Things get Better...almost there!

We are now almost at the end of  our Pacific passage. We have 2 or 3 more days to go depending on the wind and the morale on board has improved somewhat now that it appears that the boom is stable.

We are however going a little stir crazy.

Al has grown a beard and for the first time today "caught food in it!"  For some reason he seems to think that this is  remarkable. He has never had a beard before and it's all pretty ghastly...the beard and the food in it!

Who is this man?!

 A sunrise to inspire.

As Al gets more philosophical, I get tougher..managing the guys  for the spinnaker pole!

Mean squall on radar...Legend IV in the middle.

Sodden, bearded skipper watching squalls on radar.

Mean Squall on the horizon.

Sunset on our last night at sea before the Marquesas.

On a more esoteric note, I am meditating at sunrise and coming up with all sorts of profound contemplations...something like "the sea is breathing for the earth' seemed to be significant this morning but the insights been better!

Actually Al waxed lyrical in the log last night...

"WE SEEM TO BE FLYING OVER THE CRESTS OF THE WAVES ON THE WINGS OF A GREAT WHITE BIRD."

Could  the beard be altering his personality?

Every morning and evening we listen to to the roll call of the Oyster fleet and catch up with the positions and wind and sea conditions of the boats on the rally as they make their way to the Marquesas.

Several boats are very near to us according to the roll call but we have seen none of the fleet and only 3 fishing boats in the entire 2 weeks that we have been at sea.

Al and I keep a good watch at sea and  one of us is on deck at virtually all times of the day and night. We do shifts of about 4 hours on and 4 hours off 24/7.

After 2 weeks of no one and nothing out there, it seems tempting to turn on the lights and go to sleep at sundown...and to hope that other boats are keeping a good watch.

NEXT DAY
Sod's law...I stopped blogging last night in order to help Al deal with several murderous looking squalls hitting us one after the other.

The boat was sodden and being a fair weather sailor supreme, I huddled pitifully in the cockpit during my watch trying desperately to keep dry and to see what was happening out in the pitch black night.

The skies cleared for a few minutes and who should be within alarmingly close range of us but one of the other Oysters.

I called our exhausted skipper up on deck and he cursed me soundly/roundly while turning on the engine and motoring away from what he maintains was a sure collision.

A potential crisis  averted but yet another dent  was made in our fond recollections of the "float across the pond" we enjoyed back in '87,

As a matter of fact however,   when I actually got down to reading our log from the first trip, I see my perception of this passage all those years ago was completely wrong. That trip  wasn't that great  either....there is an entry in the log that states..

"WILL THERE EVER BE AN END TO THIS INFERNAL BATTLE WITH THE WIND AND WAVES! AN END THAT INCLUDES A HOUSE ON TERRA FIRMA ..PREFERABLY ONE IN CAMPS BAY PLEASE!"

Well 25 years  and several houses later, including one in Camps Bay, I can safely say that there could possibly be magical power in heartfelt wishes written in a log at sea.

I think I had better be more specific in the log in future..."SEAT 1A ON THAT 747 PLEASE!"

Taking the plunge-Crossing the Pacific

Apologies for the delay in posting our blog.  The Internet in far flung places leaves a lot to be desired and in order to post photos, I need quick, reliable Internet which doesn't happen often in these wonderful destinations. I soldier on determinedly however and hope that someone out there is listening!

Nellie, our English Rose, hiding from the sun in early days

Helen's cheerful and positive nature and her willingness to help with every task on board has been a blessing. Thanks to you both, we will miss you.

Out and about and loving life.

Top Piece of the Gooseneck sheared right off...managed to put the bolt back into the bottom piece, lashed it into place and prayed for it to hold!

The boom is incredibly heavy and we were lucky that it didn't do any serious damage to the boat...not to mention to ourselves.

Daunting sight when you have 2 weeks between you and the closest bit of land!

 

Using binocs to keep a check on the boom from a safe vantage point!

The hard hat we found  in Panama came in handy while on watch out at sea....just in case the boom broke free once again!

