was creaking and moaning with every movement of the boat, so I asked (admittedly in a very catty manner) Dale to slow us down.  I know he wanted to maintain at least a 5 kt average but we also said that it wasn’t to be at the expense of us or the boat.  It’s a good thing too.  Although he had mentioned that his stomach felt a little queasy at dinner time and he asked for the spaghetti with mushroom sauce, instead of something more spicy, I didn’t realize that it was the beginning to a nasty night of seasickness.  I felt really bad for him.  He hasn’t been plagued with this in a long time.  He couldn’t go inside to lay down without the world spinning and then couldn’t find a comfortable place to sit outside.  He was a good sport and still stood his watches, probably because he could sit forward and concentrate on something right in front of him.  In any event, by the time the sun came up, he was doing much better.  Also by this time, the winds and seas finally cooperated and died down to a point where we could once again rev up the engines and make 6+ kts. to make up for lost time.  Also by this time, we were no longer in VHF radio range with the others. 

When we approached Ocean World at noon and saw plastic bottles in a row, I thought I had somehow guided us into a fishing net strung out by a local fisherman.  I put our engines in neutral to keep from tangling our props and then started forward again when we got past them.  I had no sooner started forward motion again when we saw more and more.  Then Dale said that it was all trash in the water.  I would have expected this around Luperon after the rains wash down out of the mountains and anything not anchored gets flushed out to sea, but I was surprised to find it here, something akin to our Sea World attractions. 

We turned into the buoyed channel and was guided into the fuel pier where we took on fuel, had our Coast Guard inspection for weapons and contraband (what they found were tumbling chip cans every time they opened a cupboard) and Dale went in to check us in without the usual “gifts” to be handed out or overtime charges.  That was really nice. 

Never Say Never and Zandolee were already here and both agreed, that was not the transit we had hoped for.  It sounds like Zandolee really had a nasty time of it with water over the deck house and their dinghy swinging wildly.  All crews elected to spend the afternoon napping but Dale and I went up to the marina restaurant for dinner later in the day.  Never Say Never have 2 children, so were told that the kids couldn’t be served after 6pm.  Robin and Louise elected to take showers and head back to bed; they look beat.  At dinner, Dale and I agreed that the nasty front coming down from the north had better make its appearance tonight as it was great motor sailing the remaining portion of the day.  

We sent a quick message to Michelle to let her know that we had made it and another to Gerry and Nicky to let them know that yes were are in the same time zone as they and hope to make it to Puerto Rico during the next window, possibly Thursday-Friday time frame.  

Friday, March 6, 2020

At Sea
21.02.325N
71.19.311W

Both Dale and I were up by 5:15 this morning but were surprised to find the skies somewhat overcast and thus still dark but we were at a high tide; a good time to leave.  So we killed time by eating breakfast and getting out lifejackets and lanyards.  By 5:45 we saw Bob, the marina owner walking towards Winterlude, a large motor yacht that had been in a slip behind us for the entire time we were there.  We had no idea that they were leaving the same day as us, so as they motored by, I asked Susie where they were bound and learned that they were headed back north to Long Island, Exuma.  We waved good bye and then thanked Bob for his hospitality when he came by to help us cast off.  We followed Winterlude out the channel as soon as they had cleared it without mishap and as they turned north, we turned south. 

Crossing the Caicos Bank

As fortune would have it, we saw another catamaran approaching us as we made our way to the southbound waypoint.  Dale spotted that it was another Manta and when they hailed us, we learned that their name was Twocan and they had spent the last season down in the Caribbean and had just left the DR and more specifically Ocean World.  They gave us some advice about Ocean World and reminded us that Luperon was a hurricane hole that might prove a better spot with the predicted 30 kt winds coming out of the north by Saturday evening.  We in turn told them to “hug the reds until you make the turn and then hug the greens” getting into South Side Marina without going aground. 

