Monday, October 29, 2018

KRALENDIJK HUSTLE

aka, The MOORING SWAP

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0725 The crew of sv EXIT STRATEGY release their lines from the mooring and slowly back away.










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0726 The crew of a dark blue hulled Dutch flagged sailboat align their yacht with the mooring pennants and eventually secure their lines.







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0727 The crew of sv LADY REBEL loosen their mooring lines and glide away towards the island of Curacao.








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0728 Captain Dan expertly maneuvers his vessel toward the mooring that was just vacated by LADY REBEL and his First & Last Mate secures their lines.








Such is the dance that’s been going on all hurricane season long here in Bonaire.  Most often it is carefully preplanned by the boats involved and carried out with precise orchestration. It is truly a beautiful ballet when everything is timed just right.


Those of us who have spent a number of summers here have noticed many new vessels.  That is no surprise, though, because we have been touting the relative safety from fierce weather conditions here in Bonaire for a number of years.  It appears, that after Irma and Maria reeked havoc throughout the mid and upper regions of the Caribbean last year, boaters (cruisers and liveaboards) have taken Mother Nature more seriously and are seeking more secure anchorages during hurricane season.

So, while boaters within the hurricane belt are praying for fair winds and calm seas, new arrivals in Bonaire are praying for an available mooring ball.  Every boat in the mooring field has been pestered by multiple sailors seeking information on when we might leave. This was especially true during the entire last month and Captain Dan likened them to "sharks" hunting for prey.

Landlubbers may ask “WHY?” 

All of Bonaire is a Marine Park and anchoring of any sort is not allowed.  Along the length of Kralendijk's seawall, a limited number of moorings have been put in place by the Marine Park. The daily mooring fee is only $10 USD, while the dockage in the marina is about $1 USD/length of vessel/day. (For example, if we kept Exit Strategy at the dock, it would cost $46 USD/day.)  Use of the moorings are on a first come, first serve basis. 

We arrived in mid May and are allowed to stay for about two more months.  However, we plan on leaving before then some time later in November when the Hurricane Season of 2018 has just about fizzled out.

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The Captain is happy to have a change in scenery on a new mooring.

Friday, October 19, 2018

NOT “Same Same”

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Lion fish..."same same"
While traveling through Southeast Asia this summer, we quickly became familiarized with the regional expression “same same.”  This saying is quite similar to our American idiom “six of one- half dozen of the other.”  Simply explained, “same same” means “there is little or no difference”.
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Remember those clams Tarzan almost got his leg caught in?

While haggling for goods in the many jaunts into the markets we heard, “same same.”  When served portions of sometime unidentifiable street foods, “same same.”  Negotiating tuk tuk fares, “same same.”  I soon began wondering if “same same” was possibly the extent of their English.  On the other hand, our son-in-law Jeff fully embraced “same same," so we entrusted most of the arrangements to him, leaving us relieved and quite satisfied. 

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Possibly a sea star???  NOT "same same"
Dan and I aimed to dive in all three countries, but weather issues prevented us from doing so in Thailand.  We were able to book trips in Cambodia and Vietnam.  Diving as tourists was a new experience for us and the scuba shops did nice jobs in both countries, but thy were NOT “same same.”

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NOT "same same"
Our two dives off of the Cambodian island of Koh Rong Sanloem with Deniz (from Turkey) were interesting, except something in his verbal directions must have been lost in translation with the Cambodian boat crew.  When we surfaced after the second dive, the boat was not in sight.  So, Deniz instructed Dan and me to hold his hands and guided us in swimming on our backs through a strong current and chop for about a half hour! Sad smile  The dive boat finally saw us when we kicked our way into their view around the far point of the cay. (Good thing that was our second dive.) 


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Urchins had one eyeball and 5 white spots...
NOT "same same" 
The 2-tank dive trip we booked off the coast of Nha Trang, Vietnam was more organized.  They had to be, as their boats held a mix of divers and snorkelers of all shapes and sizes speaking many tongues. Luckily,  they had a multitude of guides on board who spoke a variety of languages.  Although there were about 30 guests on the trip, Dan and I had two dive guides accompany us, so it was like having a private dive (when off the boat Smile ).  We especially liked following our guides through three different tunnels during our second dive.  When we exited the third tunnel, I spotted an octopus whose head was as large as a basketball and with legs as long as my arms! 


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Octopus against the wall.
The reefs and sea life there in the South China Sea were far from “same same” when compared to our Caribbean dive experience.  Many of the fish species looked similar, but had very different coloring.  Likewise, the corals were quite unusual and had a much more pronounced blue or purplish hue.   
                     
