TEXAN BAY, RIO DULCE & JOURNEY TO PLACENCIA, BELIZE
19 – 22 DECEMBER 2019
The weather continued wet and drizzly. But the time had come, the tide had reached it’s optimum height for us to get across the sand bar. This would take two stages, a 10 mile motor down to Texan Bay where we would anchor overnight. We motored over nets set deep in the Rio’s waters. Along the river were traditional palm topped huts and expensive, modern styled, glass fronted dwellings. In the distance, the mist rose off the mountains and jungle expanses. We really love this part of the journey, it didn’t matter we were wet from the drizzle, and the weather gave us a new perspective of the Lake. A couple of hours later, we were once more in the familiar sheltered small Texan Bay. There was only two other boats in the bay, so we could pick our place. In the corner stood Texan Mike’s bar. Later that day, Maggie & Al, s/v Sweet Dreams arrived and together in the light drizzle they picked us up in their dinghy, motored the very short distance to Mikes and we had delicious queso (cheese) burgers and chips. For 6 beers, 2 burgers & chips inc a tip Q155, £15.50. Mike was glad to see us again and told us he was recovering from bronchitis. There’s a bug going round the area, as I write this late December from Belize, Terry and I are still recovering!
Maggie & Al were sailing on to Roatan, however an up to date forecast meant they had to delay by a few days, so the following day, they motored back to Ram Marina.
We had arranged with Mike for him to take us in his lancha, a fast open topped skiff, to Livingston. For Q300, £30, we could leave Sisu safely in Texan Bay, travel by lancha, where we would check out and Mike would then take us back.
At 8am, Mike and his gorgeous 4 year old son, arrived alongside Sisu in his lancha. We eased our way through mangrove alleyways, lined with flowering water lilies. Out in the open water of the Rio Dulce, which translates as “Sweet River” he opened her up! The Rio is amazing, filled with pelicans diving, cormorants, gulls, Herons, Egrets, Magnificent Frigates and so many other types of bird, diving and swooping for fish. The sides of the Rio rise steeply, three to four hundred feet, glimpses of the chalky gorge peek behind the walls of greenery and vines dropping into the river. It’s just stunning. The Rio twists and turns, new sights along the way, we were enclosed on both sides by this living wall of jungle and flowers. Pelicans roosted in branches, Herons haughtily stood guard at the river’s edge, waiting for passing fish. The birds know which part of the river is 90 foot deep and has a sea cave, here is where the fish gather, and it was a feeding frenzy! Lanchas would go past us, carrying locals and tourists, everyone waved at each other. We would bounce over the wakes of the lanchas, Mike’s son loved every minute. Mike said he always wants to come with him, so would we!
After a spine jiggling ride, we pulled into a jetty at Livingston. This jetty was a landing area for fishing boats and lanchas carrying crates, tubs and baskets of a variety of fish.
We were surprised at the size. Everyone was good humoured, there was much laughter, ribbing, sizing up catches amongst the activity of fish gutting and processing catches on the concrete tables under the corrugated roofed open fronted buildings alongside the jettys. So many Pelicans, young and mature, swam around in packs, waiting for scraps. Regularly, guys gutting fish would tip tubs of fish bits and water into the midst of the Pelicans. There would be a foray amongst the group. Bills would clash and wings would tangle as they scrabbled to scoop up fish leftovers. Overhead in the harbour area, Frigates would soar and dive into the Pelican groups, scavenging for what was left.
We went into the village of Livingston. It is regarded as not very safe here, but whilst we found the locals a bit more careful before saying Hola, we felt fine. The Servamar office where Raul and his staff are based deal with Immigration and Customs.
The office is above a square built pool of water, where people wash and do their laundry, it’s a communal and busy spot. We were welcomed in, and in a short space of time, we paid our fee, approx £60, received a free mug, and returned to Mike and his son. The weather had closed in. Dense rain was blowing through the River. We waited for it to clear then had a thrilling return trip back to Texan Bay!
That evening we decided to delay going across the bar till the following day, the 21st December. The forecast wasn’t good, and we were still full of the cold. We still had enough tide to cross on the 21st. That evening we lowered our dinghy and rowed to Mikes, for another delicious meal and meet a few of the locals. It’s a great spot, no wonder people arrive and never leave, it’s sheltered, food’s good, Mike is very welcoming and there’s usually something going on, what’s not to like!
21st December 2019. The forecast was 5/10 knots so we would probably be motoring to the Tres Puntas overnight anchorage. It was rain, rain, rain. We pulled up our anchor and motored through the 6 miles of the Rio Dulce gorges once more, the thrill of this journey never ceases. We dropped anchor at 12.30pm in the bay of Livingston at the mouth of the Rio and sat it out till 4.15pm.
At 4.15pm, we set off, Terry watched his chart plotter with our route from last season, I watched the depth. Incredibly, a dolphin rose and took breath, right along side us! I was torn between looking and keeping watch on the depth. I kept my eye on the depth, we never saw another dolphin the entire trip! Our depth dropped rapidly till it zeroed out. We kept motoring, now we were going over the sandbar, there was a slight touch, within a short space of time, which felt like hours, our depth quickly increased, we could breathe again!
Night falls quickly once the sun has set. We had an 11 nautical mile motor to Tres Puntas. We hadn’t been to this anchorage before, but the forecast was fine and we had charts. Dusk came, night fell, and we were motoring in small seas towards our anchorage. As we approached we realised that there was no shelter at the anchorage and the waves were too big for us to stay. As we motored out our engine revs dropped, without us touching the throttle, we looked at each other. The revs died and the engine stopped.
This was not good. We had no sail up, it had been a short distance and the forecast was for very light winds therefore the sails were not out, as we had motored all of the way. Looking back, we were still lousy with our colds, nevertheless we should have had some sail up. It was pitch black, we were on a lee shore, this means the wind is blowing us onto the shore, we had no engine and we were in unfamiliar territory at night. We had three choices, to sail to Belize, but that involved passing through unlit reefs in the dark. Sail to Roatan and try and fix the engine on route, again reefs were a problem. Or sail into a deserted pitch black bay at the base of Trez Puntas where an anchorage was shown in our Pilot book but not on the charts. The Pilot book showed rocks and shallow water either side of the entrance and although it was wide we could not see a thing. We could see specks of light on the shore, but where exactly was the anchorage? Praying that the charts were accurate we sailed very slowly for three miles into the bay and were happy when we had five metres under us to drop the anchor. It was scary, at times like this you just have to bite down fear and focus, especially in the circumstances we were in. Safe at anchor we exhaled, we kissed and hugged each other so hard. This was working as a team, we fall out, we bicker, but in these times, we work together, there is no option. There is, but we don’t consider it. She was rolling but not as heavily as before. Now, to find out what the problem was. Three hours later after totally turning the inside of the boat upside down Terry finally found that a small manual pump in the fuel system had blocked up and was not passing fuel. All the filters were full downstream so it looked as if fuel was available however the pump was totally blocked and creating a vacuum on the system starving the engine of fuel. A by pass was made by using a flexible pipe, the system bled and away she went. We ran the engine for half an hour and high throttle without problems
Dinner at midnight a quick clean up and off to sleep. A lie in until 07:00 in the morning another engine test, sails up and off we headed for Belize. A great wind full sail and 7 to 8 Knots for the next twenty miles reminded us what we love about sailing. Lesson , do not get complacent and always have a plan B & C and never forget Sisu is a sailing boat if in doubt sail.