The rest of the day was without event.  The winds didn’t die down as soon as we had first thought but eventually subsided enough to make a decent transit.  We approached Six Hills island and started hailing Zandolee and Never Say Never with no response.  We made our way through the cut to the ocean and the last island in the Turks and Caicos, Great Sand Cay.  Ahead of us was another catamaran but too far ahead to make out who it might be, and as no one had answered our radio calls only minutes prior, I didn’t think to call again.  They were clearly moving faster than us but as I learned about an hour later, it was Never Say Never.  They told us that Zandolee was about the same distance in front of them, and as all of us were already lined up, we elected to skip the stop at Great Sand and just continue on to the Dominican Republic. 

We’re still waiting for the calm seas that were forecast, so hopefully by nightfall, things will settle down.  As we all know, everything feels worse at night but tonight, we have almost a full moon, so hopefully, it won’t be that bad.  

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Turks & Caicos
21.45.631N
72.13.429W

Today was one of those mixed bags; some good; some not so good.  I awoke early this morning at 5:30 hearing a boat getting underway, thinking it was Louise and Robin I popped my head up to take a gander and saw that it was the large blue party boat heading out.  I did see movement on Zandolee, so I got dressed and headed down in their direction to see if I could lend a hand tossing off their lines.  Louise appeared from behind me and was all atwitter about how she hadn’t set an alarm and they were late getting out.  It was 5:45 so I really don’t think they were all that late and the sun was just peeking up.  Once on the boat, Robin started the engines, I handed them their lines and they left without any issues. 

However, the big blue boat that had left at 5:30 appeared to have anchored just outside the harbor.  Then the tender to the boat came in and the boat’s captain said that he needed to have the marina call customs.  By this time Dale was up and we could only guess at what had happened that caused this scene.  As long as customs was being called, might as well check out ourselves as we have 24 hours from the time we check out to the time we need to leave.  So we thought.  As it turned out, when the officials asked Dale when we intended to leave, he told them day break tomorrow morning, well within the 24 hour time limit.  But . . . we were charged extra for overtime for both customs and immigration.  Their explanation, daybreak is outside of their normal working hours, so its considered overtime.  Not the time we actually checked out midmorning on a workday, nope over time.  I was fried.  Dale was resolved that we are at their mercy. 

I worked off my energy in sweeping and scrubbing floors, washing and hanging out the laundry until Dave and Brandy from Stargazer came by to take me shopping.  They are having more issues with their boat repairs and I really feel for them as I know how frustrated I am when things aren’t going right.  In any event, I was able to pick up my final items and some ice cream bars for them for being such good sports and we all headed back to the marina to talk Dale into joining us all for lunch over at the Green Turtle Marina. 

We had hoped to stay there originally but were told that they couldn’t get catamarans into their marina due to silting issues.  However, their restaurant was in fine working order and we had a marvelous lunch with Dave, the owner, and Caitlan, his daughter.  We’d met Dave when we first got here during the first pot luck dinner we had but had never put two and two together until today.  In any event, I forgot how angry I was at the officials when I listened to what Dave and his family had to endure running a business on this island for over 50 years.  They must have the patience of saints.  One really cool thing, his permanent home is in Ocala, FL.  Just a stone’s throw from us. 

Ready to Leave Southside Marina

Once we got back, we busied ourselves getting ready to take off tomorrow.  We folded and put away all the clothes, paid our bill and then after helping another boat tie up, asked if they would help us in moving to an outside slip so that we could make a clean getaway at day break tomorrow morning.  This was done without mishap or loud voices.  We even looked like we knew what we were doing. 

I made a casserole for dinner so that we will have some left overs for our transit over the next 30 hours and we’ve entered the waypoints to guide us from here to there.  We intend to leave about 5:30 am, cross the Caicos Bank to meet with the others somewhere near Big Sand Cay.  Then with any luck we’ll transit over night and arrive at Ocean World in the Dominican Republic around noon.  At least that’s the plan. 

This time, we’re really on the move.  Wish us luck.