Sunday, June 19, 2016

Costa Rica By Sea (June 1-12) and By Land (April 10-15)


 
Bahía Culebra / Playa Panamá #2 (June 1-8, 2016)


We closed our last post saying that our next “mission” from Playa Panamá

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Lookin' Out Our Back Door - Playa Panamá!


would be to get clean laundry. And a mission it was:
  • Laundry Day #1: We stuffed a festering mass of laundry into two plastic trash bags, rowed the dinghy to shore and took a taxi to Playas del Coco. At the highway-side lavandería we tried not to flinch when quoted a price of $4 per kilo (x 9 kilos = gasp). Costa Rica is not a bargain cruising destination. After a nice shore lunch, a cajero automático (ATM) and grocery shopping we stowed the groceries in dry bags (Non Sailor Note: Dry bags are heavy-duty vinyl treated canvas bags which when properly closed will keep their contents dry, even if dropped into, say, the ocean or onto the floor of a wet-bottomed dinghy). We taxied back to Playa Panamá and rowed home (yes, sometimes “we” row – as in Molly also rows).
  • LD #2: We repeated the row-to-shore drill and taxi ride and visited the Port Captain (Costa Rica’s first female port captain we are told) to get a national zarpe authorizing us to proceed south to Quepos, Costa Rica. After another nice shore lunch and adding saldo to cell phones we taxied back to Playa Panamá, stopping to ransom the laundry. When we arrived on the beach we were dismayed to see the surf was really rolling. Really. Rolling. At this point we realized that the laundry lady had tied our expensively cleaned items into a bundle with a carrying handle, leaving a non-waterproof opening at the top. Ugh. There was no way the contents of that bundle were going to remain dry during a surf-riding dinghy trip. We squished as many clean items as possible into the two dry bags, but still about half of our stuff remained vulnerable to being soaked. In desperation we asked the guy operating a nearby hotel beach shack if he would keep the non-dry bag items until we could return with emptied dry bags in the morning. Mario not only stowed our stuff in a bag which he marked, with official flourish: Abracadabra – he waded waist deep into the surf and helped us launch. Now that’s service! We arrived aboard Abracadabra just as it started to rain – the crew more dry than not and our current half of the laundry very dry. 
  • LD #3: We rowed to shore, dry-bagged the remainder of our laundry and gratefully tipped Mario who once again helped us launch. Mission accomplished: clean, dry laundry on Abracadabra. A third dry bag is now on our shopping list.

We enjoyed Playa Panamá and recommend it for anyone wanting to check in or out of Costa Rica without anchoring in the crowded and rolling bay in front of Playas del Coco. We can’t help you with the bus system – we relied on the kindness of strangers and taxistas ($20 a trip).

One rainy morning we learned that local knowledge recommends Panamá as well. We woke up to a veritable armada of tour boats anchoring around us. These boats had left the bay at Playas del Coco because heavy rains had caused the river to discharging lots of debris into the Playas del Coco bay (logs, sticks and coconuts mostly) at the same time an offshore storm had created a serious swell event that was stronger in that bay than at Panamá.  We were entertained by the scramble . . . and the next morning the rains had stopped and they were gone. There you have it: a local knowledge recommendation for the anchorage at Playa Panamá as well.

We spent a week there and could have stayed longer . . .


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Though Probably Not As Long As This Boat . . . 


but once our stuff was clean it was time to travel on.


Backtrack: Road Trip Intersection (April 10-15, 2016)


As we have mentioned, we took a road trip in Costa Rica with Bryce’s sister Brenda and our niece Susan in April. Playas del Coco is the first place our sailing route intersected with that land travel route. Here’s a note about the first part of our land travel in Costa Rica

               Nicaragua to Costa Rica:  

We left Abracadabra in the Nicaraguan marina and bussed to Liberia, in northern Costa Rica, from Chinandega, Nicaragua. This trip takes longer than it looks because there is no direct bus or mini-van route between these two locations. Our travel was by mini-vans from Chinandega to León and from León to Managua. Travel note: We recommend mini-vans over local buses, at least in Nicaragua. They cost more but travelers are guaranteed a seat and may get air-conditioning. From Managua there are nice (though not as nice as Mexican first-class) buses to San José, Costa Rica which will stop at a shopping mall in Liberia to discharge passengers.