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Saw many blue or purple sea stars.

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Coral...NOT "same same"

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Don’t Have a Single Excuse

I have MANY!  Where do I begin…?
My last post was over 16 months ago. (Really?!  June 2, 2017 to be exact.)  Since then, the main deterrent to blogging in a timely manner has been that my focus has been on finishing a second book for my grandkids.

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I began leisurely penning the first book, called THE 
FARM, in the summer of 2000 which was when both our children, Becky and Bob, were just engaged to be married. We were living in Springfield, Missouri at the time, and I must admit that I was inspired by the writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder, a Missourian who began writing at the age of sixty.  THE FARM was slowly completed around 2012 due to a career move to Chicagoland, teaching fulltime in a new setting, completing a Masters in Ed degree, and, at last- “selling up and sailing away!”  By that time, our four grandkids- Genna, Lyla, Maya, and Aslan- were between the ages of two to five and enjoyed listening to my fond recollections of growing up in our large family on the farm in Southwestern Michigan. 

Our daughter helped edit THE FARM and wanted to immediately know if I would write another book so she could find out what happened next.  The grandkids also prodded me on and often asked to hear more stories.  So, I began organizing the second book, entitled DZIADZIA’S HOUSE, and imposed a deadline of June 2018 to coincide with a month long trip we had planned to take to SE Asia with our daughter’s family.  The long flights and bus transits afforded plenty of time to read DZIADZIA’S HOUSE to Genna and Maya from the copy on my phone.
blog 2Needless to say, we had a fantastic time with Becky’s family in SE Asia taking in the cities and countryside, the reclining Buddha, the floating markets along the Mekong Delta,  the various modes of slow and common of transportation, the sitting Buddhas, the temples and hikes, the beaches and dive sites, the people and street foods, and did I mention the Buddhas?
For a glimpse of our trip, go to www.beckyjeffmaya.blogspot.com.  (We traveled with them for the first month from Bangkok, Thailand through Nha Trang, Vietnam.)


For the past three hurricane seasons, Exit Strategy has been moored way south in Bonaire, the smallest island of the Netherland Antilles. Each year, we reconnect physically with family and friends up in the states for part of the summer and also with cruising friends in Bonaire who have been as close as family.  Diving opportunities here are among the best in our hemisphere and we take full advantage of Bonaire’s National Marine Park.

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COCONUTS, on Frederiksted Beach, used to be a popular attraction. 
After Irma and Maria reeked havoc on the Virgin Islands last September, we decided to forgo a float plan that would take us to new ports and opted to base Exit Strategy in St. Croix. While there we experienced first hand the Crucians’ frustration with no electrical power, scant and scattered cell service, deeply potholed roadways, and debris at every turn.  Most of St. Croix lost power in September and it was finally restored to our son Bob’s neighborhood on Christmas Eve.

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Lee & Mom summer of 2017


A week later I learned that my mom passed away after a bout with the flu.  She was nearly eighty-nine and had told us previously that she didn’t like that number for some unknown reason.  Her death, though not a total shock, still left our family with a feeling of profound loss.  And so, we made an unplanned trip northward to attend her burial services in early January. 











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Genny and proud Dad Keith



A month later in February, we flew back up to the states to celebrate the wedding of our niece Genny, from Dan’s side of the family.  (Can you imagine Dan’s demeanor going up into snow country not once, but twice within a month’s time?)  Then, I extended my stay to attend a baby shower for my niece Katie.



Katie and Proud Grandma To Be Geri











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St. Pat's Art Class



The remainder of our time in the Virgin Islands was busy with helping clean up after Maria in small ways. Bob’s was about to move into a new rental house, so we helped get it livable for them. We also cleared debris from St. Patrick’s Catholic School’s playground in Frederiksted and volunteered in the weekly art class.  In addition, I was quite happy to satisfy my soul by being a volunteer gardener at The Artfarm, one of the island’s organic farms, and was compensated nicely with fresh veggies!

In between volunteering, we took care of some routine boat maintenance which included sewing new strataglass into our dodger.  We also replaced our 8-man Viking Life raft with a 6-man Viking and hired a craftswoman to sew a new bimini .




So, these are my excuses for not keeping up the blog.  Take ‘em or leave ‘em.  However, from this point on, I do solemnly pledge to post more often in the coming year.



PS:  THANK YOU cousin Ed Stevens for actually letting me know that you MISSED our blog.  This one’s for YOU!