December,  2011
Happy Holidays.
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The background was shot on San Pedro, Lago Atitlan, Guatemala on a path where I found coffee plants.  The foreground was shot on a peninsula village called Placencia, Belize where an evergreen tree was decorated on a path to the beach.
November - December,  2011
Guatemala, Lago Atitlan and the Rio Dulce 


I heard a lot about the Rio Dulce in Guatemala because it's one of the main hurricane holes where boats can winter until the hurricane season is over from June - November.  (Boats can also go north to the Chesapeake Bay or south to the Venezuela/Curacao area.)  It was such a beautiful 13 mile stretch of fresh water in Northern Guatemala and turned out to be one of my favorite cruising areas.  It reminds me of the beautiful lakes in Wisconsin in the summer months with a lot less mosquitoes.


After landing in Guatemala City, I had 5 days before I needed to head off to the Rio so I decided to visit Lago Atitlan.  It is a beautiul lake surrounded by volcanoes.  It took a day to get there by bus and boat and was well worth the trip.
The last boat portion of the trip.
Paddlers on the lake.
Guatemala is so colorful, there is color everywhere you look.
These three women sell vegetables every morning
carrying their scale and their vegetables with them.
One of the many small, narrow walkways in the village.
They love to tell jokes and tease each other.
A passenger stop.
Hostel where I stayed and restaurant.
New money.
Catching a few zzzzzz's on the water taxis.
A small town taxi.
Christmas decorations in Antigua.


It was now time to head back to the capital, Guatemala City and take a 7 hr. bus ride to Rio Dulce.  The 7 hr. ride turned into a 12 hr. ride as two passing trucks collided just as they were crossing a two lane bridge.  Well, it's actually all 2-lane.  Later I learned that this was not unusual.  I arrived at the marina, Ram Marina about 9pm and couldn't find the skipper.  The marina finally tracked him down and I could now put my things on the boat.

The next morning we went shopping for more food and then took off down the River.
Ram Marina, the largest marina in the Rio Dulce area.
Much of Rio Dulce appears like this.  It's so beautiful and all the water is fresh water.
Grand mother and daughter sell what produce they can to the boaters. 
 Enjoying the view as we slowly cruise down the river. 
 The slow paced life on the river. 
This is what happens if you're a cruiser and you find a spot that you just can't leave.  
You buy a house and settle in.  
 More Houses along the River.
 There are a lot of catamarans in the area because of the shallow water.  
The one I was on is in the middle.
 At the end of the 13 miles of the river, we come to the small village 
called Livingston where we will check out of Guatemala.
 Some people of Livinston are noticably different from other Guatemalans. 
Garifuna people like the one you see crossing the street here, come from a mix of African slaves mixed with local Arawak Indians.  Their customs, dress, well everything about them seems different from the other local people.  
 Famous 'Topado Soup' which is a coconut seafood base with a whole fish, shrimp, 
clams and crab  Way too much for one person to eat but I did my best.
 A typical garifuna band consists of 3 drums, maracas, and 1 turtle shell. You can see them h parading here through the small village streets celebrating a saint's day festival.
 Star fish can be found n the sand and in the grasses.
A local Royal Tern.
October,  2011
Curacao, ABC Islands. Netherland Antilles 
(50 miles north of Venezuela)

The capital of CuraƧao is picture perfect Willemsted.  You may have seen a picture of it even though you've never visited here.
The island stretches 43 miles long by 10 miles wide with 130,000 residents.  Here is it's history in a tiny nutshell:  Arawak Indians first settlers, 1499 Spanish, 1634 Dutch, 1807 British, 1815 Dutch, 2010 granted local autonomy by the Dutch.  The amazing thing is the locals speak 4 languages with ease.  Even the children switch from one language to another.  Papiamentu is the local language, along with Dutch, Spanish and English.  To me, the papiamentu language sounds like a mixture of Portuguese, Spanish, English and a few Indian words mixed together which has a delightful sound.  The local greeting at the airport is 'Bon Bini' or welcome.  Bon dia or Bon tarde is good day or good afternoon.
 This little boy knows 5 languages.  Well, he's still working on them a little.
One of the hotel complexes and our anchorage bay.
 A restored church.  The buildings are made from wood from Amsterdam and stucco.  If a building hasn't been restored, it is a sad looking building with concrete blocks cemented in its windows so that it doesn't collapse.  These photos are the result of some of  the restorations.
 The center building in a state of decay.
 A main street before the floating bridge.
 
 Another view of one of the main pedestrian streets.
 Across the river.  This whole bridge moves to let traffic in or out.
The bridge is coming in our direction in this photo.  The ferry is on the right.  When the bridge is open, pedestrians hop on the ferry to cross.
The bridge is back in place after opening.
Vegetables boats that come from Venezuela to sell their food at the open market shown below.
The best place to buy vegetables.
The Kura Hulanda anthropology museum that focues on the different cultures in Curacao.  These are chains used to keep slaves in place on the cargo ships.
Cargo ship model.
A restored street which covers many buildings for the museum.
Notice the curlers on this statue?  This is a real hairdo on the island.  Just roll your locks in pink curlers and away you go.  Sounds good to me.
Music is great here.  The jazz musicians are playing on the top of the bar.  
Our friends gave us the scoop on where to hear the best music.
Music at the marina on Sunday afternoon.  The person on the left turns on crank on the self-playing piano while the man on the right gives it a little extra rhythm.

There are many beautiful sandy white beaches with blue water surrounding the island.  I have been challenged by the high heat and try to stay out of the sun.  It is 88 degrees here inside the boat which is the coolest spot I can find with the 15-22 knot breezes running through the hatches. So I either jump in or dinghy ride to the nearest snorkel spot for a couple of hours in the afternoon avoiding the hottest times of the day from 11-3pm.
Dinner on the beach and a nice way to end the day.
August - September, 2011

California

Eureka, California is five hours north of San Francisco.  I took a 17 hour train ride there and back from San Diego. When you are a sailor, your level of patience expands.  Eureka is such a laid back place.  There is no pressure to have the latest model car, or to have a schedule, or to do much of anything.  It's very refreshing after being in the big city of San Diego.  Maybe it's the Redwoods that surround the area.  Maybe is the pot that 60% of the population grows.  Or maybe they just don't care to take on the hurried-ness of the city. Whatever the reason, I found the pace very refreshing.
Ligia taking a break after moving to the house next door to her house.  No truck needed.
The college town of Arcadia located 8 miles north of Eureka known for their Saturday farmers market.
Lots of dreadlocks and young families living a farm type of existence.  I felt like I was back in the 70's.
Beautiful rock formations on the beach near Arcata.
Wonderful, wonderful Red Woods called appropriately Red Wood Park in the Arcata Community Forest.
 Banana Slugs...or are they 'Love Slugs'?
I think a Leprechaun would be very happy here.
Giant Green Surf Anemones or Anthopleura Xanthogrammica.

They really are this vibrant green.
Back to San Diego.  My favorite landscaped yard.
I made an attempt to go snorkeling with Jess and Tracy but it was so coldddddd.....  There were leopard sharks to be seen.  Next time.
The Spreckels Organ Pavillion at Balboa Park and a concert of banjos.
Listening to the music with a picnic lunch complete with tables and animal plates.

And now it's time to head back to the boats on the East Coast.