Charleston to Galesville - speedy!

Our week in Charleston was delightful.  The weather couldn't have been better with warm, sunny days and very low humidity.  We are not sure how we got so lucky with that - but we did our best to appreciate it.  Lots of walking, appreciating all Charleston has to offer.  Charleston is our favorite harbor along the trip between north and south east coast destinations.  It has so much culture, architecture, beautiful streets, lovely people, and most important: it's a foodie's delight!  We made certain that we sampled as much local cuisine as possible.  One favorite is the very small restaurant, "167 Raw", a seafood place near the marina that is owned and operated by two guys...one from Charleston and one from Nantucket.  They have great oysters and probably the only good lobster rolls within a hundred miles.  Fun!

During the week we stayed at the Charleston Maritime Center, El Galeon was also there - a replica of a Spanish trading ship that travels the world educating young people on sailing and offering tours of the ship.  It was fun to walk on board and see how similar and different it was from our boat.  When we offered to exchange tours rather than pay the $10 a head, the mates seemed to like the idea at first, but we paid the $10 in the end.  The young people crewing the Galeon are all Spanish and sign up for six month stints.  They become very knowledgable about the ship and the history of this style of sailing.  We engaged one 30-something guy below decks for 20 minutes in an effort to learn more about the ship, but even more about his dedication to it.  The discussion, which was hit and miss Spanish/English eventually evolved to food.  As a result we promised to visit Spain as soon as possible because he promised that Spanish food is better than any other. A very delightful guy.

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On Monday, May 8th, we left our secure berth at the Charleston Maritime Center and headed out to sea.  Our destination was Beaufort, a 30 hour overnight sail covering 212 nautical miles.  It was a lovely morning as we left the Charleston jetty and headed northeast.  When we rounded Frying Pan Shoal, about half our planned distance, we turned slightly north to head into Beaufort, NC.

We again buddy boated with Cutter Loose and as always it was nice to have company out there.  Interestingly, El Galeon was behind us as well, on their way to Wilmington, NC.  We first noticed El Galeon at night by seeing their AIS signature and radar blip on our chartplotter. They remained well behind, perhaps 20 - 30 miles.  But, it was fun to see them among the other boats and ships we saw that night.

On our way out of the Charleston channel, we passed no less than six shrimp boats on their way into dock.  We love shrimp.  Evidently so do sea birds!

Dream Catcher at sea

As we neared Beaufort we learned that Cutter Loose would continue on up the waterway to Oriental for some needed engine maintenance.  We had been looking forward to our stop at Beaufort Town Docks and a lovely meal at Blue Moon Bistro and were disappointed not to be able to share this with them.  Beaufort is a small, but welcoming seaside town that benefits by its location along the east coast waterway.  The town fully supports the marina where all sorts of beautiful sail and power boats stop for one or two nights along their way.  Our dinner at the Blue Moon Bistro started off with our selection of a high-top table rather than a sit-down formal dinner table.  The server, Jessica, immediately welcomed us back, remembering that we were sitting at the very same table we had last Fall when she so lovingly served our dinner.  What a memory!  Dinner and the service were exceptional!

We missed sharing this lovely destination with Cutter Loose.  But, we caught up with each other the following day and continued on up the waterway.  Our anchorage was a favorite at the head of the Pungo River, surrounded by picturesque marshes and protected from weather.

When we entered the anchorage we motored by Silver Girl, a Passport 50 from Annapolis. We had met the owner, Don Moore, in the Bahamas last season and had him and his crew onboard Dream Catcher for dinner in Treasure Cay, along with friends Roger and Chrisy.  The crew of Silver Girl was busy at the top of the mast, so we thought they had sail problems.  Next day we were able to get in touch and found that they were removing their VHF and AIS antennas from the top of the mast in order to "fit" under the ICW bridges without incident.  Their mast reaches 65 feet above water, the maximum controlling height for almost all of the ICW bridges.  Antennas reach another two feet, so theirs had to come down!  Silver Girl became part of our contingent motoring through the remainder of the ICW to Norfolk, VA for the next two days.

