Utila, Honduras to Livingston, Guatemala

Posted by Scot

The trip from Utila to Livingston was pretty unremarkable.  Actually, now that I think about it, the very fact that a 100 nm overnight trip off the northern coast of mainland Honduras can strike me as unremarkable says a lot about how far our sailing has come.  Similar trips a few months ago were enough to have me stressed out for days before and after.  So I guess, in order to show the trip some respect, I should make a few remarks about it.

Goodbye Utila!

After having dragged anchor the night before, and tolerating ongoing rolling and bouncing in the anchorage at Utila, we were glad to weigh anchor and get on our way at 1500 hours.  In fact, from a wind perspective it probably would have been better to wait one more day for the easterly trades to fill back in and give us a downwind push.  But we were keen to get on our way, so we elected to set out into the dying westerlies that were on our nose.  The winds were not much of a concern, since they were forecast to drop off to nothing as the night wore on.

The forecast was perfect, and within a few hours of setting out, there was almost no wind to speak of.  Initially, we had some northern swell giving us a side roll which was a bit uncomfortable, but as the wind died, so did the waves, and soon we were motoring along in a calmer sea state than we had seen at anchor in the previous 3 days.

Some more Honduran house-on-stilts architecture.

We had our now-familiar dolphin visit in the late afternoon.  These dolphins were different than the ones in the last couple of videos I have posted.  They were bigger, and grey with white speckles.  They did more jumping than swimming, and didn’t stay long.  Still, we were happy to see them for their brief visit, since we have started to take them as a sign of good luck for our passages.

I was pretty tired right out of the gate, not having slept well the previous few nights.  Fortunately, Alexander is now comfortable enough to do a formal watch.  So starting at about 1800, the rest of us went to bed, and Alexander kept an eye on things until 2100.

Having gotten a few hours of sleep, I felt much better, and sat up into the wee hours for my watch.  Not much happened.  The wind stayed light, and I played with the sails a bit to see if I could help the engines along.  The moon was full, and it was easy to see all around – almost as good as daylight.  The lights of a freighter were visible in the distance, but  nothing came close to us.

Sara took over for the middle of the night, then I got up and stood another watch at 0530.  I love that time of the morning.  Getting to watch the sun rise at sea is a treat.  Christopher got up at 0730, and he and Katie went up to the trampolines to keep an eye on things.  I took the opportunity to lie back down on the salon couch and close my eyes, although I couldn’t fall asleep,as the boat and the day woke up around me.

Christopher keeping a bow watch as we come into Guatemala.

We came around the tip of Cabo Tres Puntas at around 1030.  Our plan had been to anchor there for the day and stay overnight before heading across the bay to Livingston, and checking into Guatemala.  After a quick crew meeting, though, we (almost) unanimously agreed that we had enough energy to continue across to Livingston to check in that day.  (After a little breakfast, the one holdout on that decision came around).  If the check in didn’t take too long, we would be able to start our trip up the famous Rio Dulce that same afternoon.

It's amazing what a little breakfast can do for some people's moods!

We kept our motors running across the dead calm Bahia de Amatique, dodging a couple of freighters on their way in and out of Bahia de Santo Tomas de Castillo.  Sara and I are always amazed that our diesels can run 20 hours straight without a hiccup, but once again, they performed flawlessly the whole trip.

The town of Livingston on the Guatemala coast was a welcome sight.  The Rio Dulce, like all rivers, carries a fair amount of debris downstream, and dumps it at it’s mouth.  There is a well known shallow bar at the entrance that makes it necessary to exercise caution when coming in.  It is not uncommon for boats with a draft over 6 feet to drag their keels along the bottom, or get stuck here altogether. We carefully kept to the GPS waypoints we had been given, though, and with our shallow draft, we had no problem getting across the bar and dropping anchor in front of Livingston.

Livingston, Guatemala.

We radioed Raul Veliz, who is an agent who assists cruisers in checking into Guatemala.  It is not mandatory to hire him, but we had heard from other cruisers in Honduras that it facilitated the check in greatly.  Raul lived up to his reputation.  We had emailed him a couple of days previously with all our paperwork, and shortly after radioing him, he arrived at our boat, with all the necessary officials in tow.  Raul, along with a member of the military, a doctor, a customs official, and one other person, who I never really figured out, all trooped aboard Monashee and sat around the table in the cockpit.  They hardly glanced at either us, or the boat.  Raul passed them all the relevant paperwork, they all wrote and signed and stamped what they needed to, and within minutes they were heading off back to town.

