Posted by: Mar Azul Adventures | May 20, 2013

The Reality Behind the Fantasy

N 16° 21.61′   W 86° 26.34′

Roatán, Honduras

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We have been here over three weeks now.  (For Steve –  we arrived in Roatán the morning of 4/26!)  After much debate, we decided that our next stop will be Puerto Morales, Mexico which will be a two-day passage.  Last week we passed up a brief weather window with mostly 3 – 4 foot seas thinking we could find something better. Now it looks like we are going to be here for at least another week or two with no calming in sight.  More tropical-looking weather continues to show up on the long-range weather models which makes planning a little more exciting.

Bob made another dive trip, this time exploring the popular “Mary’s Place”.  He spends most days working on an improved battery management system for the lithium house bank.  It is quite the project and we’ll have to get him to post a report at some point.  I love being able to get off the boat so frequently, taking long walks with the dogs and swimming at the beautiful beach.  There are social opportunities just about every evening, which is quite a change from our many months at anchor where we spent most of the time with no one other than ourselves to talk to.   Sometimes I can’t pull Bob away at the end of the night he is having so much fun.   The marina has organized special events such as Pizza Night with a fabulous thick crust dish prepared by the restaurant and a pot luck dinner hosted by locals who provided fresh grilled tuna.  Many of the women get together for early am yoga sessions.  I should broaden my horizons and take advantage of that, but my brief exposure to the practice in the past has not inspired a routine.

Fantasy Island is our little cocoon, surrounded by the sea, appealing grounds, the comfortable resort, fellow cruisers and a handful of vacationers. In our current location we have less direct day-to-day interaction with the local towns than in some of our past destinations.  We have been to Coxen Hole, the island’s largest town on a couple of occasions.  We go French Harbor, the closest small town at least weekly to provision. We’ve talked with local shopkeepers & workers, heard the perceptions of taxi drivers and ex-patriots who reside on the island. Learning about what life is like for the average person has been a gradual process and an assortment of observations, conversations and internet research.  Looking behind the exquisite beauty, there is a very bleak side of life here.

As I’ve mentioned before, crime was a big concern for me in stopping in Honduras. At one point I had thought maybe we should skip even Roatán but that would have required an unappealing 4 to 5 day passage.  International news has plentiful stories about the country’s menacing ranking as the “murder capital of the world”. The State Department Travel Warning for Honduras is stern, noting that  Honduras is one of the poorest countries in Latin America, with more than half of the population living in poverty (however that may be defined).  It also comments on the significant murder rate while informing that additional policing has been put into place in Roatán to protect the tourist interests here.  The next paragraph notes: “A majority of serious crimes are never solved; of the 24 murders committed against U.S. citizens since January 2010, police have closed none . . .  The Government of Honduras lacks sufficient resources to properly investigate and prosecute cases, and to deter violent crime.” In 2012, the Peace Corps pulled out all of its volunteers from the country, citing safety reasons.  Some Roatanians feel that they were better off in the days before the ferry service, and blame the influx from the mainland for the island’s increasing crime.

The available cruising safety reports (CSI, Noonsite) are not glowing either, with a recommendation to avoid the mainland and exercise caution in the anchorages of the Bay Islands, which includes Roatán, where a recent trend toward violent crime has been observed. In a poor country cruising boaters really stand out, no matter how modest the vessel, and we look very wealthy compared to the masses.  It is very different than being in, say, the Bahamas, where there are frequent mega-yacht sightings.  On the positive side, we are meeting boaters who have cruised Honduran waters without incident.  Bob says I worry too much but I think an extra dose of caution seems well justified. We met a couple from abroad who have lived in Roatán for 7 years and personally knew 6 people who were murdered on the island during that time.  That sounds like a huge number for such a small island.  In comparison, I can think of one individual I personally knew back home who was murdered in a brutal domestic violence assault.

The island has been on an accelerated track of change over recent years. Once a British territory, the island’s people have a different heritage than mainland Hondurans, with English-speaking Afro-Caribbean and Garifuna roots.   The population has increased five fold since the early 1990′s to about 65,000 presently, with significant migration from the Honduras mainland and some from foreign countries including the US. Before 1990 there were no paved roads and most people fished and farmed for subsistence. Tourism developed, funded mostly by foreigners, technology became more important and life transitioned to a wage economy. Cruise ships visit (as many as 50 per month in the winter and as few as  4 per month in the summer) and diving-oriented resorts have multiplied thanks to the area’s phenomenal reefs. With most of the large successful tourist businesses owned by outsiders, locals are in the position of taking lower level jobs. During the slow summer season, many workers are unemployed or have a significant drop in their earning. A typical daily wage is around $18 a day.