We raised anchor in the Pungo the following morning in intense fog.  Greg learned his ocean sailing in Maine and actually likes navigating in fog!  Our radar overlays our charts on our chartplotter, so we "see" the shores, boats, and any other obstacle as a pink blotch.  Even buoys show up.  Still, we motored at only half speed, about 3 knots, until the fog began to lift.

Dream Catcher in the fog

Next destination was Buck Island, north of Albemarle Sound.  We had fog, rain and clouds, but made the most of it and kept moving.  Buck Island is another beautiful remote Carolina anchorage.  It was serenely quiet and a visual delight.

Sharon remembers as a young woman, her mother being concerned about the Osprey population.  In the 1980's, they were on the endangered species list and rarely sighted on the Eastern Shore of Maryland.  Much of this due to the use of DDT.  It was inducing eggshell thinning, lessening the output of breeding pairs.  Since the ban of DDT, we are happy to report that the Osprey population is recovering and is very evident all along the waterway in North Carolina and Virginia.  Almost every daymark had a nest.  And the nests are a work of art!

Look closely, she is in there.  

Awaiting a bridge opening 

The following day we reached Hampton where we anchored in a small basin adjacent to the Chesapeake Bay, but still inside Hampton's protected harbor.  We "enjoyed" the rush hour traffic noise as we were very close to the entrance/exit of the Hampton Roads Tunnel, a 3.5 mile tunnel connecting Hampton to Norfolk.  Our first attempt to anchor resulted in snagging an underwater cable!  The charts showed a cable well behind our chosen location.  But, when Sharon backed down to set the anchor we felt something was wrong. When we raised the anchor we had a bit of a problem!  Releasing an underwater cable from your anchor is no small challenge!  With a little time and patience we were able to free ourselves and move to a better location. All this time, of course, we're hoping the cable won't electrocute us!

The next day we enjoyed some wonderful sunshine and winds as we traveled up the Chesapeake Bay.  A stop at a favorite anchorage off the Great Wicomico River in Mill Creek offered us the opportunity to sit out gale force winds and rain that evening and all the next day in a protected and beautiful spot.  We were happy to be hanging out there instead of dealing with 4-5 foot waves and wind on the nose.  

Mill Creek off the Great Wicomico River (about 10 miles south of the mouth of the Potomac).

Our next hop was to Solomons Island, MD, a harbor we used as our summer home in 2008.  It was great to be back, even though it was only an evening at anchor.  Coincidently, we anchored in a tributary to the Putuxent River adjacent to the harbor.  The tributary is also called Mill Creek!  Two in two days!  The following day we covered the remaining distance to reach the Annapolis area. 

Galesville, MD is a quiet sailing town about 10 miles south of Annapolis where we will hang for a few weeks.  Already, we have enjoyed a couple favorite restaurants, hit Fawcett's Marine Supply several times and a couple other stores.  Greg will be working on boat projects while Sharon works on house projects at her family home in Fenwick Island for the next couple of weeks.  And we hope to catch up with friends, family, hit the beach and generally enjoy hanging around the Annapolis area and Fenwick Island, Delaware.  

'Til next time - 

Marathon to Charleston - Delight and Dismay

The last week at Harbour Cay Club after our return from Cuba we said "So Long" to new friends heading North West, "See You Later" to new friends heading North East and "Have a Good Summer" to new friends living full-time at Harbour Cay Club.  It was a great stay and we hope to return again one day.

Prior to our departure our daughter Courtney and new fiance' Paolo (yes, they got engaged when we were in Cuba) visited us for a weekend on the water.  We took advantage of what makes the Keys special: sailing in light winds, anchoring out in remote areas, swimming in the beautiful blue water and generally hanging out.  We all had a great time.

Monday morning we pulled away from the dock at Harbour Cay Club and headed for the Channel Five bridge and then into Hawk Channel - that protected water way running between the East side of the Keys and the long reef that runs outside them.  We had two glorious sailing days with winds of around 11 knots on our beam, full main and genoa out and rolling along in perfect weather at 6 knots.  We also had two perfect nights at anchor and were lucky enough to get a mooring ball at Coconut Grove Sailing Club, saving us from the crazy waves out in Dinner Key Mooring field.  Yay!  Coconut Grove Sailing Club is in the heart of the town's maritime district and within walking distance to all of the shops and restaraunts.  We also rented a car for two days in order to be able to drive to Courtney and Paolo's home in Boca Raton, an hour north.

