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THE ARGONAUT April 2, 2014

CAPTAIN’S LOG

March 15 – 31   Santa Marta to Cartagena de Indias to Bogota’

This morning we are at sea about 200 miles east of Colon, Panama.  I am on watch.  It is 0900, and my watch began at 0700.  Everyone else is asleep.  The Trade Winds are blowing us and the sea, which is a rolling three to seven feet on our starboard quarter.  I love listening to classical music at this time of day; no one is around and I can turn up the volume as much as I want.  The wind is fresh, the sky is a little pink, and the sun is rising.  It is great to be alive!

 

We left Santa Marta yesterday morning after ten days in Colombia.  This is a wonderful country and we are so glad we came here.  It is clean, it offers very interesting tourist experiences, great food, very friendly and accommodating people, and a rich history and culture.  People work here; no one is loafing. Colombians seem very happy and good natured with an easy sense of humor, yet there is a welcomed interpersonal formality that reflects respect.  It is very safe; we felt no sense of insecurity anywhere, and travel was easy to arrange once we were here.

 

We arrived Friday March 14 at 0200.  The next day we completed formalities and looked over the town as I reported in my last blog.  Saturday we arranged for a trip to Cartagena and Bogota.   On Sunday we hired a private van to take us by road to Cartagena de Indias.  The fare was a suspicious $35 each for a four hour drive.  As it turned out the van wasn’t really private, unless you think eight people stuffed in a little Korean crap box was a private vehicle.  Our fellow passengers were foreign travelers like us, and luggage was stuffed everywhere.  Anyway, the drive along the coast gave us a chance to see Colombia.  The coast from Santa Marta to Panama and beyond to Ecuador is mostly mangrove wetland.  There are some beaches, but for the most part it is brackish inlets and swamps.  Small, seemingly poor fishing villages dot the coastline except for Barranquilla, a very large city located at mouth the Rio Magdalena, the country’s largest river.  Barranquilla is the third largest port after Cartagena and Santa Marta.    The road was in some places a four lane interstate highway, then, when it entered a town, would converge to two lanes before leaving the town and returning to four, maybe.  This part of Colombia is arid.  Although the Trade Winds blow constantly and are heavy with water much of the time, the rain isn’t released on the coast at this time of year, rather the clouds float over the coastal mountains, hit the Andes and drop their payload.  In Santa Marta it hasn’t rained for four months.

 

The Andes (called the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta at this location) in Colombia are divided into three parallel mountain ranges, the Cordillera Oriental (the nominal Andes), the Cordillera Central, and Cordillera Occidental.  The tallest range, the Oriental, begins a few miles east of Santa Marta, where a 16,000 mountain called Mount Bolivar rises from the sea.  The three ranges lie along a southwest path to Ecuador where they merge and turn south and continue down the continent ending at Tierra del Fuego in Chile.  As the Trade Winds strike the Andes at Santa Marta, some of the wind is directed south to the Amazon basin on the south side of the Cordillera Oriental providing rain and moisture to the Amazon Basin.  Bogota’ is located on their northern slopes at a level of almost 9, 000 ft.  On the southern side of these mountains lies the Amazon Valley, which occupies about half of the land mass of Colombia.  Some of the air moves inland between the northern slope of the Andes and the other mountain ranges, the area between which are long, wide, and verdant valleys.  The Rio Magdalena, Colombia’s largest river, flows through the valley between the Central and Oriental Mountains to Barranquilla where it ends in the Caribbean Sea.   From the air, these valleys look like California’s Central or Sacramento Valleys, although more green and lush.  Medellin, Colombia’s second largest city lies at the northeastern end of the Cordillera Central.   Cali, third largest, is south of Panama and on the interior side of the Cordillera Occidental.  We were told that Medellin is the most beautiful city and Cali is home to the most beautiful ladies, although we unfortunately cannot verify these opinions as we didn’t have time to visit them. 

 

About half of Colombia lies south and west of Panama.  The Pacific coast of Colombia is known as the Darien.   The southern part of Panama and this region are dense jungles formed on floating plant matter, sort of like peat. Part of the Darien is a rich savannah that supports the cattle industry in Colombia.  The wet part of the Darien will not support roads or structures, but it does provide a home to some of the most remote and primitive Indians on the planet.  It is also home to the drug cartels and their cocoa fields.