On our final morning in the Galapagos , our sailing partners for the past 3 months, Chris and Helen, left Legend IV in order to make their way back to the UK  and the real world.

Chris and Helen have been a joy to have on board . Chris's wealth of sailing experience- he spent  19 years on a gap year sailing the world before settling down to become a meteorologist- has been invaluable in helping Al and I to get to know our new boat. 

As Chris and Helen boarded a ferry bound  eventually for snowy Devon, Legend IV lifted anchor and headed for the Marquesas...3000 miles away ..the longest single leg of our round the world trip .

On Legend I this trip took us 31 days but we remember it as being one of the most idyllic legs of our first circumnavigation and were looking forward to crossing the peaceful Pacific on our own once again.

So much for the peaceful Pacific!!! We are now 2 thirds of the way to the Marquesas ..12 days at sea ...and the blissful idyll we had anticipated has yet to materialise.

The main reason for the bursting of our self satisfied bubble, was the fact that the boom very rudely sheared right off the mast of our indestructible Oyster on our third day at sea.


We had been sailing along on a beautiful, steady beam reach, in rough seas but bright sunshine  and the next thing we knew, the boom  slammed down onto our bimini and proceeded to  ruin our day quite considerably.  

Any sailor will tell you that the collapse of the boom is a bit of a disaster and I know my clever book club friends are asking the obvious question... why didn't you turn back to get it repaired? Well in techno speak, it is almost as difficult to sail for 3 days into the wind without a mainsail as it is to sail for 2 weeks down wind. In addition, Eddie, our Oyster engineering guru, was already in the Marquesas and the chances of having it fixed in Galapagos were pretty much zero. 

So we surveyed the damage,  I manned up to the situation , Al did some marvellous jury rigging and we limped  on into the horizon.

How such a vital part of an almost new boat could fail is difficult to comprehend but after a flurry of emails, Oyster have been quick to arrange to have a new gooseneck sent by the manufacturer of the rig, Formula Marine,  to Tahiti  where hopefully it can be replaced without too much upheaval.

Needless to say, we have spent the last 10 days checking and rechecking the lashed boom and sailing slowly and carefully without our mainsail in order to get to the Marquesas without any further damage.

I must admit there were a few tears from me when it all looked like it was going pear shaped and the mean seas and rough weather we encountered for the first week after the accident had me entering the following comment in our log in the middle of the night...."OUR NEXT TRIP AROUND THE WORLD WILL BE IN A 747........FIRST CLASS! "

Isabella-Galapagos

Isabella was our final port of call in the Galapagos and our favourite island of the 3 we had permission to visit. The main town of Villamia is centred around a dusty park and the roads are unpaved  and largely free of traffic other than marine iguanas.

Traffic jam

Land Iguanas cross where and when they like.

Tiny Galapagos Penguin embarrassed by his grey feet..wife complaining.

One of the survivors..probably ran away!

Baby turtles ..population explosion underway.

Tough nut to crack

Dare I say it?..all shagged out

pilot whale shot taken with the go pro on the surface

Pilot whale up close and personal

Sea Lions in more natural environment than the streets of San Cristobal- fascinating lava tunnels

Looking out to sea from the comfort of an Isabella beach bar...contemplating the big passage ahead...Galapagos to Marquesas.

Once again we signed up for tours taking us to the wildlife hotspots.....more iguanas, sea lions, sea turtles and flamingos.

 Also the tiny Galápagos penguin for the first time and of course, another giant tortoise sanctuary.

On each of the islands we have visited thus far, there is a breeding program for the giant tortoises which were cruelly exterminated by passing ships throughout 18th and 19th centuries and by unscrupulous colonists who traded in their oil and shells in the 20th century.

One finds it difficult to imagine the agony that these enormous, placid creatures faced when they were kept on their backs in the holds of ships for months at a time to provide fresh meat for the sailors throughout the voyage.

The Galapagos conservation authorities are taking the return of these giants seriously and judging from the thousands of tiny tortoises being reared in captivity, it won't be long before there are large numbers of tortoises roaming the volcanic isles once again.

