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Sailing on the classic sailboat Joana

Sailing on the classic sailboat Joana

Freelance working can be tricky. It comes suddenly after periods of calm, and it forces to reshuffle my schedule to fit jobs and other life commitments. The month of February looked already busy enough for us when Maria contacted me asking if I was available to help her with two charters aboard Joana. We had to make a total revolution to our plans, but the opportunity was too good to let it pass.

I’ve been introduced to Maria and Cathy, owners of Joana, by Kirk, a friend of a friend who I briefly met in Georgia and then finally again in Puerto Lindo. At the bar of Linton Bay Marina, getting to know each other, they told me that it was good that I charter experience as they could use some help on their ship Joana, a beautiful 72ft gaff rigged steel yawl. Of course, that help could be needed in a non specified time in the future, as life afloat is all but easy to plan.

I had admired the lines of this ship from afar when she dropped the hook in Linton Bay anchorage, particularly liking the low freeboard of the steel hull, the classic rigging and the general rugged appearance. In a world of mass produced, performance-oriented plastic boxes, Joana stands out like a rare gem. If you don’t trust my words, check out some pictures of Joana on their website.

Zidars touring Panama City (photo credit Sue Zidar)

The job offer had to be fit into an ambitious plan, with the imminent Kate’s parents visit to Panama, our plan to haul out Tranquility on the hard for bottom paint and yard work, and an again postponed visit to Italy. I remember having meeting after meeting with Kate trying to fit everything in the short month of February, not without stress. What we would do with our boat and our cat?

Eventually we found a solution: I would spend few days in Panama City with Bernie Sr. and Sue and Kate after we made arrangements with our Guna friends and local authorities in Islas Robeson, to leave Tranquillity safely anchored and Beta earning his board on shore, helping make a Guna house  pest free. Then, I would travel back to Guna Yala and start working on Joana.

I joined Maria aboard her ship in Esnasdup, a quiet anchorage in the vicinity of Green Island. In Guna Yala there are more than 300 islands and little cays, all with both local and Spanish names, and Attilio, the lancha driver, had a little hesitation when I told him where I needed to be dropped off.  Lanchas are the taxi-boats that move people, goods and everything else from the arrival point of the only road in the ports of Cartì to the numerous islands.  The reshuffling of our plans involved me taking many lanchas, from and to the port.

One of the many islands in the Guna Yala archipelago

 

I could only arrive to Joana one day before the beginning of the charter so I needed a crash course: anchoring, sailing maneuvers, food and other supply stowage. Maria is very patient, and gave me a good tour and tutorial of my duties in the fore deck area, where my main actions would take place. As we left for our sailing training, she showed me how to set the gaff rigged mainsail, the cutter (that’s what she calls what I call the staysail) and the Jib.

Joana’s gaff rigged mainsail
Joana underway, mainsail, cutter and jib flying

Setting Joana under full canvas requires quite some sweat and fine technique compare to what I am used on Tranquility. By owners’ choice the running rigging has no mechanical help other than the purchase system of hand carved blocks. Without winches, everything has to happen in a specific moment, with a thoughtful planning ahead and sometimes with Maria leaving the helm for few moments to give a hand forward.

It all looks like a little ballet, as one of Joana’s guest once noticed, a sequence that I practiced everyday as we moved from one anchorage to the other. By the end of the trip I felt very at ease on the job, also learning few tricks of the trade that could be definitely used elsewhere.

The cruising area

Joana’s route for these two trips was in the area between Salardup and Rio Diablo. This chain of more than 30 islands stretches a mere 15 nautical miles but offer countless opportunities for snorkeling, laying on the beaches of uninhabited cays and fishing, all in the protection of coral reefs that create flat and crystal clear waters, a very relaxing and comfortable place to be even when the trade winds pick up to 30 knots as it happens for few days at the time during the dry season.

Maria fileting the snapper she speared few minutes earlier

In the galley there was another kind of ballet happening. There was always activity down below, even under way, to make sure our guests received everything they need in therm of meals, snacks and drinks . During the charters we were blessed with good fishing, and we could put on the table a selection of seafood and fish, from lobsters and crabs, to red snappers, Spanish mackerels and conch. Maria and I served the catch of the day in many different ways, including sashimi, sushi, ceviche, grilled baked and steamed dishes.

Surf: snappers ready for the grill
Turf: Chicken Curry
Baking time

In Green Island I had a particularly prolific fishing night, with four good sized red snappers brought on board. Also, we had the opportunity to spot the infamous two meter long crocodile that lives in the area, and that twice came alongside Joana before being scared away by our enthusiasms/excitement. Fishing is good where crocodiles live!