The island’s infrastructure has not caught up with current standards and electricity, running water, a safe drinking water supply and sewage treatment are problematic. (We rely on our watermaker for drinking as the dockside water is not potable and stick to canned beverages when dining out.)  Healthcare services are limited and the hospital and medical clinics are reportedly often without basic medications. According to one clinic, 50% of the children’s health problems are related to worms and children routinely suffer and even die from preventable diseases.  The HIV rate is high, about 220 times that of the US.  I was reminded that cases of malaria have been reported here. (We travel with malaria meds aboard and have not had a problem with mosquitos so far – only a few no-see-ums at times.)  For serious medical issues, patients are referred to the hospitals in San Pedro Sula or Tegucigalpa on the mainland, about an hour’s flight away, and not really accessible to the masses.  It’s not a pretty picture.

Learning about education here brought more surprises.  While education through grade 6 is “mandatory” in Honduras, only 25% of Roatán’s children attend school, and only 50% of those enrolled finish the 6th grade. Very few students continue to middle and secondary schools. Schools sometimes lack intact roofs, functioning toilets & toilet paper and have limited  books and supplies, often not enough desks and chairs. The Honduran government allots funds to education and it is mostly appropriated for salaries.  Local communities have to provide the rest. Teacher qualifications do not  require a university degree. In fact, with a 6th grade education, one can qualify to teach primary school. National teachers unions are said to have a stronghold throughout the country and frequent strikes reduce school days per year.  The government reportedly does not always meet its payroll obligations, providing more reason to strike.    According to an insightful community study,  local school supervisors do not have much authority in day-to-day operations and it is nearly impossible to replace poorly performing teachers.  Over 50% of students on Roatán speak English as their primary language, but Spanish is the primary language of the schools.  Nearly all of the island’s teachers come from the mainland, speaking little or no English.  The vaguely defined literacy rate for the general population  is estimated to be somewhere around 50%.

So many of the places we have visited have serious social issues. We saw great poverty in Colombia & Panama, the Dominican Republic and in some of the the Eastern Caribbean islands as well.  We have our share of issues back home too.  The difference here is that the people have way fewer resources available, less overall wealth and no ties to a stronger “mother country” for aid.  The Honduran government is in turmoil, struggling with finances, corruption and political problems and unable to follow through in administering national programs.  Local officials seem sincere but complain that their hands are tied in making great strides.   They bemoan the sense of complacency and a lack of leadership depth within the community ranks to step up and support change.  Improving education seems to be a key to resolving the island’s long-term problems.

Well that was sobering.  I’m adding a new project this week, to learn more about efforts being made to improve the situation on Roatán and see if there are ways for visitors to make a contribution.

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One of the main streets in Coxen Hole, Roatan’s capital

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One evening we attended a performance of Garifuna dancers, in a tribute to the island’s heritage. The Garifuna are an Afro-Caribbean people who were exiled to Roatan from St. Vincent by the British in 1797. The music and dancing were rhythmic, not particularly melodic and accompanied by drums and chanting, in the Garifuna language, we presume. The performers were very enthusiastic, and got the audience involved in dancing at the finale.

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We made a dash around the island one day in search of a few additional electronic components for Bob’s latest project. Potentiometers? Good luck with that! Parts & pieces mounted to an inverted planter dish from Ace Hardware that serves as an electronics board. Looks interesting so far . . . Has kept the Captain engrossed for many hours.

We march to the beat of our own drum here on the Mar Azul, but this picture is to prove that at least one of us has donned the cruiser-expected mask and fins and ventured under the surface of the sea. Picture courtesy of Charlie on S/V Kamaloha.

Posted by: Mar Azul Adventures | May 11, 2013

Honduran Fantasy

N 16° 21.61′   W 86° 26.34′

Roatán, Honduras

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The past two weeks have flown by. We are docked at Fantasy Island which has been a wonderful change of pace after many weeks  (19 to be exact, not including 2 days at Turtle Cay) at anchor. The marina is part of a locally owned all-inclusive resort that caters to divers. It is a comfortable spot, well sheltered by a large reef, with the only access to the mainland via a small private bridge. The property is magnificent, feels safe and secure, and is a comfortable place to get a glimpse of life in Roatán.  Our cozy nest here is very divergent from what one might expect, given the news articles that surface if you do a quick search on Honduras filled with ugly crime statistics and horrific pictures.  Roatán, part of the outlying Bay Islands, has a better reputation than the mainland which is critical with the island’s focus on tourism, cruise ships & international visitors.

