Rolling down the trades, south of Nuku-Hiva…

As Nuku Hiva fades from view, the conditions are much as they were three weeks earlier when I limped in at the end of the passage from Panama. The sea is confused with an aggressive swell from the southeast, which punches the hull and rolls the eight-knot tailwind out of the sails every few seconds. A mug of tea just went flying. my last clean, dry towel caught most of it... At least this time I have a passage of just 760…

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Panama to Nuku Hiva

It's been a while since I've written on here. I've been off-line for the past seven weeks whilst sailing from Panama to the Marquesas, in French Polynesia. I had planned to write something for the blog whilst underway, to share that experience of life at sea. However, as it turned out the passage was so all-consuming due to adverse weather, that I spent most of my free time sleeping, or at least semi-comatose. Leaving Panama in June immediately puts you behind the…

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Pacific Crossing

Tomorrow I leave mainland Panama and start the long trade-wind passage to the Marquesas, some 3500 nautical miles to the west. I changed head-sails today after reflecting on the passage from St Martin to Colombia. The sailing angle and wind strength were much the same as I will find on this next leg, that is, a broad reach, and I felt the need for the 150% genoa many times on that earlier leg. So, I removed and stored the yankee, which is now…

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How many canals do we need?

Does the world need two canals? or is this purely political? With the recent advance in negotiations between Nicaragua and the Chinese corporation, HK Nicaragua Canal Development Investment Company, who are bidding to build a canal through Nicaragua to link the Caribbean Sea and Pacific Ocean, I am left wondering what will become of the upgraded facilities in Panama if the Nicaraguan project is completed. The Panamanians are rightfully proud of the existing canal, and most that I have spoken with are firmly behind…

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Waiting in Panama

Another day marking time. Rain washes away the overpowering humidity, leaving it in stilled  pools on the litter strewn ground. La Brisas, Balboa, La Calzada de Amador. Names unknown to me just short days ago I now call home, and will forget them as quickly as they fade into a hazy horizon of life. Las Perlas are calling, temptation is strong, yet I wait still, knowing how regret will follow leaving if leaving comes too soon. Before those last minute provisions are…

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