Sunrise at Harbour Cay Club

After sharing these two days with Courtney and Paolo at their home we headed out Friday afternoon to anchor at Fisher Key for a few hours.  This is a private island just South of Government Cut, Miami's main shipping channel.  Here we dropped the hook for a couple hours to prepare some dinner and the boat for our offshore trip to Charleston.  Government Cut, Port Miami is heavily used by container ships and cruise ships.  Our plan was to rest a bit and then head into the ocean around 4pm.  In order to beat some scheduled cruise ship departures, we moved that up to 3pm.  On a Friday afternoon, that area is rife with sport fishing boats, large pleasure craft and small runabouts.  Sharon pointed out it would be more calm in the ocean, away from these crazy boaters!

Miami Skyline

Such cool architecture in this skyline!

Port of Miami

The weather couldn't have been more perfect.  With winds at 10 knots on our beam we motor sailed in calm seas, beautiful blue water and blue sky.  It was delightful.  Overnight was uneventful and we each took our watch anticipating more beautiful weather.  Saturday was more of the same - what luck! As we were buddy boating with our friends on Cutter Loose, we were in close contact by radio and were able to match each other's progress.  There is an incredible comfort that comes with having another boat out there with you 70 miles from land - especially one whom you know and trust.  Hopefully, you never need them for anything, except a bit of moral support and an occasional chat at zero dark thirty hours.

At about 2am, Sharon radioed Pat to tell her to look into the Eastern sky to find the blood red last quarter moon.  As it first rises out of the sea, it is so red from the sun's reflection that you aren't sure what you are looking at.  Then, as it rises, it quickly turns its familiar yellow and brightens the evening for night sailing.  Night sailing is amazing when it's good.  Millions of stars are visible, phosphorescence scatters each time the waves bounce against the hull, and a feeling of being out there doing something truly special.

Once we hit the Gulf Stream we were rolling along at 10+ knots.  We usually travel at around 6-7 knots, and so 10 is just amazing. These conditions continued for the entire time we were in the Stream, 340 nautical miles of our 440 mile trip.   So, by late in the day on Saturday, we are all doing new calculations for our arrival in Charleston.  Initially, we had calculated that we would travel at an average of 6.5 knots for the 440 nautical miles from Miami to Charleston.  So - it should take us 67 hours, or 2.8 days.  We left at the time we did to assure we would get to Charleston on a favorable tide in the daylight.  Our calculations gave us an expected arrival around mid-day on Monday.  After re-calculating to match our Gulf Stream speed, we figured we would arrive by Sunday afternoon.  Any time shortening long overnight passages is a good thing!  We love being out there, but it definitely has an impact on one's body - sleep deprivation, constant motion, constant vigilance - wears one out in short order.  So, shortening the trip by a day was a gift!

Cutter Loose at sea

As we prepared for nightfall on the second night we decided to take the main sail down because we knew the wind was going to continue to move more behind us, which would render it ineffective and require work on deck at night.  Also, having only the jib out for downwind sailing makes it much more manageable and often more effective.  So, in the light winds, before nightfall, we dropped the main and motor sailed with the jib.  Good thing!  By nightfall, the wind started to pick up a bit.  By the time Sharon went off shift at 10:30, the wind was up to 14 knots.  We throttled back and hopped along.  But she was awakened at 11:30 by a very bouncy boat.  When you are below on a passage and the weather gets nasty the entire boat can sound like its is going to break apart.  Every cupboard sounds like breaking glass and crashing stuff.  It just kept getting worse.  Finally, we reached our next waypoint that allowed us to turn the boat to stay in the stream, the engine went off and we were sailing downwind.  Our speed reduced from 7 to 6 knots, so less boat bashing and Greg breathed a sigh of relief.  But, then it meant waves on our beam, waves on our quarter in totally confused seas.  Where the heck did this come from?! The forecast dodn't call for six foot sharp swells and chop!

