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Update from Sept 2019 — Dec 2020

I had a busy couple of months after my successful nonstop return to Victoria, B.C., in September 2019, with a quick trip to England to see family, friends and the Southampton Boat Show and with lots of interviews, speaking requests and emails to respond to, as well as making a start on the many jobs needed on board Nereida as a result of my circumnavigation. It was nice to relax initially, with both the Empress Hotel and Spinnakers kindly giving me time and space to wind down. Sleeping undisturbed for as long as I fancied in a big, comfy, peaceful bed, with a big bathtub close by, followed by a breakfast with fresh fruit, was a totally different experience from the narrow bunk and food I had become used to during my eleven months at sea.

Naming of Victoria Harbour Dock
Naming of Victoria Harbour Dock
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Update on recovery since bad fall on 28th Sept 2017

Recovery is going well, although my neck mobility is still very restricted after three months in a neck brace.

'Nereida' is safely docked in Victoria (RVYC) while I spend time in the warmth of Mexico, working on improving my general fitness as well as concentrating a lot on moving my neck more.

I'lm looking forward to sailing in B.C. on board 'Nereida' over the summer, making sure my boat handling is OK despite my accident.

There are a few jobs still to be done during that time but my hope is to be ready to leave in early October - headed south, solo nonstop, to Cape Horn and then on around the Southern Ocean before returning north.

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Fwd: Testing post with photos of motor and Balboa Park, SD

To sail around the World, a vessel must start from and return to the same
point, must cross all meridians of longitude and must cross the Equator. It
may cross some but not all meridians more than once (i.e. two roundings of
Antarctica do not count). The shortest orthodromic track of the vessel must
be at least 21,600 nautical miles in length calculated based on a 'perfect
sphere'. In calculating this distance, it is to be assumed that the vessel
will sail around Antarctica in latitude 63 degrees south.

A vessel starting from any point where the direct orthodromic distance is
too short shall pass one single island or other fixed point on a required
side so as to lengthen his orthodromic track to the minimum distance.

No starting point will be permitted more south than 45 ° south.

1 degree of longitude at 63 degrees south will be taken as 27.24NM
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To San Blas from La Cruz de Huanacaxtle - 13-18th February, 2016

It was lovely to get away from the dock for six days last week with friends Tom & Maggie who had joined me the week before on board “Nereida”.   Outstanding jobs to be done on board – none of them critical – would have to wait, although the dinghy was inflated, the outboard was run to check it and the diesel was topped up.  I’d stocked up with plenty of fruit juices, fresh fruit, eggs, cheese and vegetables so we would eat well while at anchor..

We had hoped to sail but with light winds from astern, we motored most of the 42 miles from La Cruz, around Punta de Mita and on to Chacala – a lovely anchorage with good holding, although open to SW swell which, sure enough, made itself felt but not so badly that it became a problem – we were rocked gently to sleep.   Surfers enjoy the waves along the beach just south of there.

We were keen to get to historic San Blas so, instead of dinghying ashore, we left soon after a leisurely breakfast of fresh papaya.

I overlaid the radar over the chart on the plotter – the old Mexican charts are renowned for being unreliable and the radar image showed the land to be generally over one and a half miles further east than the chart placed it.   Our track several times passed over ‘land’!  Passing Punta Los Custodios, with rocks awash shown as well offshore, we kept our eyes glued to the depth display but we were in plenty of water all the way.

Our final destination was Bahía Matanchén – a wide open anchorage with a long curving beach fringed by palms and lines of ‘palapas’ – beach restaurants roofed with palm fronds to shade the many (empty) chairs and tables set out on the fine sand. The long beach to our east, running south, was scattered with small houses and behind it, the jungle-covered mountains rose high.

The old town and river-port of San Blas lay a short distance around a point to the NW with the coast highway passing an easy walking distance from the beach.  Ishmael runs a palapa conveniently close to a good landing spot for the dinghy and kept an eye on it while we were away in exchange for a drink and a tip  on our return.  The swell was minimal into the bay and made for a fairly easy landing – getting wet feet and legs is all part of the normal dinghy-beaching routine!