I must admit though, every time we saw a pair or more of the enormous adults, they were mating embarrassingly and uncomfortably. in another hundred years or so, the Galapagos  will probably be overrun..in a manner of speaking , by grinding and bumping behemoths on the boardwalks and the locals may be regretting their determined 21st century conservation efforts .

Our final day in the Galapagos was a special treat .. A small group of us headed out to sea in ski boat where we swam and snorkeled with enormous manta rays .We came across at least 20 of these amazing creatures, 3 metres or more  wide, swimming solo  close to the surface, their wing tips showing above the water initially looking like the dorsal fins of 2 sharks swimming alongside one another.

They were totally unperturbed by us as we descended on them from above -armed with go pros and video cameras and breathless with the wonder of the experience.

If anyone can enlighten me as to how to put a video up on my blog (I make no excuses for my technical incompetence)..or even better how to take a screen shot from a video on a Mac, I can  upload the pics and share them-if there's anyone out there reading this...anyone except my Mom of course!

In the absence of manta ray pics, here is a photo of what Alan says my feet look like after 4 months without a pedicure!!!!!!!

On a more picturesque note...after the wonder of the manta ray dives, we came across a pod of pilot whales. The excitement of the tour guide made it obvious that this was a very special encounter .We jumped overboard and did our best to keep up with the whales in the water.

They humoured us for a while..let us get the camera angles sorted and then swam powerfully and unconcernedly beyond the horizon!

The sharks and turtles we swam with in a bay filled with lava tunnels from exploding magma after lunch were yet another special highlight in a day filled with David Attenborgh encounters. The turtles were particularly tame and seemed to relish being joined by curious humans almost inviting us to touch and hold onto them as they swam by.

The Galapagos have proved to be an amazing adventure ....another highlight and a spot I would recommend as a very worthwhile destination....before the tortoises and sea lions take over!

Santa Cruz-Galapagos

From San Cristobal, we had a comfortable day's sail to Peurto Ayora on the island of Santa Cruz.

This island is far more populated than San Cristobal and the town is heaving with tourists and tour companies vying for their business. Not as many sea lions though!

Again we did various tours during the day and whiled away the early evenings at the Oyster  happy hour.

Oyster Happy Hour Terrace

End of Happy Hour -Dedicated driver.

Flasher at pool on Oyster Terrace-come a little closer Girly!

Bonkers street...Oyster crews adding to the ambiance.

Hmm..should I go for the large or the Extra Large?

Successful pairing.

May I have the pleasure Senorita?

We had dinner ashore most evenings to avoid the enormous  swell in the bay which had the boat rolling alarmingly. We may as well have been at sea rather than anchored in a seemingly protected bay.

We found an area frequented by the locals which Helen nicknamed "Bonkers Street" where we 'dined' at crowded tables from open  barbecues in the street . The food was great, the beer was cold and the company was excellent- all for less than 10 dollars a head. 

The locals on Santa Cruz were welcoming and friendly and on our tours we were once again fortunate to see more of the unusual wild life which inspired Charles Darwin and his Theory of evolution.

The frigate birds on Santa Cruz have been particularly impressive and at this time of the year the males are a sight to behold. In order to attract a mate, they inflate their red balloon like neck pouches spectacularly. Possibly a very demoralising experience if you are a male frigate bird surrounded by other fully inflated competitors displaying  to the circling females who are making choices based on the size of the equipment.

The blue footed boobies are also unique to the Galapagos and their comical mating dances were a source of great entertainment to us and obviously to the Spanish explorers who gave them their name....bobo or "stupid " in Spanish. 

The males blue footed boobies attract the females by energetically displaying their feet .The brighter blue the feet are and the higher they are lifted..no mean feet (?)when you are a duck..perhaps this is where the term "goose stepping" comes from. ....the more likely the booby is to get lucky.

San Cristobel, Galapagos

Our first port of call in the Galapagos was the island of San Cristobal.

As we put down our anchor, we were visited by a curious sea lion who came out to explore a new platform on which to sunbathe..the stern platform of the good ship Legend. Unfortunately for him, his personal hygiene, most notably his breath and poor toilet etiquette,  belied his charming demeanour  and we dispatched of him post haste.

