Showing posts with label uncomfortable. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Bye Bye Taiohae and Nuku Hiva


At last, we managed to pull ourselves loose – quite literally since the anchor was buried well after the last 1.5 months – from Taiohae, Nuku Hiva’s capital. It’s not that we didn’t want to leave earlier (believe me, we did!), it’s that we still needed to do things to allow our departure. Like scraping and cleaning Irie’s bottom for three days and getting nauseous while doing so. What a dirty mess that was; the green beards flowing and sticking with the boat bouncing up and down, the barnacles being stubborn to let go of their hold. We also had to buy some more vegetables, probably the last ones for a while, and continue some online duties.

When we were ready to leave, it rained. All day and night. Just like the weeks prior. The following day, Nuku Hiva entrapped in clouds, a sight we were used to; the sky looked bluer off shore. The wind predictions were on the high side, but we would put two reefs in and let the east winds push us to our destination. The reduced sails did their job, but the wind came from the southeast instead, so there we had to go again… upwind! It was a wet and quite boisterous ride, Irie flying and jumping along at 6-7 knots. We reached Ua Pou, 27 miles south of Nuku Hiva, fast and in time for lunch, and hoped for some rain to clean the decks. This is our sixth and last Marquesan island before we continue on.

As seems to be customary in this archipelago, Hakahau is another choppy harbor with inconvenient shore access. Once again, we are living on a hobby horse, attached to two anchors to limit swinging room (with the gusty winds we are always worried to hit our neighbors) and to be faced into the swell. We are bouncing up and down, being pushed back and forth between the two rodes. Once again, it takes us a while to try some different configurations to leave the dinghy safely for our excursions onshore. The people are friendly, the church yard has pamplemousse and breadfruit, the locals practice rowing in their outriggers every day and we have discovered the biggest, most modern store of all of the Marquesas. Now the reports of stocking up in Ua Pou before heading to the Tuamotus make sense! It is exactly what we plan to do, after obtaining butane (a half a day’s event), focusing on more work stuff and checking out the view from the top of a hill.


Arriving in Ua Pou


Hakahau anchorage


Daily rowing practice


Massive breadfruit tree and lime trees (in the back) near the village cemetery

Friday, November 30, 2012

Portobelo: Autumn Anchorage from Hell


Since coming back to Portobelo from our failed sailing trip to Bocas del Torro, Mark and I have been here three weeks. During that time, it rained constantly and we had to move several times because of “funny” wind and current situations and the fact that different boats move differently. While the bay was very uncomfortable certain times, the humidity was 100%, nothing dried and mildew grew everywhere, inside (and out!) Irie. Windows could not be opened, clothes turned moldy, and towels smelled awful. We were cooped up inside a 35’ area for weeks and each time we ran an errand, we got drenched and more wet clothes were added to the growing pile of disgust. One thing we did not have to worry about: fresh water! Enough to wash our whole wardrobe, if only we could hang the stuff out to dry…

Statistics of our Portobelo stay:
  • Consecutive days in the bay: 22
  • Maximum wave height from swells: 3 feet
  • Water color: coffee brown
  • Full nights of sleep: 1
  • Days without rain: 0
  • Near hits with other boats: 3
  • Times we had to move: 7
  • Days of uncomfortable pitching: 12
  • Thunder and lightning storms: 2
  • Staying dry during trips to shore: 5%
  • Humidity: 100%
  • Total amount of sun: 1 hour
  • Smoke detector alarm: 5 times ¹
  • Carbon monoxide alarm: 2 times ²
  • Level of crew happiness: -1
  • Days of nausea: 3
  • Better anchorages in the area: 0
  • Level of becoming insane: HIGH
  • Ranking on Irie’s list of long term anchorages: last place
  • Maximum amount of anchor chain out: 200 ft. (all)
  • Boats without anchor lights at night: 75%
  • General feeling: Being stuck indoors for too long
  • Colors of mold: black inside; green outside
  • General smell indoors: mildewy
  • Smell of towels: gross
  • Amount of towels used: all
  • Heap of laundry: growing
  • Shower water: cold as rain
  • Shower time: 3x a week ³
  • San Blas tan: gone
  • Smiles on our faces: none
  • Water tank and jerry jugs: overflowing
  • Color Irie’s waterline: brown instead of white
  • Color Irie’s bottom: green instead of blue
  • Unfinished projects: 10
  • Tools out for halted projects: floor and spare bunks covered

¹ Due to cooking in a closed-up boat
² Due to opening door a crack while generator (producing exhaust) was running in the cockpit and battery fumes traveling around while being charged in a closed- up boat
³ As to refrain wet and smelly towels


Choppy, muddy Portobelo Bay with boats doing different things


Three weeks of constant rain was too much for our cup and duct tape to keep water out of the hole underneath...


Normally not of the superstitious kind, Mark and I did blame the "little wooden man" for all our bad luck and "sent" him back to the San Blas.


One hour of sun!