The entire crew is enchanted with our current setting.  I am happy to have easy access to the beautiful grounds ashore and appreciate being able to jump off the boat whenever I wish with no hassles. I think Bob is especially enjoying the frequent social opportunities hosted by marina managers Jerry & Annie. The dogs are overjoyed with multiple daily walks through the property that is also home to monkeys, peacocks, ducks, geese, chickens, iguanas, and their favorite – the watusa, a rodent type animal that looks sort of like a groundhog and scurries around, inviting a chase. The sandy beach just a few steps away is within the protection of the reef and I am indulging in this tranquil place to swim.  Likewise, spectacular diving, for which the island is well-known, can be accessed from the beach or via boat and Bob is taking advantage of this opportunity.

We were treated to a visit from our friend Doug last week, who now holds the Mar Azul’s “frequent visitor” record, with a little assistance from his pilot travel perks.  He and brother Glen caught up with us when we were in the Dominican Republic and St. Martin and we almost managed visits in Aruba and Cartagena.  It’s tough to coordinate schedules to rendezvous with a cruising boat. While Doug was here the guys undertook a couple of dive trips.  We also rented a car and got to see much of the 28-mile long,  1 -2 mile wide island, including West End, the tourist zone, and Coxen Hole, the largest residential and commercial area.  We had a couple of really fun days complemented by perfect weather that went by in a flash.

Many cruising boats pass through the French Cay Harbour area and the anchorage has had from 4 to as many as 10 boats at a time. We got to see Deb & Chuck on Neytiri, whom we had met in Santa Marta, and they were docked next to us for a couple of days. Most of the boaters we meet are headed for Guatamala’s Rio Dulce, considered a safe base for the hurricane season. Sounds like there is going to be quite the crowd there once everyone has arrived. With the first-hand descriptions we heard from repeat Rio Dulce visitors, we are still pretty sure that is not something we want to do at this point in time. We also spotted the first trawler boat in many months and met the family aboard M/V Doubloon, bound for New Orleans.

The wind and seas have picked up over the last couple of days. The surf is ferociously pounding on the reef, but we are tied up securely with just an occasional small motion at the dock. We are starting to look for travel opportunities and it will be at least a week, maybe longer. Bob just took a look at the long-range forecast which shows the threat of an early tropical storm developing in this area in two weeks. Sure hope that does not materialize, but it’s a reminder that we need to keep moving.  People still look at us cross-eyed when we say we are going to Florida for hurricane season.  Good point . . .   There are options, even here, with a couple of mangrove bays that could be used for storm shelter if needed.  We’ll be glad to get across the Gulf and settled in a well-built marina for the season, when we don’t have to worry about storms cropping up while we are traveling in unfamiliar places.

We have changed our itinerary and are planning to skip Belize and head directly to Mexico. It will cut some distance from the overall trip and eliminate a higher cost stop. Belize customs & pet fees, which are not extremely well-defined, have the potential to be on the high side, especially for a short stay. Maybe we’ll get back to Belize another time when we can visit longer.

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Mar Azul docked near the Dive facility at Fantasy Island. On a busy day, all the dive boats make multiple runs to the nearby sites.

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Some of the many critters roaming the property

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The most glorious of the bird species on the grounds is happy to display his plumage

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Fortunately the dogs have not noticed the monkeys hanging from the trees. The monkeys have been more astute.

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Afternoon feeding time, with fruit scraps from the buffet’s salad bar, brings out some monster-size iguanas

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The dogs are captivated by the watusas which are also the most plentiful of the animals on the island

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Doug & Bob in Half Moon Bay, West End, a picturesque tourist hub on the island

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While in West End we got to meet Karl Stanley of Roatan Institute of Deepsea Exploration and see his submarine that goes on underwater tours up to 2000 feet below the sea. Bob would love to do the trip, although it is priced out of the budget at the moment. No way claustrophobic Elaine is getting in this tiny vessel, which holds two adults plus the Captain, and plunging to those depths. I will have to be satisfied with the photo tour from their website: http://www.stanleysubmarines.com/

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Return from a dinghy dive with boat neighbor Charlie. The guys gave the local sites rave reviews – a shipwreck & submerged DC-3 were along a nearby wall. As marina guests we get a nice discount with resort’s friendly Dive Shop and it was incredibly reasonable compared to Bob’s most recent dive experience in Bonaire.