"Requesting Permission to come aboard Skipper"

 Within minutes of his ignominious departure we  discovered that Wreck Bay is alive with sea lions. The town on the bay is home to 6 000 human inhabitants and 20 000 sea lions,  all competing for a comfortable spot in which to relax in-between fishing forays. The seals are winning.....

We were forced to herd them off our boat 24/7...the sea lions not the locals!

2 Star accommodation -despite the name.

The determined creatures have taken over the newly built sea front promenade and children's play area and  the  locals deter them from climbing onto their boats with barbed wire…so the white leather cushions in our  shady cockpit, sensibly accessed via a swim platform and a stainless steel ladder must have seemed like a 5 star retreat.

No room at the inn

Bigger and stronger locals fight back!

 Once our anchor was down and we had dealt with the seal lion reconnaissance parties, we were expected to wait on board for several hours before dealing with the most painful and complicated immigration procedures we have yet had to endure.

The militia of San Cristobal, men in big boots with guns, came aboard to 'welcome us to the Galapagos". They required 5 copies of every single document we possessed and charged us over $1000 for the pleasure of visiting their Archipelago for 2 weeks!

The Galapagos ecological balance is being carefully protected by these military fellows and the numerous photocopies of our documents seemed to prove their diligence. Somewhere on the islands however, there are massive warehouses filled with several rain forests worth of paper work..all being guarded by men in boots...or sea lions!

As a general rule, I would say that the officials in most of the countries that we have visited have obviously never met the PR people in these same countries. One group spends millions dreaming up posters and slogans to entice people to their destinations while the other group does their best to ruin the experience for the tourists once they get there with mindless bureaucracy and rude and unwelcoming officials.

In the Galapagos, the officials take the "treat 'em mean and keep 'em keen" philosophy to the extreme and once you have completed their strenuous formalities, yachts are free to anchor in very limited demarcated areas. From there you have to pay handsomely for tours on land or boat with official tour guides.

Finally ashore...hair awry after battling sea lions and officials.

Turn your back and they take over again!

Keeping an eye  the sea lions and officials for over a hundred years...nothing surprises him any more!

Al and I were however quite determined to make the most of the Galapagos on this trip. In 1987 we were given only 72 hours on the islands. We managed to stay for 5 days in the end but we were given enough of a taste of the unique wild life on the islands to encourage us to cough up for several tours on each of the islands

Small rays circling the boat in the evening..they feed on insects on the surface.

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The San Cristobal tours took us to volcano craters, giant tortoise sanctuaries and beaches covered with land and marine iguanas, marvellous birds and the ubiquitous sea lions. Our distaste for the officialdom began to fade as we began to appreciate the need for conservation of this environment and the sometimes extreme efforts of the authorities to protect their heritage.

Will refrain from beauty and the beast comments...know that someone out there will be rude!

Our favourite trip on San Cristobal took us drift snorkeling through a deep fissure between two volcanic outcrops alive with sharks turtles and eagle rays.

The sharks, harmless white tips and less  harmless Galapagos v
ersions of bull sharks were alarmingly curious and at any one time we were surrounded by 5 to10 sharks..some within a metre or two of our nervous fins.

An amazing experience but next time I might wear the pink floral swimsuit languishing in the aft cabin rather than the possibly more flattering but distinctly more seal like black Lycra number that seemed to attract more attention than I had in mind!

Al- happy to circle one of the harmless curious denizens of the deep.

Crossing the equator- las Perlas to Galapagos

PACIFIC DOLDRUMS-flat calm but sharks, dolphins or Neptune disturbing the peace.

 

I was somewhat dreading our trip to Galapagos from Las Perlas. The reason for the apprehension was the fact that the same trip in February 1988 took us 16 days to cover a mere 800 miles.

 I remember bobbing up and down in the Pacific doldrums on Legend I for days on end in sweltering heat, praying for wind. On one particularly  soul destroying day we even went backwards when a current caught us and pushed us in the wrong direction. I seem to remember drifting past vegetable peelings we had thrown overboard the day before!

