We lifted the boat for the first time since we left England over 15 months ago. The aim was to clean her properly for the entry requirements into the Galápagos Islands and to change the anodes.
It’s always a very nervous moment when someone is lifting your home and possessions out of the water with a crane in a foreign country and language…
The hull looks amazing after 15 months of sailing in tropical seas. It’s a great advert for copper coating your hull. Jeremy Rogers in Lymington did a fantastic job, thank you. We have also cleaned the boat every few weeks by swimming under and wiping it too, great work by Russell to keep the barnacles at bay.
We spent the day cleaning the hull, scraping the barnacles off and cleaning the propeller and bow thrusters. It’s hard work in this heat and humidity but everyone’s efforts paid off and we were back in the water mid-afternoon.
In case our arms and backs weren’t hurting enough after a day of scrubbing, the food order then arrived so it was time for lifting, carrying and the 4D jigsaw puzzle of working out where on earth to store it all! We are nearly ready to leave.
When we arrived in the marina everyone warned us not swim in the water and to keep the children in the centre of the roads when walking around as there were three resident crocodiles in the marina. After a few days here in the soaring 33 degree heat and 90% humidity, we were tempted to pop to the small beach as there was no sign of any crocs. Then someone kindly called me on the radio today to say if the boys wanted to see a crocodile to pop down to the grass by F dock and this is what they saw! This is not zoomed in! It was 3m long and about 3m away from Russell taking the photo.
Funnily enough no one is even remotely tempted to dip their toes in the water now!!
This is the croc swimming away, they are hard to spot in the water, look just below the log thing. I wasn’t going anywhere near it and stayed well away on the dock.
Shopping during lockdown in Panama and COVID-19 is tricky, but this has to be the most surreal shopping experience we’ve had. The photo shows the “shop” we bought all our drinks from! This couldn’t be further from our pre-ARC Atlantic rally preparations in Las Palmas if we tried. I dream of a Spanish Hipodino supermarket now. We have a 1000-into-the-wind passage 😳 followed by a 3000+ nautical mile passage to prepare for, which means a lot of weeks at sea and therefore lots of food needed aboard.
We’ve been officially measured at a length of 54.5ft, that’s including the dinghy hanging of the davits, (but we’ve still no idea why the Swedish call our yacht a Hallberg Rassy 46ft – it clearly isn’t) and we’ve parted with over $2000 to pay for our passage through the canal, eeks! We’ve also met with our canal agent, paid for two extra line handlers to help hold the four 100m long ropes to hold us safe in the canals and been given giant fenders to use too. There are yachts that have been smashed to match sticks against the tankers in these locks so I’m slightly terrified now as well as being very excited at seeing such an engineering marvel. This is right up my street and Chloe and I have being doing school projects with the boys on the construction of the Panama Canal so I’ve got two very excited junior civil engineers too. There is a live webcam of the canal so you could watch us go through if that’s your thing. We will start the canal at Panama time 6am (UK 12 noon) on Thursday 6th August 2020. We will ascend the three monster locks to Gatun lake and the giant cut through the mountains, then motor cross the huge lake and cut and go down three more monster locks the other side to the Pacific. Almost sounds easy! It will take the whole day and we are hoping to finish before it gets dark.
The boys have enjoyed being in Shelter Bay marina, Colon as there are 14 children here of all nationalities and ages to play with. They disappear off to play on other boats and around the military compound grounds which gives us precious moments to sort everything out for our onward voyages. We know they are safe although there is a large resident crocodile in the marina to keep you on your toes. Everyone is fully masked and gloved up here too.
The current plan once we are through the canal is to anchor for a night, sail to Las Perlas islands and then to the Galápagos Islands as they have just opened to cruising yachts. We have a large number of permits, forms and medical tests to do first but we believe there is a way through now, fingers firmly crossed. Then we will cross the Pacific to the Marquesas and French Polynesia and stay there for the cyclone season in the Southern Hemisphere. In fact that’s only halfway across the Pacific. We will sail around the Marquesas, Tuamotos and the Society Islands before heading west once the cyclone season is over to Tonga, Fiji and Vanartu (if the borders open) and onto Australia, hoping they are open too by then. Sounds a plan!
The Panama Canal was made possible by damming the Chagres River in 1910 to make the Gatun lake which supply’s water to the locks. We took the opportunity to sail up this river to explore the resulting habitat it’s created. It was breathtaking and quite magical sailing up it at dawn to the chorus of howler monkeys and birds shouting from the virgin rainforest on either bank.
We didn’t motor all the way to the dam for political reasons but anchored at a lovely spot halfway. We tried to explore and hike in the jungle as all wildlife is protected here and therefore abundant. Unfortunately the trails have long since overgrown and the rainforest is fairly impenetrable. But we had fun looking in a clearing and Felix found a frog type we’ve not seen before on a leaf and we saw families of monkeys swinging in the trees, much to everyone’s delight.
There was no chance of any swimming to cool off due to the crocodiles. You can spot them at night by shinning a torch and seeing their glowing red eyes. But it still made for a delightful anchorage.