We had been advised to anchor well out in the shallow bay so we were ¾ mile out and several other boats came in and anchored even further out.   The reason?  No-see-ums, or ‘jejenas’ to the Mexicans ….   These minute, pin-head-sized insects are difficult to see and have a disproportionately painful bite and, so the Mexicans will tell you, laugh “he-he” as they do so…. usually around sunset and sunrise.

I’d asked my friends to bring a big double mosquito net with them, thinking it might be needed over their bunk, but they rigged it up over half the cockpit so we could sit out and enjoy the sunset and fresh air without being bitten – it worked well after a few attempts to drape it high up enough while still reaching the cockpit floor.

We spent a very lazy Sunday at anchor in the peaceful, sunny bay.   Every now and then, we’d hear a splash as the pelican that seemed to have adopted the boat dived after the many fish that sheltered underneath us and a small group of chirping swallows were busily exploring various perches on the boat.

We finally went ashore just in time to meet up on the beach with some other boaters – one of whom I knew.  They were able to advise us on getting in to town and making the river trip we’d heard about, as well as pointing out Ishmael’s palapa to us.

The main road into San Blas was an easy walk from the beach and, at the point where we reached it, was lined on both sides with small tiendas.    Most of these claimed to be selling the only ‘autentico, unico’ assorted local breads, cakes and pastries!   We tried the banana bread (excellent) and a few pastries – all sold with a big friendly smi

Monday we took a taxi into town – the local bus we would have preferred seemed to be rather infrequent and we had made a late start again.  San Blas is an old town "San Blas was founded in 1531, but the official date of founding is 1768, when Don Manuel Rivera and 116 families arrived .  It was the port from which the Spanish priest Junípero Serra, Father President of the California Missions, departed for California. He left on March 12, 1768 from the nearby Las Islitas beach on Matanchen Bay, in the locally built barque Purísima Concepción. In May 1768, San Blas was designated as a new naval base for the Spanish Navy.  A fort was built high up on a rocky escarpment overlooking the town with excellent views far over the surrounding area – three sides have steep rocky faces.  The fort has recently been renovated and the church close by is impressive despite its lack of roof.

The US poet Longfellow is well-known in the town for his poem ‘The Bells of San Blas’, some or all of which we found inscribed on walls in several places, including, of course, the old church it referred to.  (This was Longfellow's last poem, finished days before his death but he never visited the town.)   Apart from a beautiful old hotel near the riverside harbour area, with a lovely courtyard at its centre, and other occasional well-kept buildings, most of the town was looking rather dilapidated and the roads were mainly of big, old cobbles.

Amusingly, the town square has an enormous Christmas Tree construction which seems to be a permanent feature.  The town market building stood opposite one corner of the square and Huichol Indian women were selling their many traditional bead items under the shady trees along one side of the square – I was very tempted, they are so colourful and delicate.

I liked the feel of the town, despite its rundown character – full of history and very Mexican – few ‘gringos’ here…

Tuesday we took the Tobara River trip in a typical open Mexican ‘panga’, our guide Juanito driving us through the winding river between thick mangroves near the beach, the greenery slowly getting less dense finally to become reed beds with occasional trees as the view opened up to the distant mountains.

Being around midday, with the sun beating down out of a clear sky, it wasn’t the best time for bird activity, but in or below trees at the river’s edge we saw a variety of birds, crocodiles, a turtle and some big termite mounds high up.

It was all very enjoyable but the best was yet to come – at the end of the trip, we stopped at a restaurant where a large pool of water was crystal clear and refreshingly cool – I’ve not enjoyed a swim so much for a long time – it was delicious!  Jaguars are said to roam around here...

We returned at speed, with Juanito swinging us around the many bends in great style – good fun!

A fresh fish ceviche was prepared for us by Ishmael before we dinghied back to the boat for a relaxing sundowner.

We all agreed we’d like to return to Matanchén Bay and San Blas sometime but now it was time to make an early morning start back down to Punta de Mita where we anchored peacefully overnight before returning to the marina in La Cruz –Tom and Maggie had a flight to catch to Vancouver.

