Leaving Los Muertos the next morning we were sure to enjoy some northerly winds to push us all the way to Cabo San Lucas, but, the wind has a way of finding us and blowing head on no matter which way were going sometimes. So motor we did all day and all night and the


Colombia
Leaving Aruba at dusk sailing into the night heading toward and along the north coast of Colombia, we ran with the wind but the swell was a bit off to our side making for a rock and roll ride. But as dawn awaken the misty images of layer upon layer of mountains ran right down


Curacao
First impression sailing into Curacao was rather bleak but captivating nonetheless. Upon closer inspection the spartan landscapes began to show its complexity and unique combination of contradictions. Volcanic layers of welded ash, lava flows folded by plate tectonics with broken synclines and anticlines pushed skyward and eroded into eclectic forms. Cloak these forms with a


Bonaire – so many dives, so little time
That’s the tourist bureau’s slogan for Bonaire on their Dive Guide. Known for its shore dives where divers rent pickup trucks and tanks and drive to marked spots, suit up and just walk in from the shore and eventually slip under the water and drop over the nearby sloping reef wall that runs along most


Aves de Barlovento
Anchored on the edge of the mangroves just beckoned for some exploration with the dinghy penetrating the waterways within the mangroves. And so Andrew and I set out this morning in this uninhabited/able mass of mangrove trees, birds, sand and muck, beautiful don’t get me wrong. We knew it would be shallow but outside this


Gullible travels
Can you imagine if you lived on a very remote hidden island within a tribe isolated from the rest of the world most of your life? The village shaman would be busy diddling around everyday as the other men were hard at work hacking away at their tree trunks making their dugout boats as would


Meet the fat lady Puff
Finding respite after 50 hours of sailing in a little sandspit within the Los Roques archipelago in the distant coastal waters of Venezuela, Andrew and I enjoy a good bottle of Cartuxa Portuguese wine, a pot of Colcannon and a movie. Mind you all this is at anchor with little or no shelter from the


PINK, what can I say I saw it and it was PINK.
Anchored on the edge of the mangroves just beckoned for some exploration with the dinghy penetrating the waterways within the mangroves. And so Andrew and I set out this morning in this uninhabited/able mass of mangrove trees, birds, sand and muck, beautiful don’t get me wrong. We knew it would be shallow but outside this


Mush, Mush – thank god it’s not that cold here.
I want to say things like ‘On the road again’, we’re ‘Rocking and Rolling’ because we’re back at it sailing on those BIG open seas 24/7. This time we’re crossing the Caribbean from Grenada to Bonaire about 400 miles. Later today we might just slip into the Los Roques archipelago of Venezuela just for a


Where few go, I seek.
Leaving from Canouan’s Tyrrel Bay, a sailors’ favorite, we sailed the crossing over to Grenada skirting just outside the volcano zone (Kick ‘Em Jenny that blew here top in 1989 is just 500 feet below the ocean waves and the authorities have created an exclusion zone so no passerby get blown to kingdom come someday).
