Saturday 30 January 2016

Barbados

After Dave had completed formalities we went into the bay ( six men's bay ) and anchored. We then discovered what had possibly been giving us problems trying to furl away the twin genoas, there were two brackets hanging lose that should be bolted to the furler with two substantial Allan bolts which were, gulp, missing! They should be in the lower of the two holes in the yellow casting below.


The forestay had unscrewed from the furling mechanism as we furled away the sail, luckily Dave found a length of threaded rod that we could use to effect a repair until Dave could replace with pukka parts.
We took the dinghy ashore and went on a search for a cash machine, after a friendly ( and expensive ) taxi driver gave us a lift to a garage where we managed to acquire local funds, we were then dropped off at a bar called the " Golden Anchor"


After we had worked out that Carole's Coke with ice had just cost £3.50 we decided it would be economically prudent to get the bus back to where we had left the dinghy.
If you have never caught a bus in Barbados it can come as something of a shock, they drive at breakneck speed, constantly tooting the horn and savagely breaking. If you have ever seen the night bus in the Harry Potter movies you will have a general idea! The most exiting $2 I have ever spent. There seems to be a standard fare of $2, which is a very good deal as from Port St Charles to Bridgetown it's a 45 minutes of terrifying slalom and high speed overtaking!
We returned to Port St Charles and went to the local beach bar.


They were cooking food over wood fires and it smelt delicious! We decided to eat there the following day and we continued to drink the local beer followed by rum and Coke chasers which came in kit form with a bottle of Coke, a bottle of rum and four plastic cups! We staggered back to the dinghy at about one in the morning and had a nightcap in the cockpit of Hocus Pocus as the reality of what we had achieved finally sunk in.
The following day we had decided to go into Bridgetown to get local SIM cards so we could catch up with blogs etc. In the hot Carribean sun the marina complex and coast looked stunning.


The colours were outstanding, possibly after being in a sea of blue for two weeks.


There were some very large super yachts berthed near the customs office and " Yacht Club"


We then had another white knuckle ride on a local bus into Bridgetown, at first it was standing ( read lurching ) room only until we suddenly stopped as two buses in front of us were blocking the road. There was great consternation on the bus as its headlong rush was halted, " total gridlock" Lynnes auntie Mary would have been amused to discover that we were in a place on the island called St Albans. There are some great place names on Barbados, I think Pie corner has to be my favourite.


Bridgetown was very busy it being a Saturday and extremely colourful everyone seemingly dressed up to the nines. Lynne was fascinated by the marvellous hairstyles of the women, they were marvellous.
After we had acquired SIM cards we updated Facebook, blogs etc. And generally let the world we didn't contact by sat phone where we were. I was very amused when the very helpful lady in the FLOW ( local phone ) shop took out her earring to change the SIM in my iPad, it's a good excuse to get my ears pierced I will never be short of one of those ridiculous Apple prodders for opening the SIM slot again! A top tip from Barbados that.


We had a look at the small harbour, ( no private yachts allowed ) and as the heat of the day became a little oppressive we retired to an upstairs bar that allowed a great view of the street so we could drink cold beer while people watching below.


Carole was a bit put out to discover we were back in a non smoking bars country!


We managed to find a small supermarket and purchase some essential supplies before a quite sedate  ( by Barbados standards ) ride back to Port St Charles.


The sun was within an hour of setting and the cool of the evening was just setting in as we returned to Hocus Pocus.


That's her just above the headland in the middle of the picture above.


We eat at the beach bar and had fried chicken cooked by the lovely lady above over wood fires. Washed down with a couple of bottles of Banks beer. Delicious.


Leaving Mindelo ( again )

The After a quick check with Christopher about his job seeking ( fail on that front unfortunately ) we joined the queue for the fuel berth, stooping around as we waited our turn to fuel and water. It takes quite a while to fill Hocus Pocus's 500 litre tanks and a Portugese skipper was getting very impatient which led to a discussion with Ceasar the fuel guy as to which nationality were the most trouble. Turns out it's the French, I would have put money on the Germans but there you go!
Soon we left Grand Harbour and began to feel the swell as the wind increased to around force 4.


The weather was just as predicted on the GRIB files namely NE force 4-5  we sped off south and soon got the twin genoas out.