A Travel FYI: We were stopped at the Costa Rica border because we didn’t have a return or through bus ticket. We aren’t the first to have this problem apparently because across from the immigration office three bus companies have road-side offices offering vouchers in the amount necessary to travel back to Nicaragua (our vouchers from Tica Bus were for $25 each). The immigration officer accepted our vouchers in lieu of bus tickets and gave us a 90-day travel visa. [We haven't dealt with the through travel / return ticket issue before, even though we’ve heard about it. Perhaps we’ve been lucky... or Costa Rica is stricter. We’ll let you know when we try to travel into the country by air.]

 

               Playas del Coco By Rental Car (April 10-13, 2016): 

On our first night of our Costa Rican land travel adventure we stayed in the Hilton Garden Inn across from the Liberia airport which we recommend as a great place to launch North Americans to or from Costa Rica; it’s just like home. The next day we picked up a rental car. [FYI that great internet price may not include even the required “supplemental liability” coverage (yes, required, but supplemental?). Be ready to triple your rental car expense if you want collision coverage.] We drove to Playas del Coco – our plan was to do some tourist recon to ease our Canadian travel companions’ entry and some cruiser recon to smooth our entry into a new country.

In Cocos we stayed at the Hotel Chantel which is perched over town, offering very nice views but rooms that are a bit motel-ish (bed-side sliding glass doors open onto a shared balcony) and a pool that is more for soaking than swimming. It was our first introduction to the price shock travelers experience when they enter Costa Rica from other Central American countries: prepare for U.S. prices. Staying at Hotel Chantel will be better for travelers with their own transportation - it’s a drive from there to anywhere.

We walked around the beach area and found the places we would later need to visit in order to check Abracadabra into Costa Rica (port captain’s office, immigration office and bus stop for the bus to the aduana office). We decided it looked feasible to check into the country without hiring an agent. We stopped into a very nice grocery store (Auto Mercado) and tried out some good restaurants (don’t miss Citron or La Dolce Vita if you visit there!). Cocos is a nice town for hanging out – but FYI, it’s not a world class resort. It’s a busy little funky beach town.

One afternoon we drove to Marina Papagayo in Bahía Culebra – which we could later see from our anchorage at Playa Panamá – and were given a thorough tour by marina staff. It is a very high-class marina (pool, restaurant, small chandlery) but we decided it wasn’t for us. It is expensive: current transient daily rate $2 a foot; monthly rate $28 a foot plus power; and they require the use of an immigration/customs agent to enter the country, one of which quoted us a fee of over $500. But our primary reason for bypassing the marina wasn’t just the cost. It’s that the marina is miles from anywhere, and we had just spent several weeks at a “miles from anywhere” marina in Nicaragua for way less. We weren’t anxious to repeat the experience at a higher cost. 

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Marina Papagayo

               Flamingo Beach (April 13-15, 2016): 

Our travel companions arrived at the Liberia airport (direct West Jet from Toronto) a few days later and we drove to the Flamingo Beach Resort – which wasn’t our original plan.  We had booked a lovely casita on Airbnb overlooking a nearby beach, but the day before Brenda and Susan were to arrive our Airbnb hosts e-mailed and reported that the casita’s air-conditioner had died. We declined their offer of a discounted stay, thinking that it just wouldn’t do to greet Canadians with 90 degree heat and no air-conditioning. So we took to Hotels.com and found . . . the Flamingo Beach Resort. Which turned out to be just fine.

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Susan At The Beach

Beach. Pool. Swim up bar. Air-conditioned rooms. Perfect. Affordable enough. Whew. [Don’t miss lunch at Coco Loco which is within walking distance of the hotel.]

From Flamingo Beach we took a drive to nearby Bahía Potrero to see whether it would be a good future anchorage . . . and found the Costa Rica Sailing Center. The Sailing Center offers sailing classes, sailboat rentals, paddleboards and all other manner of beach paraphernalia. It looks like a great place to keep teenagers busy during a beach vacation. And the guys that run the center (Jeff and Justin) are super friendly. If you’re interested in a Costa Rica beach adventure consider building some time around the Costa Rica Sailing Center.

Which is a perfect segue back to our Travels on Abracadabra:


 
Mostly One Night Stands (June 8-12, 2016)


               Bahía Potrero (June 8-10)

Almost two months after our initial rental car recon of Bahía Potrero we returned on Abracadabra to inaugurate a new mooring ball set out by the Costa Rica Sailing Center. Our trip from Playa Panamá was a short motoring event; anchor up around 10.00 and on the mooring ball by 14.00.

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Costa Rica Sailing Center

For cruisers the Sailing Center offers a couple of mooring balls with night-time beach security, a friendly beach bar/restaurant, a swimming pool and an outdoor shore shower (perfect for those who get soaked during a dinghy landing – which fortunately didn’t include us!). In time they plan to have water delivery via a spigot at their swim platform. At present, water tanks can be filled by hauling jerry jugs or through arrangement with “the marina” – an odd informal anchorage/mooring field near some piers that are left over from a failed marina project. We decided to make do with home brew (desalinated water à la Abracadabra).