 

Cartagena de Indias is best described by pictures, which I have posted on www.tischtravels.com.  Cartagena was “discovered” by the Spanish in 1506 and became site of their gold mint and was the principal port for the export of gold to Spain.  It was so important that the Spanish built the largest fort in the Americas, Castillo San Felipe de Barajas, named after the king.  Cartagena was the center of Spanish power because it was the point from which gold was shipped to Spain and of course it had to be protected at all costs.  In the late 18 century the fort was attacked by a large British force under command of General Edward Vernon whose intent was to dislodge the Spanish and take the nexus of Spanish power in the Americas for England.  However the campaign failed, although they did manage to take Port Arroyo in Panama, and Veracruz in Mexico.

 

Edward Vernon’s family members were beneficiaries of a land grant in Virginia from the King of England.  They were also friends of the Washington family.  In fact Lawrence Washington, George’s older brother fought in the Cartagena campaign as a British officer under Vernon.   Lawrence Washington bought some of the Vernon’s Virginia holdings and, after his death it was bequeathed first to his wife, and at her death shortly thereafter it fell to George, who named his plantation “Mount Vernon”.  Anyway, Edward Vernon lost the campaign to deny the Spanish the riches of Colombia and South America and it remained in Spanish hands until Colombia was granted independence in 1810 as a result of a revolutionary war led by Simon Bolivar (a Mason like GW). 

 

There are five islands that form Cartagena and its harbor.  The historic center is on one of the islands and is an intact medieval city that once was home to Sir Francis Drake and others.  It is a UNESCO World Heritage site.  Like other Spanish territories it was the site of an active and vicious Inquisition, which extorted wealth from the rich and prosperous.  Today the former site of execution and torture is a public park named for Simon Bolivar.  Of the other four islands, two are home to beautiful high rise apartments and condos as well as designer shopping areas.   The other islands contain the sea port and the San Filipe fortress.  Cartagena is a beautiful, exciting, interesting city that offers some of the best restaurants we have encountered in our travels.

 

Before the arrival of the Spanish, Colombia and the locality of Cartagena had long been a crossroads of trading activity between the various tribes of the Americas, including the Incas and Aztecs.  Native peoples inhabited this region for perhaps 20,000 years, and developed a very sophisticated culture and economy, including irrigated fields, trading over long distances and a robust belief system.  Among other beliefs, they worshiped the sun as the source of all power, and gold represented the sun.  Gold could easily be found in the sands of the Rio Magdalena near Barranquilla.  Native peoples created the lost wax method of jewelry making and fashioned beautiful objects of gold, including gold bells to adorn tree branches at the site of buried family members.  From what I could discern, their belief system was very similar to other ancient peoples, and included a belief in an afterlife and the need to send off the deceased man with his principal wife (they were allowed twenty), and as many of his belongings as would be necessary to get him started in the afterworld.  Corpses were usually adorned in gold if they were of a high rank.  The museum in Cartagena and Bogota’ have wonderful pieces of gold art that survived the Spanish plundering of the native civilization. 

 

One of the more interesting ancient beliefs that seems to have persisted to this day and can be seen in everyday Colombian life is the idea that fertility in the female can be best predicted by a large bottom, or in modern parlance, a big booty.  Younger women here show as much as possible, wear the tightest clothing possible, and accentuate their derrière in a way that appeals to the primal instincts of man, those same instincts that the church has tried to stamp out for 2100 years.  Colombia also sports the fifth highest use of plastic surgery in the world.  Women here employ all the tools God gave them, and a few developed by modern technology, to enhance their natural endowments as much as possible. 

 

After four delightful days in Cartagena we flew to Bogota’, the capital city.  Formerly known by the indigenous peoples as El Dorado, Bogota lies about 400 miles southeast of Cartagena on the northern slopes of the Andes, 9,000 above sea level.  The city is home to about 8,000,000 people and is the largest city in Colombia.  It is a lovely city with modern high rises, broad thoroughfares, large parks, and clean streets.  We stayed in the nicest part of town and devoted one day to touring its major sites. The major points of interest are the “T” zone near our hotel, which is the center of the city’s restaurant and night life.  The restaurants are world class, lovely with good service and wonderful food.  The Monserrate Sanctuary and former monastery atop one of Bogotá’s’ highest peaks is a spot not to be missed because of the panoramic view of this huge and sprawling city.  The historic Spanish center known as the Candelaria is colorful, very interesting and home to the Botero Museum.  Here you can see the delightful paintings and sculptures of Botero that are sure to bring a smile.   A few blocks further down the hill is the city center and large Public Square, characteristic of Spanish cities.  On the south side is the Catholic Cathedral and offices of the Archdiocese, across the square is the office of the Mayor, and on the other two sides are the National Capital and the Palace of Justice.  Behind the capital is the Presidential Palace. The Palace of Justice was rebuilt a few years ago after a fire that destroyed it.  The fire was set by the minions of Pablo Escobar who were attempting destroy evidence of his misdeeds.  