Memorable moments included whales spouting in the distance, two fishermen frantically waving us inshore of their unseen fishing net, a large turtle swimming past the boat and lots of small brown rays swimming with upturned wingtips in Matanchén Bay.

The Bells of San Blas

What say the Bells of San Blas
To the ships that southward pass
    From the harbor of Mazatlan?
To them it is nothing more
Than the sound of surf on the shore,—
    Nothing more to master or man.

But to me, a dreamer of dreams,
To whom what is and what seems
    Are often one and the same,—
The Bells of San Blas to me
Have a strange, wild melody,
    And are something more than a name.

For bells are the voice of the church;
They have tones that touch and search
    The hearts of young and old;
One sound to all, yet each
Lends a meaning to their speech,
    And the meaning is manifold.

They are a voice of the Past,
Of an age that is fading fast,
    Of a power austere and grand;
When the flag of Spain unfurled
Its folds o'er this western world,
    And the Priest was lord of the land.

The chapel that once looked down
On the little seaport town
    Has crumbled into the dust;
And on oaken beams below
The bells swing to and fro,
    And are green with mould and rust.

"Is, then, the old faith dead,"
They say, "and in its stead
    Is some new faith proclaimed,
That we are forced to remain
Naked to sun and rain,
    Unsheltered and ashamed?

"Once in our tower aloof
We rang over wall and roof
    Our warnings and our complaints;
And round about us there
The white doves filled the air,
    Like the white souls of the saints.

"The saints! Ah, have they grown
Forgetful of their own?
    Are they asleep, or dead,
That open to the sky
Their ruined Missions lie,
    No longer tenanted?

"Oh, bring us back once more
The vanished days of yore,
    When the world with faith was filled;
Bring back the fervid zeal,
The hearts of fire and steel,
    The hands that believe and build.

"Then from our tower again
We will send over land and main
    Our voices of command,
Like exiled kings who return
To their thrones, and the people learn
    That the Priest is lord of the land!"

O Bells of San Blas, in vain
Ye call back the Past again!
    The Past is deaf to your prayer;
Out of the shadows of night
The world rolls into light;
    It is daybreak everywhere.

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Underway to La Cruz

Saturday 23 January 2016 Sea of Cortez

It's so good to be underway again - even though it looks as though there's to be a lot of motoring in light winds...

The old solar panels have been replaced with two large new ones, with lots of help from Joseph DiMatteo (and his friend Tony) who drove me back down with them from Tucson to San Carlos just over a week ago - very many thanks for all his efforts and help.

My outboard motor has also been repaired, despite the main part I brought out from England not being correct, so the old part had to be welded together for re-use - it's probably now stronger than it was and certainly the motor seems to be running fine.

I wanted to get away as soon as possible for several rreasons, .... and the cold night air in San Carlos at this time of year was certainly a contributing factor!

As it turned out, there has been a very strong 'Norther' blowing for most of the week, giving nasty short seas. It was due to abate this weekend - which galvanised me into trying to be ready to leave during that 'weather window', so as to meet up with friends in La Cruz soon... It's a five-day passage to La Cruz from San Carlos, with a possible brief stop at Mazatlan on the way.

Tom and Bobbi, with crew Martin, are maknig the passage to Mazatlan on 'Persistence' and we're keeping in radio contact. They left several hours before I did (I needed some sleep before leaving!) and so are about 30 miles ahead of me - useful, since if they see any problem fishing activity, they can let me know. Shrimpers are busy now and other small fishing boats are also a worry on an overnight pasage hereabouts - especially the unlit ones! Unlit fishing nets and the chance of meeting a long-liner (illegal but they're around) add to the worry... So far I've not seen any small fishing boats but I've deliberately kept well offshore in the hope of avoiding most of vthem - but it's early days yet.

Mid-afternoon, it was good to be playing with the sails again, when the onshore breeze strengthened - but a few hours later the sails were flapping in the light wind again and motor-sailing turned to motoring once more - I keep checking on deck, hopeful of making good use of the sails again.

Sunset was beautiful tonight, enhanced by the far away mountain tops of the Baja, loooking for all the world like nearby islands outlined in black against the rosy sky, with a big, orange, full moon rising in the East.