Hocus Pocus was spanking along once again on our way across the Atlantic. As Soa Vicente dropped in our wake we were all looking forward to our next big adventure.


The day continued hot and clear and we made fair progress until the late afternoon when the wind dropped appreciably, the wind continued to be sub 10 knots for most of the night as we began watches. I was on the morning watch and the wind had just started to fill in a little and I was admiring some flying fish when I pondered what may be making them take flight, I chose this moment to look back at the one lure I had left in the water ( big tangle earlier with carpets of weed ) I was amazed to see a large Dorado take the lure. I grabbed the rod but the reel just wasn't man enough to bring this fish in so I shouted Lynne to get me the gloves and I pulled it towards the boat like a handline. I got it on board after a little struggle and there it was my third catch but first landing of a fine Dorado. The colours were spectacular but began to fade almost immediately.





Dorado are very good eating so that was dinner sorted!


Dave also caught a good Dorado and my handline produced a John Dory, also good eating!


The weather continued hot, and there were few distractions apart from "Ming Ming" on the VHF at night, we suspect that there was a Japanese fishing fleet around after Tuna and there was one philipino radio operator who delighted in hogging channel 16 and broadcasting music or just verbal rubbish and profanity. So eventually Dave and I gave him some back and amazingly he shut up!
After a few days we no longer heard him or anyone at all. Shipping vanished and the ocean became a very lonely place. Life carried on however and Dave and I had a few days of changing the rig from twins to main and Genoa as the winds varied from ENE to NE. Progress was good however and we were all getting back into watch keeping routine. A few days after we had ceased to see or hear from anyone else I spotted an orange fishing float which caused great excitement, Dave even watching it longingly through binoculars as it faded from sight!


The stores we had bought in Mindelo to replace those we had used since rescuing Aku Mor were proving a disappointment. Many of the vegetables were going rotten very quickly and Lynne was doing a good job as supply officer sorting out the good from the bad.


The noise was still a problem for us, Hocus Pocus has a tendency to slam alarmingly between the hulls and it makes sleep off watch very problematic, at one point we were forced to try sleeping in the saloon as it is not immune from the noise but it seems less loud.



However despite the relentless tyranny of the watches we seemed to always be able to rest enough to be able to enjoy time off watch just looking at the sea or the antics of the flying fish which seemed to be our constant companions.


The rough conditions of 2-3 metre swells combined with a moonless portion of the night meant we were getting a bumper crop of flying fish on the decks and in the bow trampolines every morning.


The watches are becoming familiar, Lynne is not keen on the 12-4 am ' graveyard' watch as for the first week it was very dark, however I quite enjoy it as I can familiarise myself with a new sky, one where the plough is standing on its tail and Orion is directly overhead. Lynne thinks the sky is ' upside down' she's quite right. Most people enjoy the 4-8 morning watch as you get to see the sun rise, which is always nice. As once again the moon was in the sky in the afternoon during the first week at sea Dave has been practising with the sextant and given the limitations of a plastic frame Davies model is gradually getting better results. I am missing my Cassens and Plath, when taking sights it's weight would help to dampen this horrible catamaran motion, I don't think I will ever get used to it!


Several ' magic moments' have arrived on the log, the first for me was 1492 miles to go as it was the year Columbus first crossed the Western Sea. The next was at about 1056 miles to go which was the half way point. Hocus Pocus had managed to do this distance in a week so the possibility of a two week crossing was quite good, this would be a very fast time. Under the twin genoas Hocus Pocus was regularly reaching 10 knots.


The weather continued hot and the wind stayed between 12-20 knots. The cloud would build in the mornings and gradually dissipate through the day leaving typical trade wind puffy white clouds.


And boy was it hot!
As we got further west the winds settled into a pattern of NE to ENE and we managed to run under the twins most of the time. Hocus Pocus is normally steered by her auropilot most of the time.


