Bonair / should be called Bonwater
Salsa af Stavsnas
Ellinor Ristoff Staffan Ehde
Sun 10 Feb 2013 21:10
Arriving close to Bonair, we had a dream sailing
with absolute flat water, we did 8,5 knots with half wind. That went on
for hours and it was like sailing in heaven! As we closed in the coast of
Bonair, the water looked like rubins, absolutely clear and clean! So
clean!
The island forbids any kind of anchoring in waters
shallower than 60 meters and that makes it impossible for yachts like ours to
use their anchors at all. As we approached the capital village (The island has
10.000 inhabitans) of Kralijk we could tell we have left the sailing crowd
behind.The amount of boats on moorings are a tenth of what we experienced in the
Lesser Antilles. And mooring is what you have to use. Now we have about 10
meters of water under our keel and it looks like we could touch bottom. Then
thanks to the ban of anchoring we can actually snorkel to a drop off that is 3
meters behind the boat. There the corals are huge and unspoiled, the amount of
fish is like a full aquarium. And we are moored in the middle of the village!
This is environmental work with big success!!!!
The water is clear as Vodka (what else could I
think of? Well Vodka is clear in the beginning of the night is it
not?).
We arrived in the middle of carnival time so we had
our Q flag (yellow flag showing that we are not cleared with all officials) up
til today, their laid back attitude was only that if we cannot do it today, we
will do it tomorrow, what's the problem?
In an hour or so we will get off the boat and see
what this carnival is about, it continues...
We have decided to stay put a couple of days, catch
up with school and art work. Then we will start to look for a weather window
towards San Blas. As I wrote before, this coming leg is a chritical one so we
need to have a good weather window to avoid the most uncomfortable conditions.
When you sail around the corner of Columbia the wind tends to accelerate and the
waves get a little bit nasty. Hard to believe when we sit here in flat
water.
To make a short story long....
I just have to comment the Fisher Panda, our
generator that started to fill the boat with water through the raw water
pump.
I love this concept of a box, I hate this concept
of a box.
If you haven't seen a Fisher Panda, google on it
and look at the pictures, mostly you will see a close nice box that provides a
boat with electricity.
I can hear the smart question asked: -Honey do we
want 220 Volts on board? It's only a box!
So here comes the box, it is nice, isolated to make
no noise when you run the diesel engine inside. Somehow they have fitted a
diesel engine and a 5Kw generator, with EVERYTHING "inside the box". All you get
is a small nice panel to put somewhere in the boat, : - Honey, when you need 220
V just press that button!-
Then we can sit in the cockpit drinking Gin and
Tonic with ice looking at the sunset. - What a life we have! Thanks to
Fisher Panda!
The fun starts when you get water out of that box
instead of 220V. You open it up and of course, if you have to fit a diesel, a
generator and all the automatic stuff that makes life woderful it will be
crowded. The box is the size of two big toolboxes, and that's not big compared
to the big diesel in the machine room.
Honey since that thing is so small, let's put it
BEHIND the big diesel engine!
Well that nice white box with a panda on was in the
boat when we bought it, not only that, it was almost brand new!
At that time I thought we will never use that thing
other than in emergency, but you get dependent, yes, cold water, good food is
lovely to have. And not all days serve sun and wind to our wind generator and
solar panels.
So when you open that box you are entitled to fix
the problem and you know what their (Fisher Panda) thinking must
be?
Those of you who are old enought remember the
Volkswagen "bubble", it had the engine in the back and it was absolutely
impossibe to even change the sparks without taking the entire engine out of the
car. So Volkswagen decided to market how "easy" it was to take the engine
out.
So Fisher Panda probably thinks, if there is a
problem take the engine out of the box!
Well that's what we did in Las Palmas, took that
Fisher Panda out. For that we only had to open the floor in a compartement in
the cockpit (We are above the engine room, opening the "ceiling") , make a crane
out of the boom, and then heave 150 kg engine out of the engine room. That was
easy! In harbout it took only two days to do THAT!
I was determined to fix this problem INSIDE the box
and I was not to give up. I even asked Ellinor to crawl behind the big
Volvo Penta, to see if her small hands could get inside-behind-under the
generator to see if the leak was where I thought. Her answer was,
-YES, there it is. (No she did not ask where that
nice 220 V box was gone, she knows more than that)
When you open that box it is like a crazy
clockmaker, an dieselengineer and a power guy got together and asked themselfe,
how small can we make things to fit in there? For instance the drivebelt for the
waterpump can be used as a nice little bracelet, it is about as thin as a rubber
band. And the box is so tight they have cut out the track in the foam where the
bracelet spinns to drive the water pump. I can only think of the nightmare when
I have to change impeller on that "clock". The impellers are just so
cute...