Position is being posted daily on under kc2iov (as usual) and at 0600 GMT (11pm local time) we were at 26N, 110W.... 53 miles NW of Topolobampo entrance channel - a likely source of small fishing boats and nets....
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December 2015 - Rudder nicely repaired ... back afloat!

A lovely, nicely-repaired rudder, freshly Coppercoated, and with clean prop and shaft newly coated with Propspeed - we were 'splashed' soon after sunrise on Sat 26th November.  (I'd been busily sanding the new Coppercoat the previous evening by headlight and again in the half-light around dawn)

That date was the last possible date for launching before next March, or maybe even April, in view of the tides becoming smaller over the winter here in the Sea of Cortez - so being ready in time was critical!

I enjoyed being afloat alongside the dock where the dive boat 'Ocean Sport' was moored. close to the table where freshly-caught fish were weighed, cleaned and dealt with - I received a chunk of marlin one day from one of the generous Mexicans which gave me an excuse to cook some ratatouille later to go with it - lovely!

Cruisers dinghying out to their boats in the Bahia, as well as pangas and tourist boats, regularly passed by and waved - all very sociable!

Nice to be afloat again with an intact rudder!   And the bimini support had finally been installed while on the hard - incredible... only one year later than I'd hoped!

After a trip to Europe over the 'holiday' season, I'll be driven back to 'Nereida' from Phoenix by Joseph DiMatteo of Tucson S.C., ready to instal two new 150W solar panels we'll be taking down with us.  Joseph has been amazingly helpful in talking to Solar World who are generously replacing all four panels under warranty - the old ones had degraded in places and were no longer producing the power they should have been.  I'll be looking forward to seeing a big increase in the amps produced by the new PV panels to charge the battery bank.   Many thanks to Solar World and to Joseph.

Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy, Peaceful New Year 2016 to you all!
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5th November 2015 - Back in San Carlos after some excitement in the Sea of Cortez

On my return to Nereida early in October, it was nice to reconnect with familiar people around the marina, which suddenly became far busier with cruisers increasingly returning to launch boats safely stored in San Carlos over the heat of the summer and hurricane season, to ready them for sailing in the far pleasanter, cooler, winter weather.   Days suddenly became pleasantly warm and nights cool.

It was enjoyable also to meet Tucson S.C. members down for their annual ‘Fall Regatta’.  I knew several from last year, met new ones and helped crew on ‘Last Dance’ on the first day of racing.  The nearby large Bahia San Francisco is a perfect venue for such a Regatta, with its several islands forming excellent course marks.  I’d also enjoyed crewing the previous weekend on a friend’s Viper in several Arizona Y.C. races on Lake Pleasant, a large reservoir just outside Phoenix.  (We made a 1-3-1 despite my dubious help!)

I’d been looking forward to seeing more of the Sea of Cortez but first wanted to finish a few more boat projects – among them fixing a hatch mosquito screen in the forepeak, which I needed help with since it needed two pairs of hands, and getting a bimini (cockpit sun shade) support organized.  That last item has been frustratingly difficult to make progress on for several months, with the work continually not being started as promised….   This is Mexico!

I finally got away from the dock at San Carlos around one o’clock on Wed 28th October after a prolonged Internet session at nearby Tequila’s (there’d be no Internet possibility once away) and having spent quite a time securing 3 newly-filled propane tanks in the gas locker, organizing  the dinghy and stowing my fold-up bike.

As expected, the wind was on the nose the entire way, so we motored north solidly, arriving  at Ensenada Chica just in time to anchor and relax before sunset…  Except that I couldn’t turn off the engine – the newly-installed replacement (keyed) start panel refused to respond when switched off…  The motor kept running….  (I realized a day later that I should have pressed the ‘Stop’ button before switching off , not after… obvious when you think about it!)

I had to get into the engine compartment to operate the emergency solenoid fuel cut-off.  Fortunately, I knew where to find it but was worried that the engine was hot and I had to reach down the far side of it….    It was a big relief when it stopped and I was able to relax and enjoy the dramatic view of pink, high, well-eroded-sandstone rocks and hills – so typical of the Sea of Cortez coastline and made even more spectacular as the sun began to set.


