May 2015 A few hours after we arrived in Playa del Coco, we dinghied to the beach, survived the surf landing, and got to the business of clearing back into Costa Rica. This time around, we were not rookies. We knew what to expect, and we managed to go through the process relatively quickly; half […]
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April 2015 We untied our dock lines and set out from Marina Puesta del Sol in the early afternoon of April 28th. The day was hot, 92° Fahrenheit to be exact. Four-foot seas rolled long and steady from the west southwest as we exited the estuary. Fourteen knots of westerly breeze filled our sails, and […]
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April 2015 The wide-open spaces alongside the highway began to populate with houses and shops. Buildings painted blue and orange and red began to imbue the countryside with color. Our bus rambled to a stop in a dimly lit, dodgy alley in the 500-year-old city of Granada. Neil, Tim, and I hoisted on our packs […]
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April 2015 We were seated at a long, worn table in the courtyard of a building 10 minutes from the center of Leon. Serving bowls of breakfast potatoes, eggs, and bread were being passed between hands. Awareness of the finite time we had in Nicaragua motivated us to tackle as much as we could in […]
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April 2015 After a day of tackling a few boat projects and unwinding from our overnight passage, Neil, Tim, and I were bound for another inland adventure! We left The Red Thread tied securely to a dock at Puesta del Sol Marina and caught a 6:30 am chicken bus from a deserted gas station on […]
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April 2015 I uncleated our bowline and heaved it aboard, unthreading it from Puerto Barillas’ mooring, to which The Red Thread had been tethered for 17 days. I looked aft over our dirty boat. Weeks without attention in the midst of the estuary, and she was grubby with a film of dirt speckles along her […]
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April 2015 “Wake up! Hurry! We have to get moving if we’re going to get to see the monkeys before we have to head to Usulután to meet Tim and Emma!” It was a little after 7 am, and the day was calling. We’d barely rolled out of our v-berth, and we were already breaking […]
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April 2015 After Neil’s bout with “baleada belly” had passed, we hit the road again. This time, we were bound for the coast—the Caribbean coast. With more than a week away, I began to experiences twinges of longing for Red Thread. At the same time, I relished the opportunity to gallivant around cities without checking […]
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April 2015 What springs to mind when you think of Honduras…? If Mayan ruins, colorful macaws, and epic scuba diving do not come to mind, I hope that after this post and the next, they will be among the first images evoked when you hear “Honduras” in the future.After a cramped shuttle ride, an uneventful […]
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April 2015 Quakes that wrote and rewrote history Antigua’s history is fraught with tales of natural destruction and man’s perseverance to rebuild in the aftermath. Spanish conquistadores reached the region by the mid-1500s, subjugating an already broken Mayan empire. Despite a series of destructive mudslides and earthquakes that devastated the city, Antigua (then called Santiago) […]
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April 2015 We’d been cruising outside US waters for nearly four months but had spent almost no time exploring inland. In mid-February we’d decided not to cross the Pacific this season, in large part because we knew we’d later regret shortchanging our time this part of the world. It was our adventure, and we could […]
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March 2015 In preparation for an early morning passage, we caught the afternoon ebb and motored across the Golfo de Fonseca, crossing the saltwater border between Honduras and El Salvador. As we cruised the gap between Islas Conchguita and Meanguera, we decided to give The Red Thread a little polish. Music up, we were on […]
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March 2015 It was hot. Really hot. The large wooden shutters in the dimly lit room were swung wide open, like old barn doors, splaying sunlight across the floor. A row of tan little boys with thick black hair stood crammed along the windowsill, watching us in silence. The inquisitive gazes that make children so […]
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March 2015 It was early the morning of March 25th, and we were en route to Isla Meanguera from the Tamarindo estuary. The northeasterly winds were perking up for their morning blow, and the tides were beginning to ebb strongly; we were waging an increasingly slow battle against both. Even though we had just a […]
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March 2015 “VELERO RED THREAD! VELERO RED THREAD!” I began to stir. “Am I dreaming?” I asked myself. “Where is that voice coming from? When did I start dreaming en Español?” ‘VELERO RED THREAD!” Neil and I jolted awake. “Is someone out there trying to talk to us?” I sputtered. “What time is it?” Neil […]
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