One can also hike or bus to nearby restaurants and grocery stores or the Sailing Center folks will help arrange for a taxi or a rental car. Since we’d seen the area previously, and the rather significant swell that came up at night wasn’t making for a restful visit, we decided not to make this a long-term stay and moved on. But if you stop by, either by land or by sea, tell Jeff and Justin that Abracadabra says hello. Apparently we were their first yatista customers!

               Bahía Tamarindo (June 10-11): 

This short hop including a two-hour period during which there was enough wind to sail (!) and will be remembered as the trip during which the wind indicator mysteriously spontaneously resurrected. At least it began showing wind speeds which seemed more-or-less accurate to us.

The day before this minor miracle Bryce had found a delicate, ten-inch-ish twig lying on the deck. We assumed that once again swallows were trying to nest somewhere . . . possibly at the top of the mast. In retrospect this nesting attempt must have had something to do with the resurrection of the wind speed indicator – and Molly feels even worse about destroying the nest in the jib roller furling.

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Coming In For A Landing, Abracadabra Field!

When we were planning our April road trip, we routed ourselves around Tamarindo after reading that it had a reputation as a party town. Our one night at anchor there listening to dance music being pumped out by various beach bars until all hours confirmed that we had made a good call.

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Tamarindo

               Bahía Sámara (June 11-12): 

This trip began “at first light” because we wanted to reach Sámara before the (fairly regular) afternoon rains began. We were mostly successful. We raised anchor by 05.55. And we motored. We passed turtles and saw lots of floating logs (the rainy season causes lots of rivers to flush debris into the ocean). We watched rain clouds gather and disburse and move. We mused that watching weather patterns cross the land and ocean provides a humbling perspective on one’s place on the planet. We listened to the motor – happy that it was doing its job. We got wet for about an hour around 13.00.

After about eight hours of conscious, focused appreciation of Abracadabra’s rhythmic, heat generating, smelly and now (knock wood) reliable diesel engine . . . we anchored. And an exciting anchorage it is! At Bahía Sámara a calm anchorage can be found tucked between an island and a wicked-looking reef (well, all reefs are wicked looking – it’s just that this one was so close . . . ). The southeastern shoal between the island and mainland breaks the predominant wet-season swell at high-tide. Once we got over being nervous about the reef we had a wonderful swim in the rain, bought a red snapper – filleted – from passing fishermen, ate dinner and slept well.

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The Scary Reef


FYI: We probably would not have attempted this anchorage without the good guidance of the Explore Central America! cruising guide, compiled and written by the crew of S/V Sarana. Advice You Should Pay Attention To: Don’t sail the Central America Pacific coast without this guide.   

Our trip continued after our rest at Sámara - we didn't feel comfortable enough to stay next to the reef for a loooong time. And our sailing trip overlapped our April land journey one more time. But it’s time to stop writing for a moment. So we will. 


Thanks for joining us! More to come.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

The Rich Coast North / Bay By Bay – May 25-June 5, 2016



And now we return to the sailing portion of Travels on Abracadabra!

Nos Vemos, Nicaragua!

Checking out of Nicaragua was as easy as checking in. On the afternoon of May 24 we spent about half an hour with various officials, got some documents stamped and received an international zarpe for Costa Rica. No charge. At 06.25 the next morning we left the dock at Puesta del Sol marina.

 
To the "Rich Coast" 