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After a lengthy road trip we finally found Temporary Cal’s Cantina, high on the hill, only a couple of miles from Fantasy Island. The #1 rated TripAdvisor restaurant lived up to its reputation.

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Menu of the day featured all sorts of delicious and artfully presented fare. Best part was the low prices. 1 lempira (the local currency) = 5 cents, so the tuna dinner entrée was 12.50 US, burger plate $7, etc.

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Main beach at Fantasy Island. Right now the resort is winding down for the slower summer season and pleasantly uncrowded. The hotel will close in the off-season this year for a make-over.

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Gonna keep an eye on this possible weather for 5/25 that just showed up on the long-range forecast and hope it is an aberration

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Mar Azul, French Cay Harbor anchorage in the distance. Waiting for weather again!

Posted by: Mar Azul Adventures | April 28, 2013

The Longest Passage

N 16° 21.61′   W 86° 26.34′

Roatán, Honduras

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It took a month in San Andrés to find weather that suited us for our next passage. Sometimes Bob & I have different opinions on acceptable conditions for a short day trip, but for long passages we are definitely in sync. We want a forecast with as close to no wind and flat seas as possible.  Our time along the Colombian coast, where we sometimes had huge deviations from the expected, drilled home the point that we should plan a comfortable margin for error, especially on a multi-day journey.   A forecast of three to four-foot seas with 7 – 15 knot winds was about the best we were going to get on this leg without waiting a really long time, it seemed. We decided to skip a stop in Providencia and take the 3-day window to complete the long passage to Roatán, Honduras. We were feeling the urge to get this 420 miles behind us, and not anxious to spend another month or longer waiting in remote Providencia for the next opportunity.

The couple of pre-departure days were hectic. Why is that, since we knew when we got there that we were going to leave at some point?? Bob in his new extreme laid-back fashion left all of his chores until the last two days. He discovered a bad water pump on the port engine during his maintenance check. Good catch though, and with the replacement part aboard he got that repair done in a few hours and avoided having to deal with that problem at sea. A few last-minute provisions, passage meal prep, bottom scraping, scrubbing the anchor chain to get rid of a months worth of sea grass accumulation and a couple of hours getting checked out of Colombia and we were good to go.

Besides being our longest trip to date and facing the seas of the often rough Western Caribbean, this route held the challenge of traversing known drug-running territory with no friendly cruising ports along the way.  There were a couple of possible reef anchorage stops along the Nicaraguan/Honduras shoals, but we had ruled those out thinking it best to keep moving with a decent weather forecast. I wasn’t eager to linger in that area in any case.

It turned out to be a fine and almost boring passage. Day One we got started at 6 am, exited the San Andrés channel and moved offshore finding smoother waters. Other than a couple of tiny fishing boats at the edge of the channel, we saw no boats for the rest of the day, which was a strange feeling.  Maybe there really were submarines and submersibles, the latest in smuggling boats traveling beneath the sea?  At sunset we noticed a weird configuration on the horizon slowly moving back and forth across our path. After taking a couple of photos and enlarging them, we discovered it was a US Coast Guard ship, complete with helicopter on deck, patrolling the area west of Providencia, presumably assisting in stemming drug traffic headed via sea to North America. It was a most impressive vessel, unlike any of the local military boats we have seen in this region. Surely with no other boats out here we expected a radio call if not a boarding, but they were not interested in the Mar Azul. I suppose a trawler moving along at the pace of an energetic power walker didn’t look like much of a threat. From a selfish cruiser perspective, it was SO nice to see the US Coast Guard way out here, far from home, but it does seem a ridiculously huge expense and waste of resources to fund this sort of mission. After that, we saw two distant freighters heading in and out of Costa Rica including a Dole Colombia ship and that was the extent of the notable events for the day.