We set sail for Colon, Panama heading for the canal and made our first stop at the largely uninhabited island of Escudo de Veraguas. It looks stunning in the book and the water was pristine as we anchored of the beach. The first day it was pouring with rain (it is rainy season here) and as we explored the shore we were amazed to see turtle tracks everywhere. We lost count at around 30 nests we could make out by the markings and circular depressions in the sand. It was amazing to see. We marked them with sticks to protect and identify them.
What was depressing to see though was the huge volume of plastic waste covering the beach. Plastic bottles, oil containers, flip-flops and plastic shoes and no end of polystyrene and bottle tops. It was hideous and clearly not from the two families resident on the island. Each tide washes up someone else’s careless trash.
We decided to stay and clean up the beach. We didn’t want the poor baby turtles first life experience to be trying to escape from under piles of plastic rubbish. We spent two days clearing the waste and burning it. The beach looked stunning afterwards and the boys enjoyed surfing the waves. As Felix says from Bob the builder, “reduce, reuse and recycle” or just please cut out plastic from our lives and our oceans.
The baby sloths are so cute and we were all lucky enough to get a cuddle between their naps. They have amazingly long claws but were surprisingly gentle when climbing up you to cling on.
Although they look like a bundle of coarse hair, it’s so soft to touch and they are very light to hold. Watch those claws though, they are wild animals. Huge thanks to Brian @Dolphinbayhideaway, somewhere to visit if you’d like to see wild sloths in their stunning property and guesthouse, Bocas del Toro, Panama.
We have glimpsed sloths in the tops of trees and we were witness to the whole sloth bathroom routine at the chocolate factory but we never thought we’d be able to see baby sloths! These two were unfortunately orphaned and have been taken in by a local couple running Dolphin Bay Hideaway who Russell met whilst treating their dogs at the impromptu vet clinic, and they kindly invited us to visit.
It would be a shame to write about dolphin bay and not show you a picture of the dolphins who swim near the boat most evenings or mornings. You hear this “poof” air releasing sound and know that they have surfaced somewhere nearby. Chloe is the best for spotting them. They never really hang around for long, just checking you out enroute to some fishing grounds or other. Having a camera to hand is for some reason rarely possible. But here are a couple we have managed to take to prove they do live and fish in the bay!
The rural communities around Dolphin bay in Bocas del Toro have had no, or very limited, access to medical care for their animals due to COVID-19. So hearing that there was a vet cruising around the area an impromptu “clinic” was arranged. Before poor Russell realised the bit of “helping out” turned into 15 dogs and 5 dog spays being booked in for treatment and operations.
“Where” I asked. “There” he pointed, “what that tiny bamboo shack on water?” “Er, yes apparently”, responds Russell. We both laugh a bit nervously with images of dogs jumping into the water to escape. So we’ve delayed sailing to the next bay until the clinic is done. The chocolate guys (Gary & Carlos) have kindly offered the use of their boat dock for the clinic, so Chloe and I have taken the opportunity for school on land too for maximising the breeze, WiFi and space to work. Huge thanks to the chocolate farm guys again, such an amazing and generous couple.
The first dogs arrive in dugout canoes heading for the clinic in the the thatch gazebo thing in the photo. Not your normal parking arrangement outside a vets practice!
A makeshift table, drip bags held by string on bamboo and me holding a torch. Everyone acts like it’s normal, it’s rather surreal. The dogs waiting are feet and inches away from the dog being operated on. No wonder there is not a peep of sound out of them. I’d be terrified too!
All goes well, 20 dogs successfully treated and if the action wasn’t exciting enough a sloth descended from the tree beside the pontoon to lower its derrière into the water to go to the loo. Great end to a busy day 🤣
We were kindly invited back to the chocolate farm to help Carlos and Gary make chocolate. Our boys were to be the little oompa-loompa workers and it turned out we all had a role to play.
We started by walking through the plantation (think overgrown jungle here) and cutting down the cocao pods from the trees. Slightly easier said than done.
You appear to wave a long piece of bamboo with a knife on the end in the air and detach the ripe pod, which has no desire to fall off. Meanwhile we attempted to catch them or avoid being knocked on the head by them falling or dodge the bamboo pole flailing around…
Together we collected around 200 and then began removing the beans. The deftness with a machete for cutting them open was best left to the locals so we stood and admired the white goey beans which was lovely and sweet to eat.
The beans were then laid between banana leaves to ferment whilst we went to the forest “kitchen” to roast some beans and make nibs from beans already fermented and dried.
The home made roaster (from a gas canister) had stopped spinning so Russell the now-I-can-fix-anything-due to living in a boat, took it apart and created a new vaguely safe switch to allow the gas canister to spin and roast the beans. Phew, and it worked much to Carlos’s delight.
We sorted the good beans for roasting and set it going. Forty minutes later we sampled the freshly roasted beans, delicious! It all smelt like a chocolate factory now.
The boys helped to crush the beans so make nibs and the process was complete. We sampled a handful of scrumptious nibs. Pure cocao, it was truly yummy.
Another fantastic day in paradise and huge thanks to Gary and Carlos for being the greatest hosts and letting our junior oompa-loompas have full reign!