Quick Posts
Short updates on where Anjea is and what we are up to.
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St Martin
The computer has died so I'm tapping this out on a tablet and it will be a short note. Arrived St Martin on 16th April after a good fast sail to windward from carriacou. Fixed many things, bought new …
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Carriacou
Leaving Trinidad I am tired after a long day preparing Anjea and Bollemaat. The final task is to commission Bollemaat's Autopilot. It does not go well. I have redone the actuator wiring, which had …
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Trinidad
Bollemaat is in Trinidad. We have come here in search of a new GPS, a toilet, and a new dinghy. We need more parts but the boat shops here are surprisingly basic.
Arriving here we calle North Port …
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Bollemaat
I am feeling down since Merel left the boat in Paramaribo. She made me feel young — until she told me I was too old. So I signed on to a project boat owned by Yayo, a local character.
Bollemat is, I …
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Still in Suriname
I'm still having fun in Suriname. A local here (Yayo) has tapped me to fix up his old sailing boat up and take it to Guadeloupe so I'm working on that. We leave in a few weeks.
Unfortunately I've …
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Flying to Anjea
For several weeks now I've been working on a replacement for the clunky old PredictWind tracking page that I used before the Iridium Go sat phone went overboard. At first I tried Leaflet, then Google …
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Holland gone Troppo
We arrived in the little village of Domburg yesterday after a boring trip from French Guyana. What wind there was blew mostly from ahead so we just motored.
First impressions of Surinam are Holland …
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The Border
We are now in the Maroni River after a wonderful overnight sail of about 120nm to the Northeast of Iles du Salut. The weather and sea combined to make this the best overnight leg we've ever done. The …
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Des Képis Blancs
Literally, des képis blancs translates as 'the white caps' — a nickname for the French Foreign Legion, whose unofficial guests we are today.
This morning Merel returned from her night in the …
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Prison
Today we splashed around in the jungle surrounding Ile St Joseph in whose lee we are anchored. I forgot my shoes and rowed back for them while Merel continued on. When we finally caught up it was …