The Dreaded Mona Passage – Attempt # 1

When you are cruising the world’s waters, which I suppose we are doing….we have been on the boat for about a year and a  half now with breaks to see family, you become very, very weather conscious.  Searching the net for weather updates, marine weather sites, sites with tides, currents, weather buoys, local, regional, historic….anything to do with weather is a good thing.

Weather sites

Weather sites

Talking to the locals, even in sign language and big smiles, also helps.  When we meet other cruisers, weather, weather sites, weather apps, they all quickly come up in conversation.  We have to be very aware of the weather conditions, cloud formations…it will make all the difference in making a choice on weather or not to go on a particular day, in particular conditions……and will dictate how smooth or rough a passage will be.


We decided, after studying numerous weather sites, listening to our paid weather guru Chris Parker, and in talking with other cruisers, that it was indeed time to depart Samana and head to Puerto Rico…across the infamous Mona Passage.  Look up the Mona Passage if you have time, it can be one of the passages that will be forever stamped in one’s mind…for a variety of reasons.  The deep ocean troughs that quickly rise to shallow areas, reefs, the weather coming off of both Puerto Rico and the Dominican, and a ton of other factors which all make this passage one to be very respected.

Two other boats were also going to make the passage, but they had decided to leave at about 5 p.m., we had chose to depart from Samana at 10 a.m.  We gained our despatcho…and this time there were a ton of visitors before we were finally given clearance to leave.  The Navy representative, the DEA representative, the customs representative, and some other fellows whom I have no idea what they did, but they were there also.  You see, a little “greasing of the palm” is expected when leaving port…handing out the dollarohs…the pesos….$$$$$.  Geesh!  What a pain in the ass.  Period.

Again - on the nose!!

Again – on the nose!!

So, we finally took care of that, and off we left…10:10 a.m., no winds, no clouds…aaaah, perfect!!  Cruising along at 7.5 knots, 2400 rpms on the yanmar engine purring along very nicely…but all that was about to change.  Hour by hour, the winds…and then the waves increased… 2 p.m. we were down to a little over 5.8 knots, and we were heading pretty much nose on into 22+ knot winds and at least 6 foot waves…or better in Beth’s opinion.  Nice.  Freakin’ nice.  Roll out part of the headsail to help calm the boat down, and start motor-sailing, or having both the motor and sail up…and tacking back and forth across the wind to try and get some miles under the hull.

Good bye Samana - calm seas

Good bye Samana – calm seas

We were travelling along, and I see one of the local fishing boats…these are just plain old open boats with a single engine…and two fellas in it.  They are waving at us…and I waved back and kept going….no time and no inclination for friendly visits out here……These two guys catch up with us…Beth and I are both a little uncomfortable…and then one of the locals holds up a string of fish for us to see….wow!  Nice catch!  Sorry guys, not today!  We wave them off, and make another tack to starboard….and that is when the engine died.  I figured no problem, time to switch fuel tanks, and go down below to do so.  The engine fires back up, runs for about a minute, and dies again.  That’s strange..maybe I didn’t do the valve change properly…go back down, check, yup, all valves where they should be….start the engine back up…and it dies.  Oh oh.  We are about  6 hours from the marina….some big waves…crap.  Beth and I agree to head back to Samana, and I go back down below to try and figure out what the issue is.   And then the generator also died.  Oh boy.  Not good.

It is hot in the boat…it is about 85 degrees F outside, and in the engine compartment, I have no idea what the temp is.  It’s hot, really hot!  Have I told you hot it is in that engine area?  I check the Racor filters….these filters take the crap out of your fuel if there is any…and man, the Racor was plugged solid with a jelly like slime.  Oh oh.  Let’s try changing to the other Racor….start the engine…no go.  Geesh!   I then change out the Racor filters themselves, and install new paper filters.  Try the engine…no go.  Great…freakin’ dieing of the heat, the boat is doing some pretty good jumping around…what the hell!  Gotta figure this out, but I have to get away from the heat for awhile.  Beth had plotted our course back to the marina in Samana….our eta to arrive back there being around 11:30 p.m……gives me some time to try and figure this one out.  We meet the other two boats that had departed the marina at 5 p.m., told them we were ok, but having to turn around due to fuel issues.  We reassured them that conditions were settling down…and they were quite pleased at their decision to delay departure as they did.