So - 100 miles to go and we have crazy rolling seas, waves from all directions and a boat rolling back and forth like a rubber ducky in a bathtub with a three year old.  We are constantly and happily amazed at how this boat handles these conditions.  The creaks and groans would have you think it would just break up into pieces, but it just does what it is supposed to do.  Finally, at about half way, Greg turned on the engine and improved our waning progress.  So then it became just a matter of getting through it.  With the boat rocking back and forth, every time it did, glass and plastic would crash around and Sharon swore there would be shards of glass everywhere when we reached Charleston.  Amazingly, no breakage, nothing really out of place, just lots of noise. You'd think we'd pack better next time!

We finally got to the breakwater at Charleston Harbor and Sharon was able to raise her head and take the wheel.  Greg is a trooper through these trips.  As he says, you really have no choice - you just do it.  We pulled into the anchorage off the Cooper River where we will hang until we head into Charleston Maritime Center tomorrow.  We had lost sight of Cutter Loose through all the craziness last night, but picked them up just outside the Channel and followed about a mile on their tail all the way into the anchorage.  While gathering up the jack lines (the lines we tie on the inside of the cockpit and the outside deck, to which we clip ourselves so as not to go overboard), we found this guy met his death somewhere during the trip.  We fed him to the bigger fish overboard.

Dead Flying Fish

We are happy to be here, look forward to a week of fun and great food and feel fortunate to have had another great trip at sea.

'Til next time -

Cuba or Bust!

Friday, April 1st dawned hazy and warm. With the help of our friends at Harbour Cay Club, we locked up Dream Catcher, loaded our last parcels and ourselves into the dingy and sped off to our new home for the next two weeks. We arrived onboard Cutter Loose at 9:15am. Once aboard we quickly stowed our gear, weighed anchor and headed southwest through the Seven Mile Bridge and into Hawk Channel. Hawk Channel is the waterway between the Florida Keys and the reef that runs along the east side of the Keys for over 100 miles from Key Largo to the Dry Tortugas.

We hoisted the mainsail, which on this boat meant crank the winch to unfurl the sail. CL is equipped with an in-mast-furling main sail system. Nice! We had been watching weather very closely, as sailors do, and decided the best plan was to cross to Cuba on Saturday rather than the following Monday - the designated cruiser's race start.  The wind was very light.  So, we motor sailed all the way to Key West where we had a reserved slip for the night, arriving at 3:45pm.  The 87 degree heat forced us up to the marina pool where we found a couple of hundred young people standing in the water, drink in hand, hanging at the pool bar, and pounding DJ music that could be heard for miles around.  Whew!  We were easily the oldest folks there.  But, when in Rome...we each grabbed a "Pain Killer" and hung out in the shady area of the pool for some really interesting people watching!  That gal dancing with the DJ was really something! After a shower and a lovely dinner on board created by Chef Pat, we headed off on foot to "Better Than Sex" (you should check out the website for a kick!) for an amazing dessert finish to a wonderful day.

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Pool at Conch Harbor Marina

Eric enjoying his dessert

The coffee is rimmed with white chocolate!

Saturday was a day to get any last minute items completed before the big trip.  After a long walk for a breakfast pastry, we stocked up at CVS and did a last grocery run. Then we settled in to prepare to cross to Cuba.  At 5:30pm on Saturday, April 2nd, Cutter Loose pulled away from the dock, motored out of the harbor and headed to the Sea Buoy off Key West to open water.  A hazy sunset later and trailed by a Disney Cruise Ship, the humid air followed us into the Florida Straits and all the way across the Florida Current (which is considered to be the beginning of the Gulf Stream system) to Cuba 100 miles away.

Red and blue show higher speed currents

The auto pilot syncs with the chart plotter when you enter the command "Go To Waypoint" and is supposed to track your course to a set waypoint.  In this case, the waypoint was the Sea Buoy outside the entry channel to Marina Hemingway, about 8 miles West of Havana, Cuba and 90 miles away.  But, the current kept setting us too much to the East and the instruments were having a tough time keeping us on track.  Therefore, we simply went manual with the auto pilot and corrected by tapping -1 or +1 alternatively to keep us headed toward the waypoint.  We each pulled a two-hour night shift at the helm, allowing a nice amount of time for the others to rest.  Having four crew members on one overnight passage was a luxury.  We all got plenty of sleep and had an uneventful crossing.  It was interesting, however, to see the amount of shipping traffic using the channel.  At one point, we noted six ships within a ten mile range of us.  Thank goodness for the AIS system that shows a signal on the chart plotter when a commercial vessel is within a 20 mile range.  In the first picture the small red and blue icons represent 600 foot long tankers. Together with RADAR, which is always used at night, we can "see" any commercial traffic close to us, including calculated detail about their speed, distance from us, heading, CPA (closest point of approach) and TCPA (time to closest point of approach). Using this information we can adjust course to steer well clear of these big guys, and anyone else in our path.