On this trip, we did no bobbing or drifting and, thanks to Chris's accurate weather routing, we made it to the Galapagos in just 4 and a half days- A 400% improvement if my calculations are accurate.?

Chris accurately predicted where and when we would run out of wind and with a little more cash in the kitty for diesel this time, we  fired up the motor and proceeded to cross the doldrums at a sensible 6.5 knots which kept our morals in fine shape.

Equator Celebration

On our 4th day and final day at sea on this voyage, we crossed the equator and headed into the Southern Hemisphere.  Alan and Chris and I had all crossed the equator by boat before. (Useless fact; Naval tradition refers to those who have had this distinction as 'Trusty shellbacks'. )

We had no need to be singled out for a drubbing by  Neptune therefore and  the three of us chose to take a swim in on the equator to mark the crossing. According to the charts, the water was more than 3 kilometres deep... a long way down and plenty of big creatures besides Neptune himself, potentially lurking in the depths.

Nervous smiles from the Trusty Shellbacks...shark bait?

 
 We survived to blog again and Nellie , a Southern ocean virgin, or a Polly wog (another vital Naval term ) appeased the sea Gods by pouring a good dose of rum overboard -the cheap stuff we keep for anesthetizing fish or for emergency rations-and cooking us a delicious dinner…pistachio encrusted tuna..freshly caught a few hours earlier..with fruit salsa and chocolate cake. Another fine dining experience on the good ship Legend.

Sunrise off Kicker Rock Galapagos .

Las Perlas -enroute to Galapagos

After our rushed whirl of shopping, stacking and packing in Panama , we were relieved to see the city skyscrapers  receding into the distance as we headed for Las Perlas, a small group of island about 30 miles off the coast of Panama.

Volcanic Beach at San Jose

The Las Perlas group is largely uninhabited apart from a few holiday homes for wealthy Panamanians and scattered fishing villages. Their claim to fame has been the fact that the islands were used for several series of the reality television program, Survivor.

 The original Indian inhabitants were not the greatest survivors apparently. They were slaughtered by the Spanish Conquistadors in their greed for the pearls that the Islands produced. One particularly brutal Spaniard rounded up the island chiefs and fed them to his dogs! That would have given  reality television a new dimension!

There were  no vicious dogs in sight as we meandered down the chain for a week, but we did see whales and rays and dolphins and huge colonies of frigates and boobies and pelicans. The only nasty critters around were jelly fish who curtailed our swimming activity somewhat. They would give you a nasty little sting when you encountered them..just unpleasant enough to spoilt your day but thankfully not lethal. 

Apart from these inhospitable natives, we enjoyed wonderful anchorages in calm, quiet lagoons with few other boats in sight. We took a dinghy ride up a freshwater river, collected cowrie shells on a never ending beach and somehow managed to survive.

 

Alan and Dylan..fishing strategy circa 2013.

Alan and Dylan on right..fishing strategy 1987. Dave and Nicholas, Dylan's Dad and brother on left.

Alan tried out his new, deadly spear gun and caught a small snapper but Dylan proved to be the king fisherman and speared a large snapper which comfortably fed 6 of us at a beach barbecue. Apparently  justifying the undisclosed but reportedly hefty price tag .

Piscatorial death on hand - reportedly.

Hopefully the spear guns on Orion and Legend will continue to keep the freezer stocked on our journeys  across the Pacific. Food prices in Tahiti are reported to be astronomical and the spear gun will pay for itself over and over again…etc, etc... man talk for the equivalent of shoes and handbags.

Shell collecting..thirsty work.

Survivor Oyster Style

We lingered in the Las Perlas waiting for a weather window to open for our trip to the Galapagos Islands. With Chris, the highly regarded sailing meteorologist on board, we were fully informed as to when to leave and which course to steer.

Our intrepid Weatherman...out on a limb!

As Legend sailed out of Las Perlas and headed for the doldrums, I noticed a few members of the Oyster fleet hurriedly dropping everything to up anchor and follow in our footsteps knowing that we had inside information at hand...