Curacao Marine and Willemstad
If only, if only we had been running the go-pro as we went towards Curacao Marine. We used the chartplotter re-transmitted to the smartphone on Murray's wrist. Caroline acted as look-out depth checker and general dogsbody. Music (its Friday night) as we approach the capital city, Willemstad, is blaring out so loudly you wonder why the buildings aren't falling down. Now add in flashing disco lights, white lights and a bridge of hooped multi coloured lights at 20:00hrs. No moon, pitch dark and then we are in Friday night partying scene; confusing is not the word.
Now we find that our chart is wrong.
shows 2 bridges: he first is described as 'fixed' and the second
55m clearance. We are facing what looks like a causeway with no
through. After 500 miles of sailing we have to turn round and are
faced with a seemingly impossible dilemma for the second time that
day, facing a night hove to in a lumpy sea. Then Caroline spots a
towing and we break one of our golden rules and follow that boat
without knowing where we are going.