Florida Straits AIS

Key West and
 Miami area AIS morning of 4-22 (as an example)

By 8am Sunday morning, the coastline of Cuba was in sight.  But, as early as 3am when Sharon was on watch she could smell land.  There was a slight hint of burning - chalked up to maybe a burning dump - that was blowing north on the night air.  A red crescent moon was slipping into the eastern ocean at about the same time.  It was a lovely night for a crossing.

At 9am, Captain Eric called Marina Hemingway on Channel 77 and was directed into the well-marked channel (although the marks look a bit different than those in U.S waters) and we pulled up to the Customs dock to clear in.  The folks were friendly and accommodating.  We were very happy that Captain Eric had such good Spanish language skills - it made our lives easier in so many ways the entire time we were in Cuba.  We completed the appropriate paperwork for each of us and were visited by a female medical professional who took our temperature by placing an automatic thermometer upon our forehead.  We were asked a few questions by the officials, then took our passports into the office, had a photo taken, got the passport stamped and were on our way to our assigned dockage.  There are four canals in this marina (no slips as we know them, all face docks).  We were directed to canal one, slip 126.  This canal was directly next to the seawall which meant we could always see the ocean and were most vulnerable to the winds.  But it ended up being a great location that provided us with a welcomed breeze all week. The rest rooms were only 250 steps away(ha)! And odd characters were living on the the boats fore and aft of us. One of these characters told us he was a French Diplomat.  Indeed, he and his wife spoke French, and they had seven dogs to walk every morning, but we were skeptical about the Diplomat part.  Lots of odd people at this marina!

Once tied up, we were visited by the Agriculture Ministers who wanted to know if we had any fresh produce on board.  They then asked to see inside the frig which we gladly showed them.  Captain Eric gave them a $20 tip "to support their families" and off they went with smiles.  After the two Agricultural Ministers (both named Roberto by the way) Miguel, the Dock Master, came aboard to discuss the dockage rates and information.  By this time, we had already plugged into shore power and had the air-conditioning running - Sharon was thrilled as it was nearly 90 degrees and humid!  We had not expected to be able to use Cuba's shoreside electric power due to the concern of a different electrical current.  We were very happy to see what looked to be fairly new pedestals (the contraption a boat plugs into on the dock that supplies both electric and water) and were very gratified to be able to charge our devices, have A/C and live so well on board CL.

The Sea Buoy marking the entrance to Marina Hemingway

Capt Eric (or "El Capitan" as we called him)

Hoisting the Cuban Courtesy Flag - can you tell it's hot?

Our home for the next week or so

The View from our home

The sea wall to the North of us

Before we embarked on this adventure we did a lot of reading and talked with a lot of folks that had been to Cuba.  So we were well prepared for the curious lack of toilet seats, toilet paper and paper towels in the restrooms.   With our "potty bags" in hand, we trotted off to the Snack Bar, aka Ladies and Gents station, to see what was in store for us.  It wasn't as bad as we expected.  Three of the six toilet stalls in the ladies room had seats and all had doors.  There were four shower rooms, two with doors.  We found the biggest issue to be the plumbing itself.  Sometimes there was no water in the tank, therefore, no flush.  Sometimes, the toilet might act as if it was flushing, but not go down.  So, each morning, the challenge was finding a toilet with a seat, that flushed.  There were also plastic waste cans in each stall in which you were to dispose of your tp - bad idea to send it into the toilet if you wanted any chance of it flushing.  As you might imagine - by the second day of our time in Cuba, we started rating our bathroom experiences.  The lack of toilet seats and toilet paper is pervasive throughout the city of Havana and throughout the countryside.  In restaraunts or hotels you might find a person giving you several folds of tp on your way into the restroom, expecting a small tip in exchange for this luxury.  But rarely would you find a toilet seat.  A toilet seat, tp, hand soap, drying towels and a good flush rated a five star bathroom experience.  Kind of interesting that a country that produces one doctor per 125 people cannot get their plumbing working properly. It seems that the plumbing, electrical and structural elements of most buildings is in such bad repair that many have had little or no maintenance for 50 years.  Parts are unavailable.  Money to buy parts is scarce.  The result is eerie, almost like a Mad Max movie.