Sludge - from filter

Sludge – from filter

I took in some fluids, and headed back down below and tried everything I could think of to get our engine back up and running.   And this time when we tried the engine, it ran…and kept running!  No idea why or what I did…but away we went!  What a relief!  When in range I radioed ahead to the marina to let them know that we were on our way back, and that we would like to tie up at the fuel dock so that we could get fuel first thing in the marina, and that we would arrive between 9:30 and 10:00 p.m.  No problemo!  Great…engine back in run, we now have power to run our lights, and get to a dock, and our journey back would be very much shorter…and so much easier to get back into the marina under power and not have to go in at night, under sail.  Whew!

Back up with Beth, more fluids…and even time to relax just a wee bit.

I had forgotten earlier to mention that while heading to Puerto Rico, we saw more whales.  We watched one large humpback breeching a mile or so away…maybe further.  What a sight to see!  And then…another whale pretty much running parallel to us, surfacing to breath, but not breeching, and pretty much going the opposite way to the breeching whale.  My thoughts on that?  I’m thinking the breeching whale was a male….the non breeching whale a female.  They had just finished doing the blubberback two step…nudge nudge…..and he was super elated at the encounter…and her….not so much.

Our arrival at the marina was another shit show….we entered the harbour and I headed to the fuel dock.  There were a couple of guys yelling and waving their arms over at the docks.  I should have just ignored them…..I missed the approach to the fuel dock first attempt, and then decided to follow the instructions from the guys on the dock.  We pulled into a slip, and next thing you know there is a guy on the boat tieing Moorahme to the dock, a couple of other guys helping and the security guard standing their giving us the evil eye.  We get Moorahme tied, and this guy wants me, the captain, to go up to the hotel lobby/office.  WTF?  We just left here this morning I attempted to explain to him….does he understand English?  Hell no.  He stands at the bow of the boat while I finish getting things organized, and then off we go to the office.  He explains, or at least I think he does, to the receptionist that I am a bandito from hell, I had just raped 3 whales and 14 palm trees, and she needed to deal with me.  Beautiful.  She has very limited English…I have very limited Spanish.  Around and around we go…why are you here, what are you doing…I suggest to her to phone the marina manager, Gaby, and everything would be cool.  She caught on to that, and of course Gaby was not home…so she tried the assistant marina manager, Pedro.  She talked to Pedro for a bit, all the while the security guard giving me the stink eye…yup, gonna get you a jail cell gringo…..come into my marina in the dark and try to tie up where I don’t want you to go…..oh boy.  I finally get to talk to Pedro, he laughs and says what are you doing back here, I explain it all to him and we agree to fix everything in the morning.  I hand the phone back to the young lady, and say good night, and begin my walk back to the boat….with the security guard right beside me, escorting me back.  Man, talk about feeling like a criminal.  He walked me right back to the boat and then hung around on the dock for quite awhile.  Nice guy eh, obviously serious about his job….

Next morning, I talk with Gaby and the local Navy guy…..explain the situation all over again…and calm all the frazzled nerves.  I guess once you leave…you better keep on going and not come back….what the hell is the big deal?  Anyway, all is good, I show the navy man the crap I removed from the Racor filters and he says ok, I have to write up a report for my base commander but all should be ok.  All should be ok?  I still am not getting this.  We go to the fuel dock, fuel up, and dock Moorahme.