Day Two was timed to maximize daylight hours as we traversed the Nicaraguan & Honduran banks, an area of shallow seas dotted with reefs, rocks and small cays. There are several different routes through the banks that Bob and I had hashed over.  He is really a “hug the coast” kind of navigator whenever possible. He tends to trust the charts, even with the disclaimers printed all over them that the surveys they are based on are a poor and unreliable product. I think he would have attempted the Mosquito Channel, the most inside route, with any encouragement from me. It cuts the distance, provides a view of the coast and gives more protection from the seas. I was more aligned with the camp who prefer to stay well offshore and away from the whole mess of reputed pirates, drug-runners and reef-strewn waters even if it added a day to the trip. In the end we agreed upon one of several middle routes, staying just west of the Media Luna and Vivorillo Cays. We made a sharp unplanned jog through the Edinborough Channel when the Captain became sorely irritated with my query “are you SURE you really want to go smack between the Cock Rocks and Edinborough reef??” In the end the route worked out fine. We had no unexpected depths, saw absolutely no traffic the whole day, and had periods of calmer water as we motored behind the reefs. The only excitement was on my afternoon watch when I was sure I saw a waterspout forming immediately ahead, ready to drop from a small squall line that was on an intersecting course. Woke the Captain to get his call on whether it was best to turn hard to starboard, stop, or make a U-turn. Lesson learned here was in a true nap-time emergency just make a decision and execute. By the time Bob woke up, got oriented, found his glasses and said “huh?? where?” it was all over and the errant formation had disappeared in the clouds.

Day Three found us turning westward on a mostly downwind run. We shut down one engine for about 8 hours since we needed to slow our pace to avoid getting in to port before sunrise and that saved us a few gallons of fuel, too.  Our speed choices to coordinate our arrival at various waypoints are basically “Slow”, “Slower”, and “Drifting”. We bobbed along, and as in the two prior days, the morning conditions were the calmest and most pleasant. I could almost imagine being able to do this long enough to make an ocean crossing. But then the afternoon wind and seas stiffened a bit and I remembered that we had hand-picked these three days, the best three of the month, to make this trip. On an ocean crossing you mostly have to take what you are given after the first couple of days. No way, that would never work for me. Although I did not feel sick, I could accomplish only the bare minimum tasks: retrieving food from the fridge without letting everything roll out, heating pre-made meals, making coffee & tea, feeding the dogs, filling water jugs, washing a couple of bowls and utensils, cleaning the doggie potty deck, navigating the stairs to get to the bathroom and taking my turns monitoring the helm. Personal hygiene went mostly out the window and I didn’t manage a shower and change of clothes until just prior to arrival. Bob did better than I in that regard. Reading and listening to tapes were the extent of leisure activities and while I wanted to start this blog post under way, I didn’t feel like sitting down at a computer. The amount of energy it takes to keep your body at some sort of equilibrium while under way is hard to describe.

Maybe I’ve read too many crime and piracy reports, but the idea of island and port-hopping through Honduras did not at all appeal to me. Most of the worst crime against cruising boats has occurred near the mainland, where several Honduran cities boast the highest murder rates in the world.  The Bay Islands have a better reputation, but they have had some problems too. The Admiral’s decree was that if we were going to stop in Honduras we would avoid the mainland ports, skip the island of Guanaja, go direct to Roatán and stay in a marina rather than anchoring out. Bob says I am paranoid, but until we get better local knowledge that’s my level of comfort. I’m sure most of the people here are decent and honest but we boaters stick out and are generally perceived as wealthy in contrast to the very poor population.

We arrived as scheduled on Friday morning after 75 hours of travel at Fantasy Island, a charming place that promises to live up to its name and be another highlight on our trek back to Florida.

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Farewell to our San Andres comrades. We would have enjoyed having travel buddies but are all on a different schedule and it is hard to coordinate plans and speeds with another power vessel, much less a sailboat. We felt prepared to tackle this one alone.

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Sunrise 4/23 and we are ready to go!

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Sea conditions weren’t absolutely perfect, but we were pleased that the reality resembled the forecast. Can’t ask for much better than this in this part of the world.

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The only vessel we encountered on this route, a very capable buddy boat if only for a short segment

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Swear I saw a funnel cloud in there . . .

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Our pals did pretty well too, and even learned to share the coveted blue rug

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The only pirates who got aboard were a flock of strange little birds who tried to take over the ship. They were not too bright and couldn’t figure out the nav computer.  Two of them swooped in to check out Lady and quickly met their demise.

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Arrival in Roatan’s French Cay Harbor, Q flag flying, signifying quarantine status until we are officially checked in to the country.

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