2022/2023 SEASON UTILA, HONDURAS ISLES, 27-30 NOVEMBER 2022

The first part of our stay here fell into a routine, swim first thing, oh to swim in bathwater warm water!! Bliss, after several circuits of Sisu, breakfast followed then catch up on the boat jobs we didn’t have time to do in the Rio. Our afternoons were spent depending on the weather!

Each evening unless it really was too rough, even for me, we would swim around Sisu, after a day or so we saw that we had guests, three Remora fish had firmly attached themselves to our hull, waiting for perishable food, fruit and veg scraps to be dropped in, whereupon they would detach the suckerlike disk on their heads and devour the scraps.

There were only 3 to 4 boats in the bay so on the first morning we upped anchor and moved to a spot where shelter could be had from the buildings lining the small bay.

Here in the clean waters of the bay we could run our watermaker. Terry always maintains our gear, each and even after two years of not running it, the watermaker, built by Terry, fired up and after an hour or so we had a tank of fresh drinking water, success!

We were low on fresh supplies. Unlike Guatemala who grow abundant veg and fruit, Utila has it’s fruit, veg and everything else brought in by ferry. Fresh fruit and veg arrive twice weekly, Tuesdays and Fridays. The “Utila Dream” Ferry, a large catamaran travels between Utila and La Ceiba, Roatan in both directions twice a day in less than an hour. It even has a freezer for perishables, acting as both a passenger and freight ferry.

We tied up our dinghy at Trudy’s a dive school and, as luck would have it, a bar. Provided we had a beer or a meal then we could leave our dinghy safely at their dock, it was no hardship with pay our dinghy fee with a beer!

Utila is known for being the Whale Shark capitol of the Caribbean. We went on a whale shark trip in 2019, never saw one! It’s the smallest of the Honduras major Bay Islands, marking the south end of the Mesoamerican Barrier Reef System, the second largest in the world. Technically it’s two islands as Utila is split in two by a canal. It’s only 17 sq miles, highest elavation 243ft, with a population of approx 5,000. The people of Utila are of African (Garifuna), English and Dutch descent. English is widely spoken with the Garifuna holding on to their own cultural identity and language. They have even gone to the World Court to ensure they can keep their culture from when they were British Islnds. Utilla is extremely popular with young backpackers, with more than 80 dive sites around the island. Certainly from our cockpit each evening we could see the multi coloured lights from the many bars and hear party music! Although one evening in the cockpit, we were treated to the most incredible Garifuna drumming and singing for almost two hours, wish we had been ashore to see it!

On Monday, looking at the forecast on our Iridium, a weather front would be passing through for a few days, the forecast proved accurate. By 4pm, the wind and rain were too strong to head into Trudy’s for an evening meal, we definitely didn’t want to be ashore if Sisu dragged! Last year we fitted a wind speed indicator, prior to this we have never accurately known our wind speed, not a bad thing actually, at times it’s best we never knew! We were so unused to having this new bit of gear that we forgot to measure the wind speed that night!

Fortunately next day the winds had calmed and we went into town to get some cash. It’s a common problem for ATM’s not to work here, fortunately we had a reasonable supply, but extra is always useful. A cheerful security guard at the local bank informed us the ATM would work tomorrow. Of course it took several tomorrow’s for the ATM to work!

One place we really wanted to revisit was The Jade Seahorse Garden. Owned and built by Neil Keller, an artist from Los Angeles. He has spent over twenty years creating this psychedelic world in his back garden.

His designs utilise everything in the garden, be it man made or natural.

With plates, bottles, broken pottery, bits of tiles, glass, ornaments, conch and other shells, you name it, it’s here, eclectic shapes, arches, pathways, christmas tree type constructions, bridges and platforms provide elevation, albeit in a wonky fashion, to view the 6 cabins, each one unique and his world below. It’s not only humans who can stay here, spiders, huge Silk Golden Orb banana spiders inhabit this Gaudiesque place.

The spiders are harmless, and I don’t mind spiders on the whole, however we took care as their webs would be spun across pathways, their presence caught by the silken webs glinting in the bright sunlight, we would then seek an alternative path!!

One visit is not enough, Neil is a fascinating character, true to himself, at times provocative, teasing people for their reaction, and perhaps their level of world knowledge, Neil is an exceptionally well read man. This is his world, if you don’t like it, that’s cool, no one’s forcing you to stay! We love his world and will hopfully pay Neil a call before we leave Utila.

During our time here we’ll work through some of the jobs we didn’t get time to do whilst at Ram Marina. There are always boat jobs! Terry overhauled our engine compartment cooling fan that he fitted into a locker above the engine. Next up was the windlass hand held controller connection, another case of taking it apart, rewiring and improving how it fits into the anchor locker. The elements are so hard on everything here, corrosion is a constant problem.