 

We enjoyed our week poking around Colombia, but now it was time to get back to ARGO and get underway for Panama.  I wasn’t looking forward to the Caribbean again, which offers potentially high winds and seas, and our trip would take two days.  As it turned out, our trip was fine and we arrived in Colon on the Caribbean side of Panama right on schedule.  Our only problem was the failure of our water maker, which caused a certain level of anxiety and consternation.  We took the whole thing apart at sea, I was crawling around places on the boat I had hoped I would never have to crawl into, but things worked out and the water maker hobbled along.  We are going to transit the canal today (3/31) and tomorrow, and we will complete the story then. 

 

Thanks for looking in on us.

 

Randy and Rebecca

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THE ARGONAUT OF March 15, 2014

CAPTAIN’S LOG

March 11 – 13:  Departing Port Antonio bound for Colombia

 

We planned to get underway today and fortunately our sat-phone replacement part arrived at 0930.  Christina, the administrator of the harbor office was so kind and helpful in getting our part through customs, and we can’t thank her enough.  The fees to get this supposedly duty free part into the country were $156, more than the cost of the part itself.  Christina gave us a free day of dockage to make up for our frustration, which was very nice of her.  At noon we departed with our friends Ismael, Olga and Paul (the harbor master) on the dock waving us off.  It was very nice, but sad to depart from the wonderful people we had met.

The sea state on our way south was as expected: 4-5 foot seas running toward the west, in line with the Trade Winds.  Not knowing exactly what we might encounter, we decided to head for Santa Marta on the north coast of Colombia near the Venezuelan border, but retained the option of turning west toward Cartagena or Panama if conditions warranted.   Going to Santa Marta was the most aggressive route as it put us directly abeam of the waves, and depending on their size, we might have to heave to and turn westward to put them on our stern.  As we progressed southward the wind and waves were in the 24 knot/4-7 foot range with periods of both higher and lower conditions.  ARGO road them very well, but our movement was tedious and tiring.  Being bounced around all the time makes me very sleepy for the first few days.  Although the seas built as we headed south, things were tolerable and we continued to Santa Marta.  

Santa Marta is located behind a point that forms a bay, sheltered by the Serra Nevada de Santa Marta Mountains, which rise sharply several thousand feet from the sea.  The Trade Winds are particularly strong this time of year.  They are known as the “Christmas Trades” and reach 20-30 knots in the open sea, but close to the coast the wind is funneled by the mountains down toward the coast line and can reach much higher speeds.   The wind was over 50knots as we approached the coast at 0100 Friday morning.  With big wind comes big waves, and I had been watching the weather in this region for several months.   Thirteen foot seas on a daily basis are not unusual, although they usually subside to around an average of five feet as the rainy season approaches in April.  We hoped spring might come early this year.

The Caribbean Sea is a cauldron of tormented water.  The trade Winds blow in from the Atlantic Ocean along the coast of South America. The mountains focus and accelerate the wind at sea level, seas build and blow to the coast of Central America.  There they meet solid land and are pushed northward toward the Gulf of Mexico, eventually leaving the Caribbean via the Gulf Stream.   Inside the Caribbean, the water rotates in a clockwise direction, but near the center where we crossed the currents are seemingly random.  For a period of time the current will be going in one direction, then suddenly change to another.  Wind pushing against the current changes the shape and intensity of the waves, which effect ARGO’s speed as well as her roll and pitch.  At sea, wind and wave intensity is stronger around sunrise and sunset. 

As the days passed and we got closer to shore we became optimistic that we could actually make it to Santa Marta.  The hours hung like days.  Around 2300 we were within 3 hours of port, but the wind was building to over 30 knots and the sea started to roll ARGO in a concerning manner.  As the current beneath us changed direction, the rolling ceased for a while, but then it would reoccur and gave me thoughts of changing course.  Around midnight winds were in the 40’s, and we began to tack against the sea.  At 0030 on the 14th we were about 5 miles off shore, but the wind was over 50 knots with waves to match.  We headed for the lee of a shoal near the entrance to the harbor.  It was pitch dark and it was very hard to read the sea state.  We couldn’t spot the big rollers or see the direction from which they might come.  Tyler tried to open the upper part of the door to look out, but 50 knot winds made it all but impossible to open.  It was a dangerous moment.  My goal was to cut the waves at a 45 degree angle, but the correct course was hard to determine.  The last mile or two into port were tense as the seas moved this big and heavy boat around like a toy, rolling us nearly 40 degrees.  That was a little concerning to say the least! Changing course positioned us into the waves and lessened the danger, but slowed our progress to get behind the shoal.  By 0130 we breathed a sigh of relief as we were in calm water behind the shoal and headed into the harbor.  The lights of Santa Marta were a welcomed sight.