The front fuel tank on Moorahme holds 60 U.S gallons of fuel.  I pumped in 55 gallons.  First clue.  Hmmm, all that bouncing in those waves….hardly any fuel in the tank…probably stirred up any sediment in the bottom of the tank……and plugged the filters.  I have since discovered in talking with other cruisers that you really need to add an algicide to prevent growth in diesel fuel, and it should be done on a regular basis.   Lesson learned.   Our dockmates on Layla, Mike and Martha, had some extra algicide which they gave to us and I shocked the fuel tanks.  All appears good, the generator is running again, the engine is running again….and soon we hope to be off to Puerto Rico.

I ask around to see if there is anyone who “polishes” fuel.  Polishing fuel means that you take the fuel from each tank, run it through a filtration system, clean the tank, and then replace the polished fuel, thereby eliminating any fuel related issues.  Well, there isn’t anyone who does that here in Samana…probably the DR.  So, we will look into getting that done in Puerto Rico.  There really is not a lot here in Samana…no chandleries, no marine supply stores….really not a whole lot of anything.  It is unfortunate.  Each tank of fuel will normally last about 40 hours before we switch tanks…we are going to shorten that to 24 hours in an attempt to avert any further fuel related issues until we can get the fuel polished.  I am confident that this plan will work for us.

Next update we will take you on a tour of downtown Samana….oh boy, what an eye opener that was!

Keep your stick on the ice!



Dominican Republic – ocean World to Samana Marina

We had met a couple of transplanted Quebec lads, Roman and Sebastian, who now live in the DR and own a hotel in one of the small towns. They had sailed into Ocean World the previous day from Luperon. They recommended to us that we sail down to their small town, anchor for a few hours in front of their hotel, and from there it would be about a 14 hour sail to Samana. Sounded like great reasoning to Beth and I…and we made plans accordingly.

So, Wednesday morning, we began to prep ourselves and Moorahme. Coffee’d up, and ready to go, we notified the front office of our plans. Here in the Dominican Republic, you are required to have a “dispatcho” to depart from a harbour. The Immigration folks are involved, as well as the Dominican Navy. Once you have paid your bill in full, and gained permission/clearance from both the parties mentioned above, you are good to go. All went well, we exchanged pleasantries, mine in English, theirs in Spanglish, and away we went.

Beautiful, calm conditions, 10:00 a.m. so not a bad departure time. Looking at a 4 hour sail down the coast, tuck into a nice little anchorage, rest, eat and carry on…great plan. Not all plans come to fruition. But first…let me tell you. The garbage in the ocean off the DR coast is unreal. Plastic, plastic and more plastic. Bags, of all sizes, shapes and colors. Plastic bottles of all sizes, shapes and colors. And a lot of them…I mean huge amount. Disgusting, and for boats, somewhat of a real pain in the butt of any of this plastic gets sucked into your engine cooling water system or the watermaker intake. Sad. Sad to see such blatant pollution.

Why is the wind always on the nose!!

Why is the wind always on the nose!!

We had a very nice run for the first hour, then things began to change. The winds picked up, and of course the waves picked up. My thoughts were that a 4 hour run down the coast and then sitting at a nice anchorage to rest, eat and wait for the wind/waves to calm down would work out just dandy. That wasn’t meant to be I guess. The “easy” access anchorage was rolling big time, and would not be for us today! We made a corporate decision to try on of Van Sant’s recommended anchorages on the lee side of a shore at Rio San Juan, a small fishing village about 5 hours or so further on. And on we went. The winds increased…the waves increased….hell, this is just as bad as sailing on Lake Erie on a windy day. The waves were confused, like a washing machine, breaking crests and conditions quickly became quite uncomfortable, not dangerous, but uncomfortable. Finally we began making heading into the lee side of the shoreline that we were seeking, and then finally the approach to the anchorage. Active Captain had some good reviews and information for us to use, and soon we were anchored, comfortably anchored, and it was time to eat and rest. Hooray!