This week’s weather front is still passing through, on the 30th November we set the anchor alarm on the ipad just in case. 9Pm is known as the cruisers midnight, we start so early in the mornings that by 9pm we really are in bed most of the time! At 9.30pm the alarm shrieked at us. What a shock! As we never know how serious the situation is we shot into action, still semi conscious! Fortunately, Terry had set the alarm parameters tight and the anchor hadn’t dragged, the chain had moved enough to set the alarm off. The last night of November passed with the wind blowing a right hoolie and rain beating down on the hatches.

2022/2023 SEASON GUATEMALA – UTILA 24-26 NOVEMBER 2022

Time was ticking, we had two days to leave Guatemala. Sisu was as prepped as far as we could. Safety was our priority, the “prettying up” jobs could wait till we sailed to Utila in Honduras.

On the 24th November we made our way down to Cayo Quemado, a popular mid way stop over before leaving the Rio for clearing in or out or indeed to the open sea. The 24t November is an important date for Americans, Thanksgiving and Mikes Bar in the little hidey hole of Cayo Quemado was in full swing, we reluctantly had to decline the calls of “Hi, come on over!!!” from the bar, our dinghy was stowed away, rather like mariners of bygone times tying themselves to their mast in a bid to save themselves from the mermaids siren calls, we kept our dinghy firmly tied up and resisted, promising that we would certainly make up for it on our return next year!

The forecast was for light winds all the way, 6 to 10 knots. That’ll do us. We motored along the Rio, with its steep rock walls draped with vegetation, flocks of pelicans and egrets flew past us, locals fished in their canoes at the deepest parts of the river, some 90 ft deep, and of course, always ready for a smile and a wave. The entrance to the sea looked calm and benign, a good start! We motored down the coastline in bright sunshine, made a brew and settled in.

As the sun set, we put on our lifejackets and clipped on. The winds increased to 19-22 knots, right on the nose. A right pain in the arse. We made a rookie error to be honest, at the point where we thought “should we put the mainsail up?” We should have. Sisu hobby horsed, and rolled from side to side all night, not impressed with having to plough into headwinds. We motored further out from the coastline of Honduras to escape the short choppy sea state. A cruise ship, a brightly lit block of apartments motored past us together with several cargo ships drifting, a common practice whilst they waited for permission to enter ports.

As dawn broke, (and nearly our spirits with it…) we put up the mainsail for stability, neither of us had slept, though I had managed to grab an hour or so in the cockpit, somehow still holding onto the edge of the seat to prevent rolling off into the cockpit! I was thankful I’d put on a seasick patch, no signs of nausea whatsoever. The sun finally came up from what, in these situations, seemed an endless bloody night. We were at no time in danger, it was simply uncomfortable and it was our fault. Two years of no sailing makes you rusty. At 0940hrs we entered the bay of Utila, dropped anchor, sleep had to wait, we hoisted our dinghy over the side, lowered the outboard onto it, quick tidy up, and into town with our passports, paperwork not forgetting the Golden Ticket Zarpe to check in at Immigration and the Port Captains offices.

Checking in was pleasant and simple, it’s not always. The Immigation officer spoke good English, took our fingerprints, checked our passports and Zarpe. We paid our Lempiras300 £16.66 and then onto the Port Captains office. Same procedure, paid our L200, we were cleared in and free to explore!

After an excellent lunch, plus celebratory beers at La Casita a local cafe we had a quick wander through town, bought a SIM card, 15 days, 25gb data only for L270 inc card £8.88, dinghied back to Sisu, tidied up and snorkeled on the anchor, the holding here is seagrass and sand, not always good in high winds.

At our last visit here in 2019, a passing weather front of very high winds caused some boats to drag their anchors. Terry was worn out so slept the rest of the afternoon. A brief squall passed through at teatime, our anchor held, after a beer and crisps we fell into our beds and slept!!

2022/2023 SEASON ISLE OF MAN – GUATEMALA 14-23 NOVEMBER 2022

Terry and I were determined not to repeat our previous sailing season, or rather non sailing season due to the after effects of covid restrictions and the Guatemalan SAT (tax) office simply unable to comprehend or have any rules (civil servants love rules & tick boxes) in place to allow us and many cruisers to leave the country. After months of prevarication, in early October we contacted Raul, the agent who acts between the Government and cruisers regarding clearing in and checking out of Guatemala. Raul advised us that yes, we could leave, however…. we had to be gone by 25th October! Terry was still recuperating from his knee replacement in August and unable to fly, and…it was still hurricane season! We responded accordingly and he replied that he would see what he could do. In the end the SAT office allowed us a bit more time, we had to leave Guatemala by the 25th November Crikey, well, there’s nothing like a deadline, but we had permission to leave, that’ll do! Normally getting Sisu ready takes about two weeks if all goes well, sails on, clean up, check over gear, launch etc and time for beer o’clock with cruising friends. Something had to give, damn it, the beer o’clock would have to go, we couldn’t shave time off anything else.

