time to move West to Cienfuegos, spending three weeks in the Jardin de la Reine,
hundreds of small Coral Cays in a vast area of shallow water, on the way.
turned out to be the best sailing we have had in years. Trade winds in completely protected
water with no waves. I have enjoyed sailing without feeling ill. I now
understand the joy of the sport! Still it won’t last as we will soon get back
into the open sea.
been an amazing experience snorkelling in crystal clear water with incredible
underwater coral and garden with such variety of brilliantly coloured fishes.
Such clear waters that one sees crabs
even under 6 inches of water....
morning we left an Island
afternoon we had an
With the most amazing sunrise
moored in completed deserted Islands where birds have been our only
Darby and Joan club
In Rota, Spain we anchored our
our brolleys with plastic bags
Full of sand but here we use
deserted Islands we
Crocs make wonderful water
sarongs on our heads
someone turns up....
courtesy of Witte Raaf, They run out of smokes so we swap
Pack (which we had for fishermen) for
this beauty. That evening we had
Raaf rescued a small Cuban fishing boat, whose Perkins engine had broken down.
The crew had been rowing all day in extreme heat. We used our Iridium to call
the rescue services to no avail but eventually we alerted the Caribbean
Emergency net on shortwave radio, who in turn alerted their local home port. The
Captain was an Obstetrician, no doubt trying to supplement his income. For our
help we were given 10 lobster tails. Cubans are forbidden to fish (unless
licensed) and eat lobsters, only tourists are allowed, so much for social
later that they had been safely rescued.
lying on a beach all alone when Chris heard a slight noise. He noticed to his
right an Iguana eyeing him. He seemed totally unfazed by us, we talked to him
and after a while he took fancy to my bikini bottom drying on a twig. He tried
to eat the beads and decided to take off with it. Chris has to chase him to get
them back. It was such a hoot...
off with my bikini bottom...
Island we stopped before Cienfuegos was Cayos Machos de Fuera, where supposedly
hundred of Flamingos fly to. We did not see one, instead we found many Iguanas.
It should have been christened Iguana Island.
is time to leave this picture postcard