Arrived into Isla de Guanaja in Honduras just before sunset. We had a fantastic sail, mostly downwind, flying wing and wing sails. Comfortable enough to cook, and basically enjoy life. No fish lately, but when the weather is rough we rarely fish, so the lines have only recently gone back in the water. A few squalls dotted the horizon during our short 150 mile passage, but fortunately even with our whisker pole out, we didn't get caught with any real shifting winds. Mostly just a few rain clouds to cool us down and give the boat a much needed wash down.
Guanaja is interesting. The villagers claim that it is the last Caribbean Island to be developed. Hurricane Mitch devastated this island almost 15 years ago. When Michael was here last, the island was devoid of trees, the hillsides were barren down to earth. The trees have since grown back, but instead of all the natives, they have planted pine trees on the island. It is strange to see pines lining a white sand beach. The big island of Guanaja has few houses on it and zero roads. There are a few small settlements dotted in the bays, but most of the locals, not transplanted from Europe, Canada or the USA, live on a very small island several hundred yards from the big island. It is like a little Venice; there are several canals that separate the small island, but otherwise the entire island is covered by houses and other buildings. There is very little soil on the island left, it has all been cemented over. Back it the day it was a series of small, flat islands with boardwalks connecting all the houses. Some of the walkways remain, but most have been replaced with cement after several hurricanes have passed. It is a strange little island, and like San Andres, it was British territory, so all the older people speak English. It has only been recently that the mainland Hondurans have started living on the island.
We had a fairly uneventful stay on the island. We spent half a day touring the island and taking a dinghy ride, but since Mike can?t yet get in the water we didn't do any snorkeling or exploring the outer cays. Instead we spent a whole day hanging out near a German restaurant that had wifi, walking trails and a makeshift playground for the kids to play. It also had hammocks on the expansive patio, a pool table and a hummingbird
feeder that regularly had 10 or more birds feeding from it. It was a small oasis and we got caught up on some housekeeping items; ordering spare parts, loading pics to the blog, checking it with our renters, paying bills, etc. There were also several other boats in the anchorage, and it was fun to get some socializing in. Still no other kid boats, but the kids had fun with the many pets the German couple had. It was a productive short stay, but I can?t say we did anything very adventurous.
We up anchored at about 4 am so we could make the short 30 mile passage and not lose a whole day sailing to Roatan.
The following pages chronicle the journey of the sailing vessel Pelagic and her crew. We are a family of 5; Michael, Amy, Zander, Porter and Anakena, taking our 42' Hallberg Rassy as far as we can comfortably go in three years. We left Oregon in September 2014, participated in the 2014 Baja Haha, continued on through the Panama Canal, into the Caribbean, up the coast of the US to Maritime Canada and from there crossed the Atlantic. After an arrival in Ireland we toured Scotland, then sailed down to France, Portugal and on to Morocco. In January of 2016 we slowed down considerably and enrolled the kids in a local Spanish school in Sanlucar de Guadiana for a few months. In the spring of 2016 we crossed the Atlantic towards the Caribbean. We are now in the Pacific, officially on our way home, albeit via a very circuitous path. We are currently in French Polynesia and looking at weather windows to Hawaii before finally making landfall back in the Pacific Northwest.
Currently our exact location is not available. Our spot coverage will pick us back up in Hawaii towards the end of May, 2017.
Our favorite sailing quote:
"If anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen out there boss!" Captain Ron