Where I’d anchored is reasonably well-protected from north winds – sudden, strong Northers being the main worry over the winter months.   With good, accurate, weather information difficult to come by in this area, it’s best to be safe and head for such protected anchorages, despite the frequent flat calm encountered on the way.

After cooking a meal, I planned my forthcoming passages over to Puerto Refugio and Este Ton, both on Isla Ángel de la Guarda, off the Baja coast, using two pilot books giving anchorages in the area – and also my iPad which I’d loaded, using Tequila’s Internet access, with detailed Google Earth photos of the coast and islands to back up other information.

From weather info given the next morning (Thursday) on several HF radio Nets and also from grib files I’d downloaded, it was clear a Norther ‘blow’ was expected – on Friday, they all said…  So I decided to head to a “textbook” secure anchorage a short distance further north, to wait for the Norther to pass.

Ensenada Julio Villa was certainly very calm, with none of the fair-sized SW swell which had built up entering it, but the cove was a lot smaller than I expected and also rather shallow.  Tidal info is not available for a lot of the Sea of Cortez so I ‘guesstimated’ the time and height of Low Water that evening by reference to a place on the other side of the Sea at a similar latitude.  .  

Rocky outcrops to East and West of entrance....    with sandy beach on North side of cove:

Anchoring in 12 feet (3.7 (m) of water, well away from the entrance rocks, did not feel too good but it was around mid-tide as I checked the depth on display using a lead line – it was over-reading just 8 inches (0.2m) – not normally a problem…  I  snorkelled to check on the seabed below the keel and found sand with lots of small boulders.   But later, when 9ft was shown and not knowing exactly how soon LW was expected, I moved closer to the entrance while there was still good daylight, re-anchoring in deeper water but still protected from the waves outside… But we were now a little closer to the rocks on either side of the entrance and I could not deploy as much chain as I would have liked since it would place us too close to the rocks astern.   When the expected strong NW wind came, the extended chain would place us even closer to them.   I thought about deploying a second anchor but that doesn’t leave much freedom for a quick escape if needed.… and there wasn’t anywhere else close by to make for that would give protection from the NW.

I was, by now, feeling decidedly uncomfortable and very aware that the barometer had been steadily falling and was now very low - at 1002 hPa – but the forecast was for the Norther to arrive the next afternoon… 

As soon as pitch darkness had fallen, before moonrise, the wind quickly began to build and I heard occasional sounds from the bow so I went there thinking maybe I should organize a snubber (closing hatches on the way as I did so!) – but soon realized that the anchor was beginning to drag – and almost immediately felt and heard it dragging a lot…  The high rocky hill astern loomed closer in the darkness.  I dived back to the wheel and turned on the engine – but we were already on the rocks with the wind, now 28-30 knots, trying to push us further on.   I could see one rock glistening black at the water surface close by to port and the rudder would only move a small amount either way, so clearly there were rocks to either side of it or it was already stuck in a crevice - but the water depth (near the bow) was reading 9ft.

Desperately trying to save the boat, I powered the motor to maximum r
evs, hoping to prevent us from being driven further onto the rocks by the wind.  Nothing happened and I was thinking,  “If I have to keep on like this for some time (until after the tide turned, in several hours’ time, maybe), so be it – anything to prevent us getting damaged by from going further onto the rocks.  There’s no-one around to help…”    I could hear occasional crunching under the keel from the rocks there but my impression was that the hull was, so far, clear of danger.

I kept on powering forward, moving the rudder very slightly at times in an effort to free the boat by getting it to change its position…the boat occasionally rocked slightly which I felt boded well – “If the boat would only move a bit more,” I thought, “We might stand a chance of getting away… “

After an age not making any progress, I suddenly felt a small forward movement – and then we bumped away and off the rocks….   What relief! 