Pictures don't do these beautiful mountains justice - they are amazing

Pictures don’t do these beautiful mountains justice – they are amazing

At 7:30 p.m., with freshly brewed coffee on hand, it was time to pull up the anchor and begin the rest of our passage to Samana. We were the only “gringo” boat in the harbour, and we had been checked out by a few small fishing type boats…you know, the drive by type check outs that make a person just a wee bit nervous and happy to be moving on. So, up with the anchor, and point Moorahme to the first cape to sail past. Err, motor sail past…er…motor past. Winds on the nose…not again, but still. The winds had calmed, the waves also somewhat, and we were quite comfy heading down the coast. Once we motored past the coast, the winds shifted a wee bit, the waves picked up, and we were rocking and rolling! Holy crap…..I mean rocking’ and rollin’, time to get that head sail up and see if we can calm this ride down a bit. The rockin’ and rollin’ had woke Beth up…in fact had nearly thrown her out of the bed. So much for napping at this point at least. Getting the head sail up calmed Moorahme down from the high level race machine that she sometimes thinks she wants to be, and converted her back to the safe, easy motion cruiser that we love…and we picked up almost a full knot and a half. Woohoo! Beth stayed up for a while with me as we followed our previously set course on the iPad, radar running on the chartplotter…all is good, progress is being made. Beth returned to nap for awhile, to arise once again at 5:30 a.m. refreshed and ready to take over. I had a great night, the stars….let me tell you about the night skies down here. The stars are so plentiful, so bright, it seems like they dip right down into the boat….a nice half moon to partially light our way, some clouds here and there for contrast…it is truly an amazing night sky. The passage is accentuated with the odd flying fish skimming by, and phosphorous bits of sea water laminating down the side of the hull as we gently break through the waves….unreal! Just so unreal!

We communicated on occasion with another Canadian boat, PassionFever, who are from Quebec. Travelling with their children and enjoying life with no snow or minus 40 temperatures. They had a buddy boat to travel with, a single hander. This British lady single hands an Island Packet 44, I hope that Beth and I meet her before we leave, would be great to hear her story. The VHF or marine radio is nice to have on these long overnight passages, chatting with another boat just calms things somewhat, it’s always nice to know there is another boat relatively close by.

When Beth woke and came back topsides, it was time for me to have a quick nap. Shortly after laying down in the cockpit, I hear Beth excitedly saying, Ran, Ran, there’s a whale, there’s a whale! Sure enough, we were lucky enough to see at least one whale, I think there were a couple of them. Isn’t that something? Whales! So cool. I then laid back down to rest for a bit while Beth ran the ship. When I had laid down long enough, I think it was about an hour, conditions had changed somewhat. There was no wind…notta…nothing. We decided to leave the headsail up anyway, and continued on our motor passage to Samana. We were quite close by now, about 12 miles or so from the marina. As we rounded the last point to head into Samana Bay, you could see all the fisherman out in their very small fishing boats on what I would call big water. These boats are about 16 or 18 feet long, with an outboard on the back. Cool! Gutsy! Not for me…… We followed the channel markers in, and we noticed that there was a catamaran behind us who obviously thought he should be in front of us…lol…not today! I increased our engine’s rpm’s to 2500, our boat speed quickly increased to a little better than 7.5 knots…and this fella just would not be able to jump the line today. Hooray Moorahme! Love that big engine.

Marina Puerto Bahia Samana - Yay!

Marina Puerto Bahia Samana – Yay!

One other sailboat and I attempted to hail the marina at 8 a.m., no response. Hmmm. Tried again at 8:30…no response. Then the sailboat ahead of us announced that the marina did not open until 9 a.m. I asked him what his intentions were, and he responded that he had lots of fuel and would just ride around. Cool. We decided that we would motor in to the fuel dock and get fuel when they opened. As we entered the marina entrance, the fuel dock was to our starboard side. Beth noticed that one of the marina staff was waving at us to dock over towards the east end of the marina. I guess we’ll get fuel later. We followed the waving arms instructions…it’s a universal language you actually pick up quite quickly. When I saw the slip we were being assigned, I couldn’t believe it….no way we could get in there were my thoughts. But…believe it or not…I put this 47 foot boat into what looked like a 14 foot hole, not bumping anything or causing any grief or excitement….unreal! Thank goodness there were zero winds and zero currents. Still can’t believe we made it into this slip. Wow! We were quickly tied in, received some quick instructions from the dock hand…and whew…here we are.