By the way Fisher Panda are very good at concepts,
we bought an offshore- ocean spare kit for the generator and guess what? It came
in a nice white box with a Panda on, did I bother to open it up? Nope, I thought
we'll take care of it when time comes, now when I open it up I wonder if
they made a misstake, it must be spare parts for a Rolex or something. How small
can a filter be?
But what has broken so far was not in the spare
box, nix, no rubber feet and no hose.
But that goes for most everything, what you fear to
fix, bring spare parts and they will not be needed.
So I started to figure out how to get
inside-behind-under and fix that leak. But please note, first you have to pass
the Volvo Penta inside-behind-under , then you end up with one knee behind you
ear, one foot under the transmission box, your head stuck behind the
hotwatermaker (that is full of sharp corners, ask my hairstilist). So there you
are, the boat is rolling, one second your have all your bodyweight
on your right elbow and next second your entire weight is on you
breast (you can see my left breast is blue now, my elbow is just very red and in
bad shape). So now let's add some temperature, 30 degrees celsius, so you swet
(Ok you can call it Prospire if you want), you swet so much the bilge pump start
going again. Well there you are and start calling for the first tool, Ellinor is
nice and crawls in with the first scewdriver. Something is wrong here, they
can't get inside-behind-under things and do their work. Soon enought you start
to figure out a way to build something that goes inside-behind-under and in
between you look at all the stuff you have to undo if we have to take that
generator out to fix the problem, that helps to motivate further thinking and
somehow you get that hose out and after another 30 minutes you get the fingers
out as well. They are brused up and something inside-behind-under is very sharp.
But you are determined to have that thing going so the hose is clean cut from
the problem and I feel like a brain surgeon or maybe a gynochologist that has to
work in very small spaces (you probably heard about the gynochologist.... no you
haven't). As a matter of fact I wear surgeons clothes that Ellinor
borrowed from a hospital in NY where she worked for a while.
Now the hose is out of the box and it is time to do
what surgeons always do, take off what is broken (never tell them you have a
headache), the knife is out and 1,5 centimeters goes off. When I fix something I
always want to know why it happened, so I know if it can happen again. I think I
know what happened, so if you want to know just send 20 dollars....or just a
mail and I will tell you...(you can have the gynochologist story for the same
price salsa {CHANGE TO AT} mailasail {DOT} com
)
So as a good "doctor" I know that what came out is
hard to get in, so I ask Ellinor for lubrication, and with that I start the
journey back and by know I'm swetting so hard the headlamp is shortcircuited,
the surgeon uniform looks more like something transparant and now comes the next
surprise, my left breast that is leaning against the generator has gotten
so saltwet that it takes current from the generators capacitors! They are always
charged and now the current flows right through my body! Talking about being
amped! Maybe I should have done what they do with EKG, shave off hair so the
current can flow even better!
(Actually Ellinors breast got the same treatment
and she har real red marks from the chocks!)
Ellinor passes me a pair of old trousers, I make a
pillow out of them and put them between my breast and the capacitors plus pole,
well you think that's easy, it is so cramped that I almost do not fit with that
arrangement without pressing my foot further under the transmissionbox without
putting pressure on the cooling hose for that part (that is actually the worse
part about climbing around in the engine room, so many things can be pulled out
of place by bodyweight)
Well now we have to get the hose
inside-behind-under and at the same time have a hose clamp to go with it and not
making the same misstake the previous mechanic made when mounting
it.
Once there I start tightning the hose clamp and yes
I do it! The same mistake that the mechaninc did last time. The clamp is not far
up enought onto the tube and destroys another piece of tube. Thank god I'm not a
brain surgeon, can you imagine? -Shit! we have to take another centimeter! What
part of the brain is that? Well you can live without memories, in fact that
makes you even happier....-
Or a gyn.... no let's leave it at
that.
So the tube comes out again, and I'm getting really
good at inside-behind-under jobs, practice makes talent... (I HATE DIRTY
UNCOMFORTABLE MACHINE WORK!!! )
Now let's go further inside-behind-under so we do
not destroy another centimeter, because this time we have to replace the whole
tube (brain), it goes somewhere, remember?
The joy when you press that little button on the
panel, and the engine starts, no water coming out of it, my hands are cut into
pieces, my body hurts everywhere, the surgeon uniform looks more like a uniform
for a mental hospital, the headlamp hangs around my neck, but the generator
runs! And I have to smile, the rest of the boat is dancing celebrating the 220V
comíng back like a godsend.
Ellinors hands are dirty, my hands are black, but
we are HAPPY!
So we close that nice white box, and the sound of
the engine becomes more like a cat spinning, and all the systems are up and
running, the refigerators start their buzz, all the navigation gadgets can run
again on full, so now we know where all the boats are, where we are, where you
are, where the moon is and when the water is streaming nort or south.
I love the concept of a box, as long as I do not
have to open it...
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