It is always a pleasure to see happiness on the guests’ face while they enjoy sailing in this environment. We surely do our best to help realize their goals and accommodate their needs, but the Guna Yala islands do us the biggest favor, as they naturally make one feel comfortable and surrounded by pleasurable experiences. Maybe it’s not a case that I keep coming back here, to absorb the good energy that are so plentiful in this corner of the World.

My new friend Turk naps on my bunk

 

More islands…

February is not ended yet and a new chapter awaits me. Work commitments will keep Kate here in Panama this time, while I will solo travel to Italy for a brief visit to family and friends. As I stated before, life on a boat is not as easy as one may think, compromise and complicated life arrangements are mandatory.

The last item on the list will be the yard period, that we hope to start around mid March. Tranquility needs some attention after being basically trouble free for a long time. Fatigue is unsparing at sea.

Impossible at the moment to make any further plans.

 

Venezuela #2

Venezuela #2

Per dare un’idea del paese del terzo mondo (con tutto il rispetto) nel quale sono capitato descriverò una piccola attività lavorativa che periodicamente mi trovo ad eseguire per fare in modo che il Veliero che gestisco possa svolgere la sua attività di charter. Si tratta banalmente dell’attività di rifornimento del carburante.

Il motore del Bicho (Beneteau Idylle 15.50)  funziona a gasolio, quello del dinghi (il gommone ausiliario) a benzina, in più per avere i fornelli della cucina funzionanti per fare da mangiare serve gas butano, come in quasi tutte le cucine esistenti. Idrocarburi utilizzati da quasi tutti i motori esistenti e che il Venezuela produce in abbondanza e distribuisce sul suolo nazionale a prezzi ridicoli.

Il trasporto di questi combustibili avviene attraverso delle imbarcazioni che circa 2 volte alla settimana giungono a Los Roques cariche delle preziose risorse, dopo aver affrontato una decina di ore di navigazione dal porto de La Guaira (località portuale di Caracas) . Queste barche, una delle quali è denominata Normandia (si vocifera si tratti di un mezzo che ha operato più di sessant’anni fa nel corso dell’omonimo sbarco), toccano terra in una zona pietrosa dell’isola, deputata ai principali servizi quali l’acqua potabile, l’energia elettrica e lo smaltimento rifiuti (inceneriti a cielo aperto..ndA).

In questo scenario post-bellico, il povero proprietario di barche da diporto (o chi per esso) è costretto a salire sul fidato dinghi, approdare in una spiaggia sporca e pietrosa, aprire il magazzino (se ne ha uno) per tirare fuori i tambores (bidoni di plastica della capacità di 200l) e farli rotolare lungo un tratturo pietroso fino al mezzo di sbarco. Qui contratterà con il capitano della barca e i suoi scagnozzi la quantità che è possibile prelevare, secondo una gerarchia nella quale ci si fa strada a suon di mance, ma dove a spuntarla è comunque la simpatia reciproca. Nonostante i possibili sotterfugi, le attese per il carburante sono piuttosto lunghe perchè la “sete” di idrocarburi affligge l’isola più di altrettanto gravi malattie. Queste attese sono dovute un pò all’indolenza tipica in ogni ruolo e occupazione in questo paese, un pò perchè la rarità dei rifornimenti provoca un’assalto di barcaioli, posadieri, ristoratori e di chi altro soffre per questa tremenda mancanza.

Le operazioni di riempimento dei bidoni si svolgono sul ponte arrugginito di queste chiatte, dove i barcaioli (me compreso) si muovono a piedi nudi, circondati da pericoli di ogni tipo. Devo dire che mi divertono queste attese perchè ho la possibilità di vedere ogni tipo di “assetato” che si affanna per procurarsi la dose necessaria, perchè sul ponte si ride e si scherza e si possono vedere all’opera i favoritismi e gli ostruzionismi del caso.

La parte meno divertente è quando i bidoni, colmi di gasolio e benzina, vengono fatti rotolare prima giù dalla chiatta, e in seguito per lo stesso tratturo pietroso dell’andata, che ovviamente presenta dei tratti di falsopiano decisamente sfavorevoli. Questo sport olimpico ha messo alla dura prova il fisico gracile (da lanciatore di coriandoli, direbbe mia sorella) che mi sono portato dal mio precedente stile di vita e dopo 3 tambores (600kg), ho avuto i pettorali in fiamme per quasi una settimana. Piano piano, con dolore e sudore sto adeguando la mia capacità fisica alle esigenze che questo lavoro richiede in questo angolo del mondo.

L’unica consolazione è che 800l di benzina, 400l di gasolio e 2 bombole di gas costano circa 70 euro, mancia inclusa.

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