We were approached by a local lad about having the boat washed…ahhhh, time to put the old negotiation skills to the test. How much? How much, c’mon my amigo, you’re killing me here, I’ve got kids to feed, dogs and cats, a wife…you’re much to young to retire……HOW MUCH? C’mon, lets have a beer and talk about this…oh man, I give you a beer and you’re breaking my arm man, you’re killing me! LOL…and on it went….until we arrived at a happy amount for the two of us, and 30 minutes later there were 3 very happy and very hard working guys scrubbing Moorahme down. Polished all the stainless, washed, waxed, scrubbed…oh my! And we had lunch and a few beer together…salami, cheese, pork tenderloin, crackers…and we all laughed an joked in Spanglish and English and Spanish all at the same time. Great guys!

Then, it was off to the infinity pool overlooking the ocean….met up with Craig and Bonnie from s/v Odin, great folks that we sort of knew back in Brunswick Landing marina…apparently they vividly remember the heckling from dock #8 to join in and have a few drinks every time they pedalled by on their! We quickly were caught up, enjoyed the pool and friendship, and then it was back to Moorahme for a quick nap…remember who had not bedded down since 5 a.m the day before….then up, dress and off to dinner at one of the local restaurants. After eating, it was really time for bed……and a good sleep was had by all!

Sailboat races on the weekend

Sailboat races on the weekend

The winner - with our friends Sabastien and Ramon as crew

The winner – with our friends Sabastien and Ramon as crew

Ocean World Marina – boats, staff and the area

IMG_2921Well, we are still here at Ocean World Marina, just 4 miles west of Puerto Plata, Dominican Republic. The wind Gods have been howling pretty much ever since we arrived, and they are howling big time. This marina has a huge rock breakwall, I would estimate 25 feet thick and at least 25 feet high. The waves have lopped over the wall at times, pretty impressive to see. The rollers/waves at the channel entrance are just as impressive! The staff here are super friendly. It is a pretty good hike from the office area to Moorahme, and if they see you walking they are quick to pick you up in their golf cart and give you a ride back to the boat. The laundry facility here is impressive, and we took advantage of it and had our laundry done.

Moorahme is on a “T” dock. A “T” dock is at the very end of a dock, and offers very easy accessibility. The only issue though, is that you can’t tie the boat off on both sides….so there is a wee bit of rockin’ and rollin’ going on what with the ocean surge and the high winds…but nothing we can’t handle! A local here saw that we had no chafe protection for our dock lines, and was quick to offer me a great deal on some cut up fire hose…so now we have chafe protection! Yeehaw!

Moorahme at the T-dock

Moorahme at the T-dock

We have discovered a great restaurant/bar. Chris and Mady’s is an easy walk, and their curry dishes are amazing! They also rent out one and two bedroom condos, at a very cheap rate. It isn’t the Ritz, but clean, right across the street from the beach, and within staggering distance of great food! And cold cervezas! Check them out here…… for a cheap, fun vacation. Chris relocated here 30 years ago from Winnipeg, Manitoba…..he chuckles when he relates that he turns the heat on in the car if it is 75 F or cooler. LOL!

All of the sailboats that have departed the marina are heading to the Bahamas, Cuba, Florida….not one has arrived to head to Puerto Rico. Kind of strange……We hope to depart either Monday or Tuesday for Samana. This will be an overnight passage of about 18 hours duration… not a long run by our standards. At night the cool winds drop down from the mountains along the shoreline and create what is referred to as “catabatic” winds, which will help us along our route with their offshore push. I actually think I may have to put on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt for this one…it does kind of cool off at around 4 a.m., which makes sleeping rather nice! But, no sleeping when on passage, at least not when it’s my shift.