This little guy flew into our cockpit sometime during the night.  Katie bonded with him before we threw him back from whence he came.

Raul promised us he would have all the paperwork finalized in half an hour, and we could meet him in his office to pick it up.  So, Sara and I dinghied in to town, changed some money at the bank, and headed to Raul’s office, where, true to his word, everything was ready.  It wasn’t the cheapest check-in we’ve had, but it also wasn’t the most expensive.  And it was definitely the most efficient.

Once we were all checked in to the country, we headed back out to the boat, scarfed down a quick lunch, and headed up the much anticipated Rio Dulce!

The waterfront, Livingston, Guatemala.

Utila, Bay Islands, Honduras

Posted by Scot

Other than the visit to the Sea Shepherd Brigitte Bardot, Utila has not been particularly successful at arresting the downward slide of our Honduras experience.  This is probably at least partly due to the weather.  In a bay that is best suited to provide protection from the prevailing eastern trade winds of the Carribbean, we have had a couple of days of west winds, which allow big waves to build across the bay, and make for an uncomfortable anchorage.  This is compounded by dive boats roaring in and out of the bay at full tilt, creating a lot of wake and generally rocking our boat.  I know they have to make a living, and our comfort is probably not high on their priority list, but it certainly doesn’t make it a place that cruisers will want to hang out.

I think you could call this "damning with faint praise".  Or at least "vague praise".

In fact, all these things together have conspired to produce a bit of minor drama for us.  Yesterday, as the west wind built and our boat bounced around, we saw that the forecast was for increasing westerlies overnight as a front came through.  So we decided to raise our anchor and check out the west side of the bay, reasoning that if we could anchor there, we would have better protection from the building waves.

Utila street scene.

We went over and explored the west side, but it was really rocky, and we couldn’t find a place to drop our anchor.  So we came back and anchored a bit to the north of our original position.  The wind was pretty strong when we anchored, so we let out tons of chain (140 feet in about 12 feet of water), and I set the anchor harder than I normally do.  I revved the engines in reverse up to 2000, when I usually just pull at 1500 rpms.  The anchor held well with the pull of the engines and the wind, so we figured we were good for the night.

There is a rumor that Utila is where Robinson Crusoe was stranded.  I'm not sure how true that is, but it probably brings in some tourists.

As night came on, the wind came up a bit, but was still in the low 20 knots, so we weren’t worried.  I decided to sleep in the salon anyway, in case the wind picked up more.  I stayed up until about midnight reading, which is pretty late for us, but everything seemed OK, so I went to sleep.

Waterfront hotel, Utila.

This morning, to our shock, we are still anchored, but about 500 metres from where we started last night!  Neither Sara or I noticed a thing during the night, and we seem to be solidly fixed here now.  Luckily for us, there are only a couple of other boats in the bay, and we are not close to either one of them.  We have never dragged this anchor before, and we have had much windier nights than last night.  I’m not sure exactly what we could have done differently, other than maybe set an anchor alarm.  That is something I will be doing from now on, whenever there are any wind or waves to speak of in an anchorage.  We are pretty lucky that we didn’t continue to drag right into the shore, or hit another boat in the night.  Scary in retrospect, but not much we can do about it now.  Ironically, I had just sent an email yesterday to another cruiser, saying how much we love our Rocna anchor, and were happy that it had never budged on us.

Bar choices in Utila.

Other than that Utila doesn’t seem to have a lot to recommend it over any of the other Bay Islands.  It is basically another budget dive destination, peopled by locals and 20 something year old dive tourists.  This means lots of loud music pumped out over the bay at night.  The main street is kind of cool.  It is just two paving stones wide, and there are not really any cars here.  The locals get around on motor bikes or golf carts.

Downtown Utila.  Not a lot of room for pedestrians, but the motorbikes and golf carts just seemed to swerve around us.

The place has a bad reputation for theft historically.  It used to be called “Burglary Bay” by cruisers.  I’m not sure if this is still valid, but we have been cautious, leaving someone on the boat at all times when we send people ashore to check things out.

Utila waterfront.  More of the Honduran penchant for stilt buildings.