Here it is set to steer the boat by the wind, it has several other modes Navigation and Auto for example. Useful things though they are, autopilots can be mischievous and you need to think about what mode is appropriate for the course you are trying to achieve given the prevailing conditions. Both Dave and I have fallen for the " Nav trap" where the autopilot insists on pointing you into wind to re-join an imaginary line 200 metres to the north killing your progress when you could sail perfectly well if you just told it to follow a compass course. Like I said, mischievous things.......
One day we were lucky enough to be shadowed most of the day by a whale, it was about 5 metres in length with a small central dorsal fin, kind of greenish on top with white underbelly which glowed a sort of aquamarine colour in the sunlight. It remained underwater most of the day circling the boat and swimming under her on occasion, it also breached ahead of the bows like a dolphin. Could it have been a pilot whale? Try as I might I couldn't get a decent shot of it, my camera just picked up waves where we could see his glowing form beneath the water. Luckily Dave managed a shot that just catches "Wally" under the waves.


Still tricky to spot?


 See him now? He has a greenish topside and a white underbelly.


As we had run out of bread Dave the naked chef was drafted in as baker for the boat and a cracking job he made of it!


The next day conditions were a tad rough with a swell building from the NE, this would occasionally pick up the boats sterns and surf of to one side. The autopilot tried manfully but occasionally lost control of our direction. We were in for a bit of an uncomfortable few hours.
To add to our troubles we noticed that the batteries didn't seem to be charging, Lynne and I had noticed the previous night watch that the batteries were struggling to hold a charge but now neither engine or generator seemed to be putting any charge into them, the only charge was coming from the solar panels. Dave tried to isolate the problem and remade one obvious bad connection but it didn't solve the problem.


On a boat like Hocus Picus we are very dependent on electrical power. Tonight will see if we are about to have a serious problem or if we can find another solution. Only 500 miles to go so at a pinch we could hand steer and navigate by Dead Reckoning. Hopefully it won't come to that.
One thing we have been surprised about, as well as the frequency of flying fish is the preponderance of some type of sargasso weed. It's been absolutely everywhere we look, sometimes widely distributed but occasionally very thick long clumps. We presume it's a rich habitat as there are usually fish around.
I have just discovered it is known as Sargassum weed and is becoming more prevalent, to the point where it's becoming a problem. Columbus was familiar with it but there seems to be a lot more of it now.


Meanwhile we are struggling to keep the twin genoas filled as the large swells kick off Hocus Pocus's stern and the wind shifts from ENE to NE, this gives us a wind angle that is beyond the working range of our twin headsails. So the dilemma is do we struggle and hope the wind comes more east or do we fill the sails and lose ground to the south which may mean getting the main up to re acquire the latitude of Barbados.


This is the pilot atlas for this part of the world for January,( the game of little squares) we are at about 50° longitude so according to the atlas there is a 55% chance of NE wind and a 44% chance of E wind. I suspect the wind will make the decision for us but in the meantime we have to trust the helms woman tweaking the autopilot. In this case it was a good decision as Hocus Pocus reached speeds of 14 knots and covered 10 miles in an hour! We managed our first 200 miles in 24 hour days.


More good news is that as we switched the genset on it began to charge the batteries at a healthy 30 amps. There was an audible sigh of relief around the boat. This coincided with us passing the 500 miles to go mark.
 That night was the first time we experienced one of the classic problems of trade wind sailing namely the " line squall" these are preceded by black storm clouds in the vicinity of which the wind increases a couple of forces and is usually accompanied by rain. They are decidedly unpleasant, and if you have never experienced one before are a sudden and intimidatingly scary thing. Our tactic for these short lived mini-gales is to run before them downwind to take the pressure off the rig. This is easy enough during the day but is a different kettle of fish at night when you are flying on instruments. However the sudden increase in boat speed helped to contribute to our high mileage day! The rain also helped remove some of the Sahara desert from the decks.....


The constant wind shifts during the night became a bit wearing, Lynne gained valuable experience trimming the autopilot to keep the twin genoas within their working wind angle. The dawn brought a bright and fair day and the wind settled from the ENE, everyone took the opportunity to sleep and relax the day away as we passed the 300 mile to go milestone.
The following evening brought a return of the line squalls but nowhere near as severe as the previous night. Dave and Carole heard the first transmission on the VHF in ages! And as I took over the watch we passed over the continental shelf at 4 am. Can't say I noticed it.
Lynne took over at 8 am and it was again a scorcher!



Classic trade wind sailing weather........



This is our track across the Atlantic from Mindelo Cape Verde to Barbados.
The final night the wind dropped a little so at least we got some sleep, by the morning winds were very light so we decided as the batteries were flat any way to run the engines for a while and motor sail. We assume the engine noise and vibration were what seemed to attract a pod of bottlenose Dolphins. They played under the bow for 15 minutes and dived from side to side under the boat.