There are some awesome boats here….a sixty foot Abeking-Rasmussen with an 8 member crew…all female! Lucky captain! They will depart for Cuba probably on Thursday. A Bayfield 32 from Quebec departed for the Turks and Caicos yesterday afternoon, their ultimate destination Florida. They took quite a beating getting out the channel, there are some big rollers and swells coming in these days, but they made it out fine and went merrily along their way. The sailboat beside us is from France…they were quick to point out that we had only half a Canadian flag when we Beth and I hoisted our last spare. When we arrive in Puerto Rico we will order some replacements from Amazon, and we’ll also order some various parts and replacement items as well. There is also a French made aluminum sailboat here, I was told that it was a Canadian owned boat, but last night when we walked by the boat we could hear nothing but Spanish….I guess they could be Spanish speaking Canucks?

Tomorrow we will go on a tour of the area….hopefully enjoy the cable car if it is not too windy, tour a cigar factory, a rum factory, and whatever else our guide decides we should see. We are not going to rent a car here. Why you wonder? Driving here is incredible. No rules! There can’t be any laws or rules. It is pure mayhem..and yet everyone seems to get through it ok. We will hire a driver and let him worry about the traffic, which will be even worse due to the upcoming countrywide election and the president being in town campaigning.

It is a beauty day here so far, time to get up and at ’em. LOL…methinks Beth wants a pool day, and so it will be. The sun is up, very few clouds in the sky!

Keep your stick on the ice!

Dominican Republic

The Dominican Republic

As we near landfall, the smell of flowers greets us on the predawn breeze and as we get closer I detect the smell of smoke, inoffensive and almost like a pleasant cigar smell. The vegetation covered volcanic mountains are a nice change after the low shrubs and coral of The Bahamas.

Lush green mountains

Lush green mountains

Clearing into Customs and Immigration is quick and easy at this marina – everything is on site. There seems to be lots and lots of rules and money requests when it comes to leaving a port and entering another. Stopping at an anchorage (where there is no Customs) is not allowed. That means our next hop will have to be another overnight. Ahhggh!

Docked for a while

Docked for a while

The othe three boat left the following day for Samana, but I’m too tired to think straight. We miss the chance to get a  dispatcho so we can leave the marina and catch the small weather window. There will be high winds and big seas for the next week or so. So hear we stay.

This marina has lots of things to see and do. There is a sea lion show twice a day that we can hear from our dock.

The Casino at the Marina

The Casino at the Marina

A lovely big boat

A lovely big boat

Atop the casino is a lovely cigar bar with a magnificent view.

Bar staff - they make a mean Mojito

Bar staff – they make a mean Mojito

The view from the bar

The view from the bar


Olivia - performing

Olivia – performing


This young man and Randy had an animated Spanglish conversation about baseball players, boxers and wrestles. Sports – universal guyspeek.


Turks and Caicos

Turks and Caicos – a new stamp for the passport!

When you enter a new country in a boat you have to take down the courtesy flag of the country you’ve left and raise a Quarantine flag to indicate that you haven’t checked in yet. Once you have cleared Customs and Immigration, you  can hoist the courtesy flag of the new country.


Randy hoisting the Q flag at dawn.

Randy lowering the Bahamas flag and ready to  hoist the Q flag at dawn.


Storm clouds on the other side of the island

Storm clouds on the other side of the island

Pretty and blue ahead

Pretty and blue ahead

Checked into Customs just waiting for Immigration to arrive to stamp our passports

Checked into Customs just waiting for Immigration to arrive to stamp our passports  – Randy, Gary, Tom, Sandy

It de islands mon!

It’s  de islands mon!


Anchored in Sapodillo Bay


Drinks and appetizers


The new dinghy - securely fasened

The new dinghy – securely fasened


Docked at South Side Marina – fuelled up and waiting out some big winds.