We are hoping to get off tonight for the overnight passage to Guatemala.  It will depend a bit on the weather.  The west winds are supposed to ease off, and eventually swing back around to the east, which is what we would really like for our passage.  Fingers crossed! 

Brigitte Bardot comes to Utila

Posted by Scot

Brigitte Bardot.  Sort of.

Yes, that Brigitte Bardot.  Sort of.

The day we pulled into the harbour on the Bay Island of Utila, we couldn’t help but notice the large motor trimaran painted in pseudo-military shades of blue, white, and gray.  On the side were the words “Sea Shepherd”, and on the bow, the name Brigitte Bardot.

We could have gotten a lot farther this year if Sara had let me buy one of these.

“You don’t think that’s the Sea Shepherd organization, as in Paul Watson Sea Shepherd, do you?” I asked Sara.  Sure enough, after a little Googling, we found out that this was indeed one of the ships belonging to the Sea Shepherd conservation organization.  If I remember correctly, I believe they are a kind of splinter group from Green Peace.

I don’t know that actual history, but I seem to recall something about them having  more aggressive tactics than Green Peace, and so they formed their own group.  Don’t quote me on that, though.

The kids told me that the Sea Shepherd crew dragged this rope to get caught in the propellers of Japanase whaling ships.  It took them about two days to get free.  Lots of time for the whales to get away.

The Brigitte Bardot is named after the famous actress, who was quite an environmentalist in her own right.  She apparently donated the money to Sea Shepherd to purchase the boat.

Signed photos of B. Bardot on her namesake.

Anyway, on our second day in Utila, the Brigitte Bardot left the mooring it was on, and pulled on to the dock.  Later in the day, Sara and the kids went into town to get off the rolling boat for awhile.  As they walked along the dock in front of the the Brigitte Bardot, one of the crew came out and asked if anyone else wanted a tour, as they were about to give the last one for the day.

Let's go out and mix it up with some whalers!

I'll drive.  You guys just sit back and hang on.

They jumped at the chance, and learned some interesting things about the boat while they were on it.

OK, I'm hanging on.  Let's go!

At one point, before it belonged to Sea Shepherd, it held the world record for the fastest circumnavigation of the world (back in 1998).  It has been eclipsed since.

Sara touring the galley of the B. Bardot.

Prior to being called the Brigitte Bardot, the boat was painted all in black, and named “Gojira”, the Japanese form of “Godzilla”.  That was apparently meant to strike terror into the hearts of Japanase poachers.  Unfortunately, they had to change the name when they were hit with a copywright infringement notice.  So then, she became the Brigitte Bardot.

Aaaaaaah, Gojira!

Now, the ship spends its days doing the work of ocean environmentalists.  It has just finished an anti-poaching campaign off the Western coast of Guatemala, where it was hired by the Guatemalan government to help stop illegal fishing on their offshore banks.  It has since come through the Panama canal, and is on it’s way to Florida to participate in the grand opening of a “Sea Shepherd Central American” branch.

Jet ski on the back of the B. Bardot.

Interestingly, when they crank her full open, she can go up to 25 knots.  At 22 knots cruising speed, it uses 150 litres of fuel per hour (so much for environmentalism).  At that speed, it has 1,000 nautical miles range.  If they knock it back to 10-12 knots, it can go up to 4,000 nautical miles without refueling.

Apparently the ship rolls a lot in big seas, and the lee cloths don't do much to keep the crew in their bunks.

Another view of the galley.  The ship can take up to 14 crew members.

Sara told me the captain is  a woman.  You can see her at the bow in the picture below.  Fitting for the Brigitte Bardot.

Walking the plank off the Brigitte Bardot.

Speeding Down Highways and The Windy Woods

posted by Alexander, Christopher and Dad

Evening comes to West End.  The cruise ships head out as the sun starts to set.

A few days ago we arrived at West End, Roatan. After a day of rest we rented a car and took our diesel cans to fill. We set out on an expedition into unknown territory. At least for us.

Now there were a ton of awesome pictures about how beautiful it was and stuff but we lost those due to a faulty memory card. So I’ll just tell you how great it was! Roatan is full of tall lush green hills and curvy roads and trees. We went into a resort just to check it out and the tiled road was winding down a green hill.As a joke, Dad wondered what they did when the roads got all icy in the winter because there were some very steep ones.