We tied up at the marina.  ARGO was completely covered in thick, gritty salt.  Inside, the walls and counters were also covered in a misty-salty coating.  She had been through a difficult passage and kept us safe and sound.  She is a great boat and we feel very safe on her.

 

March 14:  Santa Marta

 

This is a lovely town; clean, interesting, historical and friendly.  Simon Bolivar died here at a sugar cane hacienda.  The marina is an IGY, which is a chain located all over the world.  They are clean and well managed.  We are glad to be here.

In Colombia one has to hire an agent to deal with clearance formalities.  Dino, our agent, has been very efficient and reasonably priced.  We spent perhaps 2 hours altogether, there were no inspections, they do not seem to care what you have aboard as long as you do not bring it ashore.  This has been the easiest port entry we have ever made.

The town is clean, there are many parks and public modern art sculptures decorating the thoroughfares.  Along the bay is a long beach bordered by the Simon Bolivar Park.  The park is about fifteen blocks long and fronts the city center located between an extension of the park and a second “Couples Park”.  In this part of the city are many colonial style buildings that are brightly painted and very colorful.  The parks are clean and neat and occupied by people enjoying the siesta period in the afternoon, or the cooler temperatures of the evening.  The main streets are busy with little cars from all over the world, the sidewalks are narrow and crowded with pedestrians trying to get passed each other and the little stands selling everything from toys for tots to clothing, food and everything else.  It is a real cornucopia of sights and sounds and smells.  The other side of the city is modern and conventional with six or seven lovely high-rise apartments and hotels on the beach. 

Racially, Colombians seem to be a mixture of all the races that have occupied this territory over the millenniums; native Indian, Spanish, Negros and even Asians.  Regardless of how hot it is here, the men wear trousers and often long sleeve shirts (like my old Navy boss Chief Lingenfelter said: “Women wear pants and men wear trousers”), sometimes a coat, rarely shorts.   Women on the other hand seem to prefer brightly colored and very tight spandex or jeans of some sort.  Whatever they are wearing it is usually very tight on the top and bottom.  The men are handsome; they apparently prefer their women a little plump, pear shaped.  Many of the ladies are very beautiful, with jet black hair, almond shaped faces and eyes, and lovely complexions.  There are a large number of native people here and their appearance is striking.  Their skin is a brownish red, and their facial features are just like they came alive from an ancient stone carving.  One wonders what their life experience has been.  Colombians seem to be hardworking and very pleasant people who are proud of their country and their culture.  I am not sure that we in North America, particularly the U.S., have a very accurate image of Colombia or the depth and beauty of their culture.

We are leaving for four days in Cartagena and then to Bogotá for a few days before returning to Santa Marta.

Thanks for looking in on us. 

Randy and Rebecca

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THE ARGONAUT OF March 15, 2014

CAPTAIN’S LOG March 11 – 13:  Departing Port Antonio bound for Colombia We planned to get underway today and fortunately our sat-phone replacement part arrived at 0930.  Christina, the administrator of the harbor office was so kind and helpful in getting our part through customs, and we can’t thank her enough.  The fees to get this supposedly duty free part into the country were $156, more than the cost of the part itself.  Christina gave us a free day of dockage to make up for our frustratio…

The ARGONAUT February 18, 2014

The Captain’s Log of the yacht Argo written February 18, 2014
 
 
It is dark now.  The sun has set beneath the waves in a beautiful coral halo and I am alone on the bridge.  I will be on watch for a few more hours.  The sea is calm and a breeze …

The Argonaut Feb 19 to March 5, 2014

February 19, 2014                                                                                                                                     Chubb Cay Tyler took the overnight watch and I relieved him at 0700.  It was a nice clear morning and we were still on the Mackie Bank about 20 miles east of Chubb Cay.  We put the fishing lines out as we neared the bank at Fleeming Channel, but apparently no one was in the mood for breakfast as yet although I served up a beautiful cedar plug.  A…

The ARGONAUT February 18, 2014

The Captain’s Log of the yacht Argo written February 18, 2014 It is dark now.  The sun has set beneath the waves in a beautiful coral halo and I am alone on the bridge.  I will be on watch for a few more hours.  The sea is calm and a breeze is blowing from the east.  It is completely dark outside save for the stars.  The night is as black as pitch, which is disorienting since we cannot see where we are going:  as the ship rolls, you feel like you did as a kid when someone put a bad over your h…