Steering us in the direction of the cove entrance proved surprisingly difficult (clearly not helped by chain and anchor being still deployed) and as we seemed to veer out of control and head to the beach, I was fearful we’d end up in more trouble, but she finally responded to my steering efforts and we made it out of the cove and into open water – where the seas had already built substantially – definitely a ‘washing machine’ action…!

The anchor and chain needed to be taken in urgently.  I reduced the revs a little to make it easier and kept us making headway towards deeper water, away from the headland where the cove lay, although only making about 2kt into the 30kt headwind.   Switching to autopilot, I went forward to a bow that was crashing into the rough seas.   The moon had still not risen yet but the navlights I’d hurriedly gone below to switch on showed just how rough and big the seas were – tossing us around like the proverbial cork, with resulting chaos down below.

Thankfully, the windlass gave no problem and I was able to work with the wave action, getting the chain in gradually, in fits and starts, as we plunged into the oncoming waves, having regularly to move piled-up chain clear of the windlass gipsy inside the chain locker  … The anchor came in finally also, although I noticed it was upside down as it came up…   Far too dangerous in those seas to do anything about that – I was just thankful it was in and all seemed secure so I could get back to the wheel - and grab some extra (dry!) clothing to put on…

As we headed south towards San Carlos (a safe haven, for sure), our slow change of direction, as we followed the coast well offshore, gradually brought the oncoming seas abaft our beam – lessening slightly the violent motion.  Eventually we were running downwind – although still being tossed round in rather confused, angry seas.

I was thoroughly relieved that, when headed north, I’d circled a big, high rock (El Acero – the Sword),
partly to look for a colony of sea-lions said to inhabit it and partly because it was well over a mile off the coast, rather than just the ½ mile shown on the chart. If I hadn’t marked its position on my plotter, I could possibly have run into it in the darkness but I was now able to steer well clear of it.

Reaching San Carlos, nearly thirty miles away, took until gone 2a.m. with nowhere else to take refuge.  Entering the Bahia, the seas calmed and the wind died – despite 20 knots of wind and rough seas just outside.  The high twin peaks of Tetakawi – the distinctive symbol of San Carlos – and the other high hills around give the harbour wonderful protection from the north.

On trying to drop the anchor in the tranquil bay to get a much-needed rest, I discovered it was firmly wedged and refused to move, despite prolonged hammering in an effort to free it…. 

I was not inclined to struggle in the dark with readying my secondary anchor at that point – far simpler to get fenders and lines ready and cautiously make my way through the badly lit channel, past mostly unlit boats, piles and docks to the marina Fuel Dock – empty…  Great!

Stepping off onto the dock to tie up carefully alongside was the prelude to a good sleep onboard – I knew Pedro would recognize my boat and kindly move it along carefully if needed, in order to let another one fuel up – as happened early in the morning…   I turned over and slept on….  I was safe and so also, it seemed, was Nereida

Postscript:  The rudder had been damaged – the bottom was broken off (which possibly was the reason for my steering problem immediately after getting free if it was still partly attached for a time) - but the greater part of it was still there.  Being a sturdily-made semi skeg-hung rudder meant I came off the rocks with a rudder to steer with, rather than the entire rudder being torn away and/or bent, as some might well have been.   The propeller (a Brunton’s Autoprop) was fine and had, as usual, performed well and the hull was totally undamaged, as I’d thought.  Some small sections on the base of the lead keel were slightly dented – but nothing major.   “Nereida” is now on the hard in San Carlos - the Mexicans excel at this kind of repair.
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To Bahia de los Angeles, Sea of Cortez

Friday 28th August 2015

Wednesday, I enjoyed the cool breezes of Bahia Quemado, just E of Bahia de los Angeles where I anchored this afternoon

I'd motored, in v. little wind, N from Cala Puertocito del Enmedio.. The only drawback to the place, apart from the chart being totally misleading on the approach, was the bees that came looking for fresh water - and found my mug of tea!

On the way to Quemado, I stopped to explore a couple of anchorages - one off Punta Alacrans and another W of Isla Pescador.... both quite different. Alacrans was disappointingly lacking in much sea life on its bare rocks... There were many sting rays in the sand of the seabed and plenty of bullseye puffers but little else and the white sandy beach by Isla Pescador only interesting for the palapas of a luxury resort, now abandoned after hurricane Odile last year, which caused damage as yet unrepaired...

