Patience is a clean business by second mate Renee
The people are very friendly in Colombia. After the beautiful time we had here we enjoy for the last time the fresh fruit juices and arepas and prepare to leave.
After loading the cargo we get an inspection of the ship with a dog looking for things that Colombia is famous for. We have nothing to hide. The dog shits on the deck as a goodbye and we are free to go.
Now we wait for wind. At 03:00 in the night the wind picks up. Finally we can say goodbye to the container harbor that made the ship and the crew black from the coal dust (no it is not only a sun tint).
We leave with a reefed mainsail, reefed topsail, fore staysail and main staysail. Ready for a firm breeze.
The first days it is pretty windy and wavy. We have to get used to the waves again. Some of us see our meals twice. Some of us are longing for home. The bunks in the foxhole are getting wet so watches take turns in the dry beds. Everything starts to get wet or humid. You get to appreciate your life at home much more in these circumstances. At least the temperature is good.
Thursday? Friday? one day: The weather gets better and with that the moods of the crew improve as well. We take the reefs out of the sails and set some more sails.
We are south of the Island Hispaniola. We now have to tack our way to the east, to the harbor of Boca Chica. That may seem easier then it is. Sometimes we find ourselves after 12 hours two nautical miles east of where we were before. Patience is a clean business, We would say in Dutch. But the life out here at sea is not bad at all. We celebrate the birthday of Lis (31) and Cleem who became 70 years on this trip. Another evening when the wind died out we have a swim/bath in the ocean. And more beautiful sunsets follow. The nights are full with stars and the fluorescing plankton are like the stars from the sea, (You can also see them when you flush the toilet: toiletdisco). Another calm day we catch a bunch of fish and eat them for dinner.
People who are in the daytime engineers or handy sailors turn in the nighttime into creative bakers. With not much they make a lot. Cinnamon rolls, chocolate cake. What more do you want.
We start betting on when we arrive. Collin wins.
After 13 days we arrive. We sail successfully into the harbor of Boca Chica. Ready to load cocoa beans.~
Renee, Second Mate