Like most sailing journeys of any distance our trip to Costa Rica (translation: Rich Coast) contained a little of this and a little of that and a moment of drama:
  • Motoring Along: For the first six hours we motored in flat, calm conditions. We had been warned that “sailing” in Central America during the rainy season would involve a lot of motoring. We felt -- resigned.
  • Standing Watch: Abeam the commercial port of Corinto we saw what for a heart-stopping few moments looked like an overturned lancha – a dark, 20-ish-foot object rising and falling in the water with birds sitting on it. As we got closer we realized it wasn’t the remains of a tragedy, but a huge tree (shades of sailing in the Canadian Gulf Islands)! Apparently the river that enters the Pacific at Corinto can discharge very large obstructions during the rainy season – keep a close watch if you pass that way. 
  • This Is Why We Came!: Shortly after noon the wind came up and we were thrilled to be able to sail for about six hours - at times making over five knots.  It was glorious!  Several times we were surrounded by playful pods of dolphins. The sunset was spectacular. Ah, yes – this was sailing!  
  • And Then: Near sunset the wind died and we motored for several hours watching lightning behind us. It seemed to chase us through the night. For about an hour the wind and swell both picked up and we had an uncomfortable bash into some choppy waves. Around midnight the wind rose and shifted just enough to allow us to sail again. This sail was more or less on course in winds we think were between 12 – 18 knots. [Reminder: the boat’s wind speed indicator is, in technical nautical-speak: kaput.] Who says you have to motor everywhere in Central America! 
  • Ooooh – But We Definitely Didn’t Want This: Our drama moment came around 11.00 on the second morning. The wind had dropped and when we started the motor it didn’t take long to see that sea water was not squirt-squirt-squirting out the back of the boat as it is supposed to do. The raw water alarm set up a piercing screeeeeech. [Non-Sailor Simplified Side Note: The raw water system takes ocean (raw) water through a heat exchanger which cools the engine’s anti-freeze. The raw water is then discharged at the boat’s stern. Think: a car’s radiator. Think: hot engine = soon dead engine.] Captain Bryce, in his calm, self-assured way cursed himself for having screwed something up during his recent overhaul of the raw water pump . . . As Molly stood watch and Abracadabra crept along under sail, he assumed a yogic-like position, uninstalled the raw water pump, looked it over and found . . . nothing wrong. Hmmm . . . partially good. Feeling validated but confused, he traced through each step of the system and found nothing else out of order. Hmmm . . . still confused. He put everything back together and about an hour after first hearing the warning screech we fired up the engine and - water pumped through as it should. As mysterious as rebooting a computer, only dirtier and way less comfortable. We suppose the positive takeaway is that we know Abracadabra’s Chief Engineer can replace a raw water pump underway if necessary.

Bahía Santa Elena (May 26 – 30, 2016)

We sailed for the rest of the morning until we turned into Bahía Santa Elena, a bay in one of Costa Rica’s many beautiful national parks. We began to motor again because after performing a raw water system reboot the Captain/Chief Engineer/Foredeck Anchoring Mate (i.e. Bryce) just wanted to get the anchor down and take a nap. At 15.00 we anchored.

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Abracadabra At Anchor

And found that our nap would have to be delayed. Apparently the starboard latch on the forward hatch had broken and during the “bashing into the waves” portion of the trip water had trickled in under the latch and down onto . . . our bed. And of course this was the time we failed to stow the bedding out of range of potential drips because, well, we hadn’t had a leak at the bow hatch  . . .. [Some Non-Sailor Explanation: While sailing at night we take turns sleeping in the saloon rather than in our “regular” bed in the V-berth, so we hadn’t realized that water was dripping in. The saloon is nearby and offers a better ride.]  Fortunately we were experiencing a dry and breezy moment and were able to tie the bedding onto the deck until the next afternoon. Sun and breeze cures almost everything.

Our company in Bahía Sana Elena consisted of (a) a few fishermen who camped during the day near their lancha and left to fish at night, and (b) Prism, a 33-foot Hans Christian sailboat.

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Prism At Anchor


The Prism crew, Shannon and John, joined us for drinks, appetizers and Sailor’s Story Hour on our second night. Their home port is Berkeley and we learned that that we have a lot of sailing connections in common – both in California and Mexico. It was a very fun evening (and we are sure certain boat yard workers’ ears were burning). We have since watched a few of John and Shannon’s videos on YouTube. If you’re interested in sailing info – or just armchair sailing in California and Mexico, check them out: S/v Prism.

The Prism crew had warned us that the path to the waterfall in the park had been overtaken by wasps, so we contented ourselves with a hike to a look-out point where we enjoyed seeing Abracadabra at anchor. No wasps – but we were glad we remembered our mosquito repellent!

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Fashionable Hiker

On our day four Prism left us with only the fishermen for company. We puttered around the boat, checked weather and had another nice swim.

Bahía Huevos (May 30 – June 1, 2016)

The next morning we got up early to explore some of the bays to the south. The skies were grey and the winds were light. We tried to sail without success.

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The Rainy Season

We decided to anchor in Bahía Huevos some 35 miles from Bahía Santa Elena. Bahía Huevos (Eggs Bay or, if you prefer, Testicles Bay) is named after the two large rocks at the bay’s entrance.
We spent two nights there and were happy with our choice of location except when the wind would put us cross to the ocean swell – creating quite a rocking experience. Great for sleeping but not for much else. Fortunately this happened primarily between 03.00 – 09.00 – prime sleeping time.