Ocean views on Roatan

After doing a bunch of exploring, we finally got to work. Work meaning we got hungry and went for lunch at an outdoor mall. It was really modern and I thought it was great. We went to a fast food grill place. That was our mistake. The dishes had a ton of meat on them. The walls had a couple T.V.’s on them that were playing Monsters University. I swear they were there to make you ignore how much meat you were eating. During the meal two little kids came and asked for money but we didn’t have any extra to give them. An employee came and handed them some cash so they would leave. When we finally finished eating we all realized that we were insanely full. We literally didn’t eat for two meals afterwards. Well, except for the ice cream we had right after. Hmmmmm…

After we had finished a lunch that would have caused my vegetarian aunt and uncle to faint we went and filled our diesel cans. Then we went shopping at Eldons super market and went home. It was a very productive day.

Dad chimes in:

West End on Roatan is the most touristy part of Roatan we have seen.  It is a collection of small dive shops, bars and restaurants spread out along a reef-protected waterfront.  Just inside the reef, cruiser’s anchor so they can go ashore and enjoy all the bars and restaurants.  Or, they go and snorkel the reef.  Sadly, we are not big bar or restaurant people.  We find that, with five of us on the boat, going out to eat quickly becomes extravagantly expensive.  And the kids just can’t keep up with Sara and I when we take them to bars.  Lightweights.  So we have most of our meals on the boat.

Dive shops like this one abound at West End ...

... as do open air bars and cafes, like this one.

Right now, we can’t do much snorkelling either.  Despite really enjoying our scuba diving, Alexander and I both seem to have contracted ear infections that get worse the more time we spend in the water.  So we are trying to keep our heads dry.  Sara and Katie aren’t big snorkellers, and Christopher doesn’t really like to go alone.  So, all in all, West End was kind of wasted on on us.  We stayed for a few nights, and did the drive around the island that the boys have described above, but other than that, it wasn’t that great.  The highlight was the sea turtle who seemed to live right under our boat.  I did go for one good snorkel, and got some great pictures of him.

Sea turtle, with a remora hitchiking on his shell.

He (or she) was actually a lot bigger than (s)he looks in this picture.

Turtle diving in the sunlight, with a remora hanginf on to a rear fin.

The next day we thought we should leave. After doing all that we had decided that we would head out, considering we had seen and done most of the stuff that there was to do in West End. So we packed up the boat and began to go. With strong winds coming into our port side, it made for a fast sail, even though we rolled all the way there.

Saying goodbye to Roatan.  This resort sits on the southwestern tip of the island.

We got to a place called Cayos Cochinos after four hours of sailing. It was barely inhabited, with a dense and lush jungle on a medium sized hill/mountain.

We thought a hike in the deep jungle would make for an enjoyable walk, while at the same time giving us good exercise. So we took our dinghy over, and began to make our way up the trail that we had heard would take us to a lighthouse atop the mountain. We walked for about five minutes on a reasonably flat trail before meeting with some Hondurans who looked like they were tourists to Cayos Cochinos, but not the country. Mom struck up a friendly chat, and they soon told us that we were going the wrong way, if we were going to the light house we needed to take a different trail. We went to that trail and all of the nice flatness was lost. It was at about a 70 degree angle all the way up and the only thing going for the trail was that the trees provided perfect shade. We got tired after a little while and took a break. We had a bit of water then took off again.

We continued all the way up the steep winding path until we reached a gap in the trees. For the three feet that you were passing by the gap, the wind was really powerful. So we stood there for a while, until we decided that we were OK again and we could move on.

We continued on until we reached the tower. It was a skinny lighthouse about a hundred feet up. It wasn’t very impressive, and so after another break, we headed back.

Sailboat outside the reef at West End.

The downhill was steep and sketchy, but we made it down and had some good fun sliding. we got back to the dinghy and took off back to the boat.

Dad chimes in again (saves me having to write a whole separate post):

The Bay Islands of Honduras started on a high note for us, but have slowly slid backwards.  We really loved Guanaja, and had a great time at Mango Creek Lodge.  Fantasy Island was pretty good too, although we were ready to leave when we did.  West End was just so-so, as I described above.

We had high hopes for the Cayos Cochinos.  What we knew about them was that they were relatively remote, and were protected and unspoiled.  All things that really appeal to us.  We had hoped to spend a few days exploring them.  Unfortunately, our visit there was less than ideal.