I spent a time yesterday working on getting my dinghy and outboard working. The dinghy floor had deflated after I'd tried to pump it up and so needed quite a time to bring it up to pressure, and the outboard kept refusing to start - but eventually did so and I triumphantly went on a tour of the bay and nearby rocks... Lowering and raising the motor using my handybilly worked fine, although it took a time tying the dinghy alongside 'Nereida' each time.

Before leaving Bahia Quemado, Eric ('Scoots') came on board and got my GoPro camera working and also, while it was charging up, made up the aerial for a little receiver I have to download satellite weather pictures in real time - a useful tool, especially in hurricane season!

More exploring - on the way here today, I went in to Port San Juan - a 'hurricane hole and I also explored the area S of the sand bar to the N of this anchorage - but aborted quickly when I found the depths suddenly getting down to 9-11 feet (Nereida's draught is just under 7 feet!).

As soon as I'd anchored, 'Linger Longer' came on the radio to tell me that a whale shark was close by - I spotted the rounded dorsal fin twice - but got no more sighting of it... They said they'd seen three of these large but harmless basking sharks in the area! Videos shown this evening confirmed their sightings - they're BIG!!

The day ended with a good sociable evening on board 'Scoots' - 'Summer' and 'Azul' joining in for what was, for me, a farewell ... Tomorrow, I'll be making for Santa Rosalia on my way to San Carlos and a visit back to the U.K. in early September.
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25 Aug - Good snorkelling as storm brews behind mountains

Tuesday 25th August 2015

This morning I twice heard two short barks followed by a short howl - a coyote? The steep wild mountainsides around this cove are full of all sizes of caves - perfect for wildlife and no wonder I saw a bat last night.

I decided it was time for some house- and boat-work, one urgent job involving the log impellor which had stopped working. I'd been meaning to clean it for a time, and it has clearly been under-reading, but now it was telling me nothing but sea temperature. I protected the bilge area around it with paper towels and old cloths, blocking off the limber hole - I like to stop as much seawater as possible from getting down further into the main bilge - and then pulled out the impellor, blocking up the hole quickly with the blank. That clearly needed more grease around it because a small trickle of seawater refused to stop No worries - I just had to work quickly. It was no wonder the impellor had stopped turning - it had several wormy things together with lots of calcareous tube-like deposits (their 'homes'?) and even the tiniest of shells was beginning to grow in there. It proved impossible to clean in situ so I had to remove the impellor from its housing - nice to be both the chef and bosun - a galley chopping board was useful when banging out the pin!

By 2pm, it was replaced and the area seen to be bone dry - no leaks... so the floor was replaced... job done. Time for a snorkel session on the rocks on the W side of the cove. I saw dark grey clouds and heard frequent rumbling of thunder but we were right on the edge of it. Any rain and worse weather was heading W and keeping out of sight, behind the mountains backing the cove (the Sierras Agua de Soda!!) - out to sea the sky was blue.

Plenty of fish, with several large shoals. Sting rays in the sand on the way. A good-sized vivid all-orange long slim fish - unmissable among the duller fish - a first for me! No Cortez damsels but several large yellow/black/silver banded damsels - seen often before but I've no idea what they're called. The seabed below the rock face was a jumble of large boulders - a wonderful hiding ground for these fish - no wonder they were so varied and plentiful.

I snorkelled eastward out from land to see how far the rocky bottom extended - quite a way...! So then I checked on my anchor - it was safely in nice sand, so no worries there. I continued on towards the E side of the cove - the sandy bottom continued most of the way to an exposed ridge of high, tooth-lke rocks inshore from a small sandy beach and on towards the S shore also, where the sandy seabed was quite steep-to. Clearly, there is quite a large area of safe sandy anchorage at around 20ft/7m well inside the cove - you just have to know it's there, in from the rocks further offshore.

Beautiful starry night ... Bright moon reflected in calm water and lighting up rock faces.. Rays swimming nearby, occasionally jumping... Who would want to be anywhere else??