March 2001 Los Pelicanos, Panama
There are very poor possibilities of landing dinghies. Most take turns sailing
each other ashore. I hate being dependent on others so I rigged an anchor and
ropes(/cordage) so I can drop anchor 10 metres from shore and pull the boat back
and forth. I tied the moorings to the rocks.
Bruno and Helena also got ashore and I went with them into town and straight to
the internet cafe where I mailed Nat. That girl is really sweet(/something else)
and I'm looking forward to Sunday night. I thought I hadn't got(/received) any
Christmas presents this time around......and then (the spirit of, edit)
Christmas comes after all.
When I returned(/got back) to the anchorage, I had my doubts whether the anchor
would hold. It looked as if I had gotten slightly closer to Mike, the Australian
behind me. So I moved Trojka a little closer to the shore and found a big
fishnet on my anchor. With this it couldn't stay stuck(/in place). I went for a
dive and spotted(/saw) a lobster. I didn't catch it though, my experiences taken
into consideration. The water is very cold compared to the Atlantic Ocean
and(/so) here a suit is necessary.
I sailed round an American boat and had a chat with Bill. He's waiting for his
girlfriend, who following salary(/wage) negotiations wasn't happy and had told
them; To heck with it, I'm going sailing with Bill. Goodbye.
We agreed that Nat and I should drop by one of these days.
I saw a lovely little beach, deserted and hid nicely away. I want to go there
another day with Nat. But it's not easy sailing to shore because of the rocks in
I was up early and had morning coffee with Bruno and Helena. Later I visited
Magnus and Line, the young Swedish couple.
Beacon's transit is postponed until tomorrow so I'll have to wait another day
I was tidying up Trojka and made(/did) some minor repairs and then all of a
sudden Beacon was here. I blew a couple of giant toots with the horn and went
over there in my dinghy when their anchor was set. I knew Stacy and her husband
David would be on board. I hadn't met(/run into) David yet, since he had been
to(/in) Holland working, but I was quite sure who of the three men on board was
David, and I was right. Stacy is incredibly nice (to be around, edit) and so is
We celebrated their transit with champagne and after that we went to a cafe to
get something to eat and drink. To get to the cafe we either have to walk pretty
far or take a bus or taxi (tariff for local driving(/carting) is a dollar). But
Stacy that crazy girl of course just jumped out in front of a pick-up truck, and
soon we were all sitting on the truck body. Stacy and David had to go to the
airport a little later to meet one of their friends, Guy. He's a South African
and will sail with their boat (also). I told Stacy that she should(/could just)
leave her backpack (here) and(/so) he did. (This way we could be sure that they
would return. We like them both tremendously). A lot later they called from the
airport and tld they were going to be late, but they would (however) come. They
are to go back to their own boat in Colon, but now they had decided because of
the - by now - late time in the day to stay overnight on board Beacon.
Guy, my very best Belgian friend's boat
I had asked David, the skipper on board Beacon if he could take my dinghy with
him out to the boat, when he and the others walked home because of the tide and
the dinghies were on the rocky coast. Much later when we returned to the
anchorage, they were all sleeping so no one could sail us out there. Guy and I
swam out to get my dinghy. The fluorescent things in the water looked incredible
(phosphorescence). It looked like the green light was around our bodies and arms
when we were swimming. Guy had never seen that(/it) before ad were completely
fascinated(/impressed) by it (we were also drunk).
Stacy, David and Guy slept on board Beacon and went back to Colon before we woke
up. Nat and I are unbelievable(/incredible) together.