Things started off looking pretty good.  The islands weren’t quite as remote as we had hoped.  There were houses and a restaurant and dive shop right on the bay we pulled into.  But there weren’t any other boats, so that seemed good.

Within minutes of our arrival, a military looking boat with two soldiers and one conservation officer pulled alongside our boat.  The conservation officer boarded our boat, and explained to us the charge for mooring in the Cayo Cochinos.  We knew there would be a fee, but were surprised to learn it would be $50.00 per night.  Just to moor there.  This was the highest mooring fee we have ever encountered, including our time in the BVIs.  It wouldn’t bankrupt us, but when a marina costs around $15.00 per night here, it seemed pretty high.  We decided to just stay for the one night, and see how it went.

While the hike was good, the rest of the night wasn’t.  For some reason, the high cliffs of the Cayos, which plunge dramatically down into the water, also funnel strong winds down them.  Every few minutes, our boat was buffetted by powerful gusts which made us concerned about the integrity of the mooring we were tied to.  Eventually, the wind shifted around so that it was onshore.  But this meant that a big swell rolled in.  The rest of the night had us rocking and rolling as much as anywhere we have ever anchored.  We were happy to leave in the morning.  Hopefully our last stop in Honduras, the island of Utila, will reverse the downward trend.

Sunset cruise at West End.

Da plane, boss, da plane!

Posted by Scot

Calm morning in French Key Harbour

That’s right, we spent the last 5 days on Fantasy Island.  Unfortunately, it was not that Fantasy Island.  Maybe sometime in the past, Ricardo Montalban and Tattoo wandered around making dreams come true, but by the looks of things, nobody has done any work on the Fantasy Island Resort in Roatan since about the same time the eponymous TV show was cancelled.  Which is too bad, since the resort is situated in a pretty fantastic place.  It is on a 21 acre island, with two beautiful beaches protected by a fringing coral reef, a dive operation on site, a marina, and a wildlife park/zoo of sorts.  If someone actually put some effort into it, it would be an amazing place.

For marina guests, though, since we didn’t have to avail ourselves of the run down facilities, and could just use the beaches and enjoy the wildlife, it was still pretty good.  The Fantasy Island marina is sort of the focal point for the very active cruiser’s community that calls French Key Harbour on Roatan their winter home.  A lot of folks come over from the Rio Dulce in Guatemala to spend the winter here, after spending hurricane season up the protected Rio.

Sunrise over Fantasy Island

That makes French Key Harbour a sort of summer (winter?) camp for baby-boomers with boats.  There were probably around 30 retired couples docked or anchored in French Key Harbour while we were there.  Most had been there for weeks, and were planning to stay through to the end of “the season”.  Their days are filled with volleyball, shopping trips, potluck dinners, swap meets, and evening drinks at the Tiki Palapa.  Actually, we were lucky enough to be docked right in front of the Tiki Palapa, so we got to enjoy evening drinks with the group on several nights we were there.  We met lots of really nice people, and joined them for a few volleyball games, and a potluck as well.

We were definitely an anomaly in the main demographic though.  On the night we went to the potluck, as we were coming in, one of the guests took a look at our family and exclaimed “Look, kids!”  She said it the same way you might say, “Look, aliens!”  We really haven’t had much luck seeing other kid boats on this trip.  It is a good thing we have three of them, and they can keep each other company.

Cruiser's out for dinner.

In fact, it is especially lucky they can amuse each other when we are working on the inevitable boat projects that crop up.  After our motor/sail from the Caymans, our engines were due for another oil change, as well as an overall tune up.  So, for three days, every morning in the blazing sun, I got to descend into the nice shady engine rooms.  Using a mixture of sweat, engine oil and corrosion inhibitor for lubrication, I wedged myself in next to our Volvo Pentas, and managed to change the oil and filters, tighten the belts, and put in new impellers on both engines.

One of the locals, Fantasy Island.

Once we got done with the engine work, we cast off from the dock and anchored out in the harbour.  There, we realized that one of our heads wasn’t flushing right, so I spent another morning pulling apart the macerator pump.  It turned out that was working just fine, but I did take the opportunity to rebuild the pump with parts from our new pump that we had gotten shipped to Georgetown.  In fact, I wanted to just replace the whole thing, but was surprised to find that the new pump wasn’t actually the right one for our head.  So, instead, I pulled every part off the new pump that I could use on the old pump, and built a sort of a “Frankenpump”, using the best parts of each.