Snack Bar - Rest Rooms

Looks OK until you turn on the tap

It is interesting how we can get used to most anything over time.  This was a topic of conversation throughout our visit, as we noted how the Cuban people have adjusted in their daily lives to living happily just above poverty level.

Our trip was equal parts time on our own and time with a group tour.  We were happy for both of these. The tour guides shared with us a great deal about the history of the country, their daily life, their take on their government and way of life, and showed us places we would not have seen without a guide.  We had comfortable buses to take us to and from different areas and got in a fair bit of walking as well.  While on our own we were able to explore areas where the tour guides did not take us. We set down at least 20,000 steps a day on back streets in the city and through small villages.  We talked with the people as much as we could - cue Eric's excellent Spanish - and tried to see things through different eyes.

Because we got there much before the rest of the group, we had a couple of days to explore on our own. We walked from the marina to a tiny village a mile or so away called Jaimanitas.  It seemed to us to be pretty poor as you can see from the photos.  The Cuban people have some food provided by the government, own their home (though not the land it sits on) and have free medical care, but the quality of living seems quite lacking compared to the USA.  On the other hand, Cubans live better than their peers in many South American countries where violent goverments still rule, and better than many small Caribbean islands where infrastrcture and public services are almost nonexistent.
For the most part Cubans are happy, kind and welcoming.  And they loved seeing people from Estados Unidos.

We loved walking the streets of Havana.  There is so much to see: the cars, the beautiful buildings, the rundown buildings, the streets filled with people, the squares filled with history, the broken down sidewalks, the charming "Paladars" (privately owned restaurants), the swanky hotels and bars (government owned), the street performers.  We ate at several Paladars, but the menu was almost always the same each time - fish, chicken or pork with rice and beans, a salad made with shredded white cabbage, thinly sliced cucumber and a few tomato wedges.  Our average bill for a meal for the four of us was about  $40, including a beer or cocktail.  Daiquiris were $2.50 - a steal by U.S. standards.  Rum is cheaper than water throughout the Caribbean islands., including Cuba where the national brand is Havana Club.

There are two currencies in Cuba - tourist dollars known as CUC and Moneda Nationale.  CUC is Convertible Pesos and this is the currency all tourists must use.  Our exchange rate was 87 cents on the dollar due to the 10% fee tacked on to U.S. currency.  Tourists from other countries only see a 3% fee.  We took $4,000 in cash with us, between the four of us, and came back with more than half of it. U.S. credit cards are not welcomed yet, although we hear that may soon change.

We had four days of bus/walking tours.  Two days were spent in Old Havana where we saw many historic sites, visited a cigar factory, browsed the Artisans Market, and enjoyed lovely lunches with the group.  Another tour day included a trip to Ernest Hemingway's home, where his fishing boat "Pilar" still sits in the shed, the village of Cojimar where he fished regularly, and the El Morrow Castle and Hotel Nacional back in Havana.  The last planned tour day took us out into the countryside to Vinales in the western part of the island.  Our guides were government employees who were well-informed on the history of the country and were able to show us places that would have been very hard and time-consuming to find.  Yes, they gave us the version of what the government wanted us to hear, but if asked for their personal opinions they were very forthcoming.  The young people of the country are less enamored with their leaders and are hopeful for change that will move them more into the 21st century.  Already wifi has come into the country and you could see the young people on their smartphones in public areas near hotels - some of the few public WiFi enabled areas.  It remains to be seen how much information will be available from the network.  We were able to purchase wifi cards at the hotel at the marina for $2 for one hour's time and were able to navigate the network freely, including Google searches.