A lovely welcome to the Caribbean! We sailed on, I was on watch and everyone else was asleep when A long low cloud I had been watching began to have a hazy blur under it, was it? Yes, it was, Land!
I woke Lynne up to see, Hocus Pocus was nearly at the end of her marathon journey of over 2000 miles.


We continued to the lighthouse at Harrison point and continued down the coast to Port St Charles ( which we discovered by VHF was fully booked. We then had the usual massive struggle to tame the twins and finally docked at the fuel berth just outside the marina, Lynne and I jumped off the boat as Dave went to clear us in through customs. We said hello to a couple who rowed past in a dinghy we had last seen in Mindelo marina. They had taken 16 days. We had done the 2108.7 mile trip in 13 days and  7 hours.


The guy at the fuel berth said " do you need fuel ?", Ii replied," no but we need 500 litres of water " it's 60 us cents a gallon" sorry we said we have no currency, " have it on me", he said, "welcome to Barbados"
Brilliant!!!!!!


Friday 15 January 2016

Sao Vicente

 As our nasty little depression heads up towards the Azores it has been reclassified as a cat1 hurricane. Hurricane Alex........there's a coincidence!
Our new best mate Tom from the bar Simpatico offered to take us on a tour of the island so having spent the morning getting last minute supplies, Carol who we had left aboard had been busy with the sewing machine and created a windscoop for our cabin, this was installed and funnels cool air down onto our bunk, very necessary when the temperatures are approaching the 30s.


At the appointed hour we met up with Tom and we dropped off Christopher our castaway as he needed a job to finance the repairs to Aku Mor, Tom had kindly offered to try and help him out. There was a man needing English speakers for a call centre. Crap job but needs must!

The first stop we made out of town was the local golf course.


This is one of the "greens"


The club house. There was a pack of dogs which chased us away, chasing the car as we left and trying to bite the tyres. Quite entertaining especially for them!


 We continued the tour as Tom explained how foreign investment had enabled a certain amount of agriculture to be developed. This largely mean drilling wells as once water was added to the soil the Cape Verdes are remarkably fertile as they are volcanic in origin.


The many small farms were fed by windmills that pumped water up from artesian wells. One foreign investor had created a water park in the middle of nowhere, possibly a foolish investment, time will tell.
We made our way onto the north coast which has some fabulous beaches.


The island was turning out to be a total surprise, from the sea it looks, well, there's no other word for it, barren.....from closer up it is still barren but it has a fantastic beauty in a planet Mars kind of a way... The colours of the volcanic earths are stunning and there are people obviously happy and making a living everywhere. Passing people on the road would wave spontaneously.


Tom had decided to show us the view from Mount Verde. This involved a truly terrifying drive up precipitous cliff roads with dizzying drops with an almost total lack of barriers! However the views when we arrived at the summit were amazing.


The whole of this part of the archipelago was revealed in a hazy yet stunning vista.





As we dropped off the mountain ( heart in mouth again! ) Tom was telling us about the history and culture of an island that he obviously loves. He took us on a small detour to visit an almost deserted beach that is a famous kitesurfing venue.


The fishing village nearby was very colourful and bustling and seemed much more typical of island life than the capital Mindelo.



As we approached the small town of Baia ( one coincidentally we had sailed past two weeks ago ) Tom explained about the lagoon which was perfect for swimming and the significance of the permanent stage erected on the beach, there is an annual music festival held there which is becoming very popular. Tom also had another bar and holiday apartment complex where we stopped for a cold beer.


It really was a most beautiful spot and I looked out at the calm water just behind the reef and imagined Dark Tarn quietly at anchor there ( maybe?)

 
Tom continued to entertain us with tales from his time on the island and was kind enough to show us around the complex. If I ever write my novel I can think of no better place....



 We drove back through the fascinating volcanic landscape to Mindelo and Tom took us to one of the poorer parts of town to see the sun set over this colourful city.


It was a brilliant way to spend our last day.



Tomorrow we would leave for the Caribean. My feelings about the Cape Verdes are still mixed however I think I can now see the beauty I may have been missing before, for which I can't thank Tom enough for........