Then, I got to pulling apart the plumbing.  It turns out there is a sort of tri-leaflet valve downstream of the pump that was blocked with a mixture of seawater and… well, you know, the stuff that flows through a toilet pipe.  Once I figured out how to remove the valve and clean it, the toilet is back to full working order.  I think what actually happened is that the toilet was sitting long enough without being used while we were in the marina (when we were using the on-shore toilets), that things just sort of hardened up, and eventually obstructed the outflow.  Anyway, after a long sweaty fight with the toilet, followed by a very long swim and a shower once it was fixed, all is now well.  It is often said that boats that are used have less go wrong with them than boats that sit, and I think this is a good example of why that is.

For you cardiac surgeons out there, think heavily calcified aortic sclerosis.  For everyone else, just think "yuck".  (I used my phone camera to look in the pipe and take this picture before committing to taking it all apart).

It wasn’t all work, though.  Roatan is famous for it’s great diving.  Since we were docked about 80 feet from the dive shop, and itching to use our newly minted PADI certificates, we made sure to take in one of the local dives.  Diving in Honduras is ridiculously cheap.  For just over $50.00 we rented gear for Alexander, Christopher, and me.  Then, we dinghied over to a dive site that was about five minutes from our boat.  It was great.  There was a wreck of a ship and a plane right next to each other.  While Sara and Katie waited for us in the dinghy, we explored below.  None of us had ever dived on a wreck before.  Gliding weightlessly over the coral and fish inhabiting the skeletal remains of these huge objects was as close to flying as we have ever been.

I think Katie is driving the dinghy here, but I note that no one is actually steering in this picture.

New growth, old ship.

Flying above the wreck.

Diving partners.

Fantasy Island

Monashee on the dock, Fantasy Island Marina

Posted by Alexander Mar.12, 2014

Not quite as cool as it sounds but still pretty great, Fantasy island is the marina where our boat has been moored for the last five days. It is nestled to one corner of French Quay Harbor right next to a big resort. Because of this we got to use the resorts facilities, like the pool, beach and hammocks and pool tables. That’s a pretty sweet deal right? There are some very cool things we did there.

The whole area is very social so we went to this big gumbo dinner cooked by one of the captains, Jon. I should note that everybody there aside from us was in their fifties or older. Anyway there were to other guys in the boating community. One played the saxophone and the other sang and played the guitar so there was live entertainment! We met lots of people and the gumbo was fantastic! Mom made me go and get the recipe and Jon said he’d give it to me at volleyball. So now I can tell you about that.

Shrimp and chicken gumbo and live entertainment.  Who could ask for anything more?

On most evenings except for the gumbo party thing, we went and played volleyball with a big group of people. The organizer of that event, Suzie usually brought her Honduran neighbors and they only spoke Spanish. That didn’t stop people from having fun. Nobody was very good at the game so it wasn’t for people who didn’t play regularly to join in. Namely Dad, me and even Mom. We went three times over the days we were there and it was really fun. Everybody wanted us to stay because the loved to have a full volleyball team but we were ready to move out. But there’s still some stuff to tell you.

Cruisers and Hondurans playing volleyball.

We went diving but there will be another blog about that. So I’ll tell you a little bit about the animal park. There was a little place where they had tons of free roaming animals which they fed and kept but the animals could go anywhere they wanted. There were these little things that the locals called rabbits but they weren’t rabbits. They also had some huge iguanas, a peacock, a bunch of roosters, some parrots that did have a cage and our favorites the monkeys. Christopher did a blog about those guys recently so I won’t say to much, but they loved to mess around and they even got inside a van at one point. They knew not to stay though because they got out quickly. They were fearless climbers and they would take crazy jumps from tree to tree.

Monkey looking for mischief...

And finding it.  He was in that van in the background shortly after this picture.

Another thing that happened was a trip into Honduras to go shopping. There was a huge proper supermarket and we were able to get everything that we needed. On the drive there I noticed that the houses were nicer than I expected. Maybe we just went through a nice part of town but I liked the look of Roatan.

Cruiser grocery van.

Well now we aren’t there anymore. We are anchored out in French Cay Harbour with our boat all clean and looking forward to a new adventure at the Rio Dulce.

Movie night on Monashee.  With the TV hooked up to the stereo we have a great little home theatre system on the boat.  And popcorn completes the picture.