We needed to get fuel for the next leg of our trip and South Side Marina is the place to go. The only problem is the charts say the water depth into the marina is only 5.5 feet of water ….and we have a 6 foot draft. Bob, the owner, says we can make it at high tide – he’ll talk us in. And he does! Our depth sounder said there was just a couple of inches of water under the keel – nail biting- but we did it.

Bob at South Side Marina

Bob at South Side Marina

Bob's Bar

Bob’s Bar

Fixed something

Fixed something

Randy took the opportunity of being on a dock and near a boat parts store to fix a few things.  Salt water is so corrosive.

The weather settled down and we were ready to move on. The next section of the trip will take 8 hrs and if we want to do it in day light – and we do – we have to leave early in the morning. But high tide isn’t until 2pm. So we leave the marina the day before and go back to Sapodillo Bay for the night. Our friends Sandy and Tom on Renaissance II and a couple from Quebec , Richard and Diane on Rodingard, will be travelling with us.

Sapadillo Bay sunset

Sapadillo Bay sunset

We sailed across the Caicos Banks and arrived at Sand Cay. Sand Cay is the farthest southeast island of Turks and Caicos. A good place to stage to jump across to The Dominican Republic.

Sand Cay

Sand Cay

Once we were ancored, we got a call on the VHF radio from our friends on Sandy Feet! They were up at Salt Cay,the next island North, watching the humpback whale. This is the time of year when the whales move through this area to mate and birth calves.

Andy - up the mast on Sandy Feet

Andy – up the mast on Sandy Feet

Sandy Feet joined us in the anchorage latter on.

So, we have four boats on our night crossing. There is something reassuring in hear another voice in the night.

Escape from Chicken Harbour

George Town has the reputation of being the place where people stop heading south. Nicknamed Chicken Harbour for those who decide it’s too scary, too far, too bumpy, too something to go farther. For many it is the intended destination and it’s certainly comfortable and fun for those who stay.

We planned to go farther – but it was tempting to stay….

We sailed to Calabash Bay, Long Island – still in the Bahamas.

Sunset - Calabash Bay, Long Island, Fhe Bahamas

Sunset – Calabash Bay, Long Island, Fhe Bahamas


We planned to meet up with Irene and Gary on St. Somewhere. They arrived just a few hours after us and then we were surprised to see Tom and Sandy on Renaissance II sail in.

We had cocktail on Moorahme and made plans to sail to Mayaguana the next day and following night.

It was a lovely sail during the day but the wave kicked up and made for an uncomfortable night. St. Somewhere stopped at a different Island to carry on to Turks and Caicos the next day.

We followed Renaissance II to Abrahms Bay, Mayaguana (still in the Bahamas) arriving about noon. Five hours longer than planned.

Sunset at Abrahams Bay

Sunset at Abrahams Bay

We went to bed early after letting RenaissanceII know we’d be leaving about 3am. They have a much faster boat so they said they leave around 6 and meet us there. We woke up at 1 and set off . Always fun trying to leave an anchorage in the dark.

Made it to Turks and Caicos by noon! Yay – finally out of The Bahamas!

George Town and a new Dinghy – Finally!

We sailed to George Town to pick up the Dinghy. We need it here – we’re anchored out again.

Here it comes - the dinghy

Here it comes – the dinghy

Gtown sunset

Gtown sunset

Randy has friends here from Blind River. We’re anchored right near them.


The east side of Monument Beach

The east side of Monument Beach

This guy was having a blast

This guy was having a blast

Jumping waves (too bad you can't see the kite in the picture

Jumping waves (too bad you can’t see the kite in the picture

I had fun too

I had fun too

And got a bit wet

And got a bit wet


Looking out at Elizabeth Harbour - George Town

Looking out at Elizabeth Harbour – George Town

Sunday at the beach (last day in Gtown)

Sunday at the beach (last day in Gtown)