The guides were also very helpful in assisting us with any individual excursions we wanted to add to our schedule.  We were fortunate enough to get to The Tropicana Club for a show and had front row seats.  Our elbows were literally on the stage!  The ticket price included a table with a glass of champagne each, a half bottle of Havana Club rum, four Cokes and bar snacks.  The show started at 10:00pm and went for over 90 minutes non-stop, including an invitation to join the dancers on stage after the formal show (which we politely declined).  It was a spectacular event and if you visit Cuba you should definitely go to The Tropicana!

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OMG!

We were part of a group tour that was planned and sponsored by the Sarasota Yacht Club.  Club Nautico is the one large yacht club in Cuba and it hosted our group along with one other US yacht club during our visit.  They hosted a welcome gathering for everyone on Wednesday night including an open bar and heavy hors d'oeuvres.  It was quite lovely.  The Commodore for the Yacht Club made a very impassioned speech welcoming us all and letting us know how important it was for them that we were visiting Cuba.  He spoke through an interpreter and made sure we understood how important it was to Club Nautico, and his position of Commodore, to get the attention of his government, so that the marina could continue to exist and improve its services.  It was a very moving speech.  He even planned a Regatta and all the visiting boats were encouraged to participate the following Saturday. So, on Saturday, we all headed out of the marina with a temporary check out at Customs and east toward the start of the race course.  We raced up to the entrance buoy to Havana Harbor and back, about nine miles each way.  It was a beautiful day to be out and fun to get to see the city from the ocean.  At the end of the day there was another celebratory dinner at Club Nautico where awards were given.

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Commodore Diaz Escrich of Club Nautico 

Mark for our turn in front of El Morro Castle

Pat tending the jib

The US Embassy on the right

Our trip to Vinales took us on a six lane highway that was in amazingly good shape.  We traveled along at 100km/hr and made our way two hours west of Marina Hemingway.  The countryside was wide open.  We saw many sugar cane fields, a couple of chicken farms,  and lots of open land.  We stopped at a tobacco farm to see how the tobacco is cured, although this visit was very "staged".  We passed a huge mango grove.  We visited a cave made by the limestone Mogotes and were able to walk through this cave and take a small skiff along the underground river.  This was almost the site of Spielberg's "Jurassic Park" but he and the government could not come to terms with the production company.  It was very special to be able to get out in the countryside and see the oxen-drawn plows, horse and buggy transport, and people working in the fields and villages.  Everyone was friendly, pleasant and happy to see us. Some of this was like visiting a national park in the US, where live displays were staged so that visitors could get the feel for the topic. Think Plymouth Plantation or the Flume in NH.  Even so, the rich history and culture was evident.

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Curing Tobacco

The Cave

Tobacco

Mogotes

Our friend, Pat Fulmer, co-owner of Cutter Loose, put together a photo essay of our trip and included some of the best pictures from all of our camaras. She posted it on YouTube and here is a link to it.  It is about 11 minutes long, so make sure you have time to view it.  The photos are pretty good!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ot0A2uJeMyE

Following are more photos that are different from what she used in the video.  Enjoy!

 At Hemingway's House 

 Walking the streets of Havana

The Logo of Havana Club Rum

Havana Libre' Hotel (used to be a Hilton)

Enjoying a Cuba Libre'

Enjoying a Daiquiri at a charming Paladar

There is still so much to tell, but we think we have gone on too long.  Questions, comments and calls are welcomed.  It was an amazing trip.  We recommend it to anyone interested in international travel. The quote our friend Pat Fulmer posted on Facebook is so true:

"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness." - Mark Twain

If you are interested in another perspective on our travels, click here for Cutter Loose's blog entry.  

On Thursday, April 14 at 6:30AM we pulled away from the dock at Marina Hemingway and made our way to customs to clear out.  After the usual paperwork and a detailed search below-decks by Customs Officials to assure no Cubans were aboard we pulled away and headed out to sea.  A fair wind on our beam and three to five foot seas sent us northeast under sail with good speed.  By 11:30PM we had passed by Key West's Sea Buoy and dropped anchor under the stars in a welcomed U.S. harbor.  

Our trip to Cuba, quite unexpectedly, gave us a valuable perspective on our own lives. It is good to be home; a home that ensures so many freedoms that we take for granted, including the ability to come and go as we please. Our experiences in Cuba will stay with us for years to come.  

'Til next time -