Bahía Huevos is a sleepy place even when the swell isn’t rocking one’s boat. Our primary entertainment was watching tour boats come and go to the good snorkel spot in the bay. Apparently if one books a snorkeling tour from one of the operators in Playas del Coco (the main tourist town in the area) it will leave at either 9 a.m. or 2 p.m. and include a one-hour motor to Bahía Huevos, time to snorkel, a drink and a snack, and a one-hour return. Like clockwork.

 
Bahía Culebra / Playa Panama (June 1 – 5, 2016)

Our current home is the anchorage off Playa Panama in Bahía Culebra. This is a lovely bay about nine kilometers by road from Playas del Coco – a town important to sailors as the first place one can check a boat into Costa Rica when traveling from the north.

We arrived around noon on the 1st of June and once we were sure the anchor was set we dinghied to shore to buy a beer and a snack and get some free wi-fi from a local bar. It’s very interesting being without internet for what to modern persons seems like a very extended period of time – six whole days! Imagine – six days without knowing the latest offensive thing Donald Trump has said. . . .  Priceless.

Our initial recon suggested that Playa Panama would be a good home for Abracadabra – a nice walking path, a gentle dinghy landing, a road to pubic bus service (which, frankly, we haven’t yet figured out), a good place to swim and a pubic trash tip (beats having to buy lunch at a restaurant to get them to take our trash!).

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Sunset - Bahia Culebra

Our next day’s mission: to check into the country. [Brief and Highly Simplified Background: When arriving in a new country via boat one must (1) obtain permission for the crew and their possessions to enter the country from immigration and customs (“normal” tourists do this when they arrive at the airport); (2) obtain permission to bring the boat into the country from customs; and (3) inform the port captain of one’s intended movements (sort of like filing a flight plan).]

We dinghied to shore, deposited our trash and walked out to the main road to catch the bus. We waited. And waited. Finally, we put out our thumbs – and hit the hitch-hiker’s jackpot. We were picked up by two of the nicest people we’ve met anywhere: Don and Elaine, who have a lovely house in the hills above Playa Panama and were heading into Playas del Coco to buy a water softener system.

Don and Elaine not only took us to town – they drove us to the grocery store for some photocopies, the Port Captain’s office, the immigration office, back to the Port Captain and even out to the customs office (the aduana) near the airport. Over a “thanks for driving us around” lunch we learned about their power boat trip along the “circle route” which involves boating across Florida and up a waterway to Illinois – who knew?!

By the time we were dropped at the aduana we were thrilled with how well everything had gone so far. And the lady at the aduana was as pleasant and efficient as the other officials we had met. Until her print/photocopy machine proved unable print the temporary import document she had created online. Sadly, the nice official lady said, we would have to go to the aduana office at the airport. Sadly, we now had no car. Not a problem, she said – it is only 200 meters down the road.

This lady clearly doesn’t walk the weed-choked path between her office and the airport turnoff very often. The distance might feel like 200 meters to someone driving past it in a car – but the turnoff to the airport was at least two kilometers away from her office. And the airport terminal was not perched immediately to the side of the road. Once again the hitch-hiking gods were with us. A hotel shuttle van driver took pity on us and took us the kilometer +/- to the terminal.

Once there everything went just fine. The document disappeared into the right doorway and we were given what we needed. There was even a cell-phone booth with a nice young woman who sold us enough data and cell time to get us on our way. Perfect.

And then it began to rain. Blinding, monsoonal rain. We took a bus to the main road, huddled under the bus stop shelter (at least there was one!) and as soon as we got into the second bus – the rain stopped. We rode into Playas del Coco, bought a few groceries at a very lovely grocery store and decided to spring for a cab (deferring for a second time coming to grips with how to get from Cocos to Playa Panama by bus). Cab to dinghy, dinghy to boat. A very good, but very long day. Total transportation costs (we filed Don and Elaine’s thank you lunch under “entertainment”): $22.

So here we are – legally permitted to be in Costa Rica for three months. Since becoming “legal” we’ve had a second fun lunch with Don and Elaine and a swim in the rain. This is a lovely spot. That said, today we’re sideways to the swell and it’s pouring which is why there are no pictures of Playa Panama for this post! More later when we have a dry moment that will allow us to photo and travel on.

Our next “mission”: getting wet clothes to the laundry and clean and dry clothes back to Abracadabra.  [Side explanation: Don and Elaine’s son has recently served in the military. His observation was that “Getting anything done in Costa Rica is a mission”. And he doesn’t live on a sailboat! Thanks for the good laugh and turn of phrase.]


Hope all is well with all of you – and that if it’s raining, your clothes are dry.