The Argonaut Feb 19 to March 5, 2014

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Captain’s Log September 23, 2013 Baltimore

M/V ARGO CAPTAIN’S LOG    
                                                                                          September 20, 2013
Baltimore: Our last newsletter ended with o…

Captain’s Log September 23, 2013 Baltimore

M/V ARGO CAPTAIN’S LOG    
                                                                                          September 20, 2013
Baltimore: Our last newsletter ended with o…

Captain’s Log September 23, 2013 Baltimore

M/V ARGO CAPTAIN’S LOG    

                                                                                          September 20, 2013

Baltimore: Our last newsletter ended with our possible departure on September 1 for the U.S. from Shelburne, Nova Scotia. The passage across the Gulf of Maine is potentially difficult both because of weather concerns, particularly at this time of year, and because it is 270 miles of open water that is exposed to the open ocean and its associated swells. The passage takes about 40 hours and we decided to make landfall at Beverly, MA., so that we could meet friends and watch the Michigan /Notre Dame game. Because of the risk of poor sea conditions, we engaged our trusted weather consultant, Ocean Bob. He forecasted lovely weather, so we left Shelburne early in the morning.  The first 24 hours were wonderful; clear sky, warm temperatures and near flat seas. The second 24 hours were completely different: 30 knot winds, high seas and unpleasant conditions. We hardly made six miles an hour, so our landfall was delayed several hours and we were pretty tired when we got there.

After a nice two day visit and squaring up with U.S. customs, we headed out for Delaware Bay and eventually a marina near Baltimore. Our objective was to leave Argo in a hurricane safe place while we returned home for a brief visit. Once again I consulted our weather consultant who assured me that this trip would be wonderful: calm, smooth waters and very enjoyable. We left Beverly, Mass early in morning and headed for the Cape Cod Canal. By the time we passed offshore at Boston, the wind was blowing around 20 knots and it stayed that way until we reached Martha’s Vineyard. I called Ocean Bob, and he reassured me that things should be great, so we proceeded off ashore and across the gulf between New Jersey and Long Island, which is about 200 miles. The weather deteriorated. We listened to NOAA radio and heard their weather reports. They claimed calm seas and light wind conditions, but we experienced heavy sea in the 6 to 8 foot range and winds consistently between 20 and 30 knots. Unfortunately that lasted about 30 hours, and it wasn’t much fun! Needless to say, we have lost confidence in weather forecasters (but not Argo).

We passed through the Cape May Canal, which was constructed during the Second World War to help convoys avoid German U-Boats and save 30 miles of transit around shoals at south end of the bay. It is a fairly short canal and somewhat narrow, but it was a pleasant trip compared to what we had been through the previous two days. The Delaware Bay was very enjoyable. It is pretty shallow, but there is a channel running its entire 50 mile length. The weather was sunny and warm. Late in the afternoon we made the Chesapeake and Delaware Canal, which is a wide and comfortable route with an interesting shore line of small towns and homes. It is about 20 miles long, and by the time we reached the end of it the sun was beginning to set and we were anxious to reach the marina at Pleasure Cove. By the time we reached the mouth of Main Creek, it was dark. Unfortunately the passage into the creek was very narrow, but using our night vision, spotlight, and with Rebecca on the bow looking for channel markers, we made it in safely. It was sort of like fun, but different!

Now Argo is tied up at Pleasure Cove waiting for us to return and take her south. Our first leg of the trip south will be up the Potomac River to Washington D.C. That should be fun. Then we will head south to Charleston and other wonderful spots before ending our cruise at Stuart, Florida in November.

 

I have posted a raft of pictures from Nova Scotia and Newfoundland. I hope you enjoy them.

Below is an article from my U.S. Navy (USS Currituck AV7) ship’s crew association paper that I recently received. I am sure you will enjoy it.

The U.S.S. Constitution (Old Ironsides), as a combat vessel, carried 48,600 gallons of fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and me. This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no evaporators (i.e. fresh water distillers).

However, let it be noted that according to her ship’s log, “On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S. Constitution sailed from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum”.

Her mission: “To destroy and harass English shipping”.

Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.

Then she headed for the Azores, arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine.

On 18 November, she set sail for England. In the ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and scuttled 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum aboard each.

By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, although unarmed she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland. Her landing party captured a whiskey distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn. Then she headed home.

The U.S.S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, no rum, no wine, no whiskey, and 38,600 gallons of water.

Wishing you and yours all the best.

Randy and Rebecca