We had one evening catching up with close friends and the 11 hour days were a focussed blur, and reluctantly curtailing day time chats with friends. There’d be time for that when we meet up down the line.

We rewarded ourselves with a couple of beers in the evenings of course, we’re not that hard on ourselves!

We decided to take a collectivo lancha from Frontera to Livingston on the 23rd November. This way we could get our – literally – sweaty hands on what had become the Holy Grail, the Zarpe and relevant stamps in our passports, with a couple of days grace. We advised Raul we would be in his office that day.

The lancha was an adventure in itself! To begin with the roomy lancha had just us, and a Dutch couple. It sped across the Rio to the main Lancha station and a whole bunch of Guatemalans piled in, chattering and laughing, passing young children across the seats, squashing bags under feet and squeezing in like the liveliest sardines you’d ever find in a tin! With a fire up of the outboard and twist of the throttle we roared down the river, the thrill of a Disney water ride without the queue & candyfloss!

Terry & I knew the weather was changeable, the bow of the lancha was pitched upwards towards the rapidly gathering dark grey rain clouds. Within minutes, rain began to spatter down upon us all, the speeding lancha increased the speed of the rain drops, from behind us the driver brought out several thick black plastic sheets. What on earth??? Ah, the Guatemalans with their customary nonchalance passed the sheets forward, one sheet per row of people, then with a lot of giggling they unfolded their sheets and like an army on the ground preparing to defend themselves from arrows fired from castle ramparts, we effectively formed a plastic sheeting “shield” against the rain. Small children mischievously peeped between the gaps, enjoying being blasted by the torrential rain, ducking down when thoroughly soaked. We hurtled through the downpour under the sheets, casting amused glances as we caught one another’s eyes. Honestly, can you imagine this at home? Outcry! Health and safety! Outrage! We paid for our tickets, we didn’t pay to rough it!!! Make a fuss, bleat all over social media at the shocking way we had to travel!!! Here in Guatemala, it was just another lancha trip, so we got a bit damp, we had a right laugh, and when the sun came out, as it did, we tucked our sheeting across our laps with a grin at one another of an experience shared and dried out in minutes. Huge fun.

We arrived at Raul’s office, where a young girl greeted us. “Ah, Sisu!” This was very reassuring! “ I have your papers here, I just need your passports please, I shall take them to Immigration & Customs, can you please return in 45 minutes and everything will be ready for you”. Well, this was wonderful, no nervous twisting of hands worrying that we might yet again be refused? We left the office and walked in to Livingston town situated where the Rio Dulce meets the Caribbean Sea. We had never had the time to explore before.

The local people are a mix of Garifuna – descendents from the Arawak indians and former Africa slaves brought to the Americas, Afro Caribbean, Maya and Latino. We were fortunate to catch a Garifuna food market in full swing and colour, fabulous food and a party atmosphere all along the middle of the street!

After a traditional Guatemalan lunch , we sat at a coffee stop on the street, whilst sat people watching a young Garifuna boy and his mother were passing by. The young lad had a bag of red soft spiked ramutan fruits. He saw us, leant into his mother, who bent down and he whispered in her ear. She nodded. The lad came over to us rather shyly. He had his bag of fruit, he dipped into it, pulled out two rambutans and offered them to us. We asked “for us?” He nodded smiling. We took them and grinned back at us. He then scampered back to his mother, they both smiled and waved us so long. This, for us summed up Livingston. We’d heard many stories about how unsafe it is, there are probably areas where we wouldn’t go at night, that can be said of many towns, we found Livingston to be vibrant and friendly. We wandered back to the office, paid our Q10,760 (£1,116), part of this cost were penalties which were unavoidable, e.g. our physically being out of Guatemala longer than we planned to, owing to Covid. The Government were pretty fair, there just weren’t the rules in place to deal with a world wide virus, Guatemala was no different to any other Government at that time. Q2,400 Penalty for Sisu to the SAT (tax) office, Q1,600 Penalty for Sisu to the Port Captain, Q600 fees to check out, Q160 fees to Immigration for two persons. We were relieved that we could now re-enter Guatemala to lay Sisu up at the end of our sailing season, and return at any time to this stunning country at any time in the future. In balance too, we hadn’t paid anything for last season, no checking out or in fees anywhere, as we never left Guatemala. Even our beer costs weren’t that bad last season!!

Our return lancha trip was thankfully dry, the fees were paid, we could leave, that called for a beer with friends!!