I’ve returned from my voyage to Antarctica, my sailboat Phywave now safely tied up at Micalvi in Puerto Williams. I’m pretty sure I’m the first person to both fly and sail solo to Antarctica.
The voyage south to Antarctica was relatively smooth sailing, taking about 4 days to reach Deception Island. The voyage back north across the Drake Passage was brutal. With an obvious storm system in place, I had the bad idea of sailing slow and west to get around it as it moved off to the east. Others experienced Antarctica sailors advising me on weather also thought this would work. Well, the system stalled and was followed by a large area of 5 to 6 meter high seas. For a few days I tried to hang south of it but eventually had to start moving north to avoid getting caught by the next weather system moving in from the west. The route map shows the crazy path my boat took. The worst moment was when the furling line on my genoa headsail snapped in 30+ kt winds, causing the entire sail to roll out and send the boat ripping along at high speed, essentially out of control. After contemplating various ways to get to sail down, I was able to climb out on the violently bouncing bow, frigid seawater splashing over me, and attach a new line to the furler and get the sail rolled back in. I think I earned my sailing stripes with that one.
Later I’ll post some photos I took during my week in Antarctica.
My timing for crossing the Drake Passage northbound hasn’t worked out very well. A weather system with high winds was forecast to move through the northern part of the passage on Friday, abating on Saturday. With that in mind, I left Deception Island on Monday thinking I would sail slow, north and west, and come in behind it and sail north on Saturday with forecast better weather.
Well, the weather system slowed down and doesn’t peak until Saturday. In addition, I neglected to take into account the wave forecast which has ocean swell heights peaking above 5 meters on Saturday afternoon. All this means I can’t really continue north until late Saturday. It also means I should have left Deception Island several days later, like Thursday or Friday.
So what I’m doing now is a sailing technique called “heaving-to”. Basically, I’ve stopped the boat by a reefed configuration of sails and locking the helm hard to port so the boat wants to turn, but it can’t, so it stops moving forward. It lies with the bow about 50 degrees off the wind and just drifts at 1 to 2 knots to the northeast. If you’ve looked at the tracking map for the past several hours, that’s what you’ll see. Heaving-to is an old, time-tested technique for safely riding out high winds and seas.
Part of the reason for heaving-to is that I really have no useful direction to sail. Going south gets me further from the bad weather but further from my destination. Going north me gets closer to my destination but closer to the worst of the weather. Going east or west doesn’t improve my situation. So, to paraphrase from a famous movie, sometimes doing nothing is a cool hand. I’ll see how well it works out over the next 48 hours.
I’ve made it across the notorious Drake Passage from Tierra del Fuego to Antarctica in a little over 4 days. I’m now anchored in place called Stancomb Cove in the northwest corner of the water-filled caldera that is Deception Island. It feels great to have gotten here, definitely the “Mt. Everest” of my project to sail solo to all 7 continents. Of course, I still have to “climb back down” by crossing the Drake Passage northward back to Puerto Williams and civilization. The northbound voyage is actuallly harder than southbound for a bunch of weather/sailing reasons.
The crossing was a mixed bag with a slow start in light and variable winds using the engine to assist at times so I could make tangible progress. That was followed by 20-25 knot winds in a perfect direction to get the boat up to 6-7 knots. I’m usually satisfied if I can averaged 5 knots. The last 24+ hours were a stay-awake marathon on ice watch using the radar and my eyes as I got closer to Antarctica (I couldn’t stay awake – ha!) I was determined to arrive at Deception Island and anchor during daylight hours meaning I had to keep my speed up. As the wind faded and crazy undocumented currents both assisted and retarded my progress, I made heavy use of the engine to maintain the pace.
Every sailor thinks about the glorious first landfall at a new island or continent, the first glimpses of the highest peaks, the mountain slopes, the coastlines and the towns. I’ve experienced that a few times on this 6 month voyage. BTW, landfall to a sailor is when land is first sighted, not when first going ashore. When you think about sailors centuries ago navigating with the crudest instruments, sighting land was the big deal, not wading up onto the beach.
Alas, I was denied my big landfall moment arriving in Antarctica. The relatively warm north winds pushing over the cold water created fog. Even 100 miles out visibilty was less than 2 nm. I had huge cruise ships pass me within a few miles and never saw them. I sailed passed Smith Island and Snow Island, easily close enough to see them but saw nothing, just fog. Getting close to Deception Island the visibilty collapsed to less than 1/2 nm. Another cruise ship passed me that far away going the opposite direction but I couldn’t see even an outline in the mist. Really spooky.
The entrance to the Deception Island caldera is a very narrow passage known as Neptune’s Bellows. Are my e-charts accurate enough, will I be able to find this thing in the fog? Well, I found it, and as I approached a cruise ship called the Fram was also just starting through so I had only to follow them (coordinated on the radio). Right at Neptunes Bellows, and inside the caldera, visibility improved considerably so I was finally motivated to grap my camera and take photos. It is a spectacular place.
I have a cake mix on board I thought I would use to celebrate this arrival but now I think it’s premature. I wouldn’t want to tempt Neptune’s ill will with such a presumptive gesture. I’ll wait until I return to Puerto Williams, when I have again escaped, have transcended, the icy grip of these winds, these waters, and my own mistakes and failings.
I arrived in Puerto Williams on Monday morning, January 9, after anchoring twice on my way west through the Beagle Channel after passing south through Le Maire Strait. I’ve been busy full time all week and haven’t had a chance to create a post until now.
The fundamental work of preparing for the next sailing leg is really difficult in Puerto Williams because there really isn’t a port. The Micalvi Yacht Club is situated at a (deliberately) sunken military ship in a channel of the river. There are no docks or pontoons to tie to so you must tie to another boat, called “rafting” in the boating world. Boats here are routinely rafted 6 or 7 deep which means if you’re in the outside position, to get to shore you have to climb over 6 other boats – a real pain. Unless your boat is at the end of the raft, you also have other people climbing over your boat all the time which certainly limits privacy.
Now consider that the only way to get diesel fuel is to take your fuel cans (jerry cans) to a gas station 0.5 miles away, fill them up, and take them back to Micalvi. At that point you have to climb over all the boats again with the heavy fuel cans to get them to your boat. In a word, it’s ridiculous, but everyone seems to accept this way of doing things. If you’re lucky, someone with a dinghy in the water will take your heavy cans back to your boat so you don’t have to climb over the string of rafted boats.
There is a hand truck at the club that people use to carry the full fuel cans 0.5 miles from the gas station to Micalvi. Being in the “no expense spared” mode, I went to the tourist office and asked if there was anyone in PW who would rent me a car or truck. Yup, a couple of people. The next morning Fernando shows up at Micalvi with a beat-up old truck with a few problems he explains. I hand him some cash, he gives me the keys, away I go. No paperwork. Now I was more in my element driving around a little remote foreign town in a funky old truck. I transported my full fuel cans from the gas station back to Micalvi easily, and did the same for other boaters facing the same problem. I was also able to line up a dinghy at Micalvi to transport the fuel cans back to the stern of my boat so I didn’t have to carry them across the string of rafted boats. Given I was in the middle of a raft of boats I really couldn’t get my own dinghy in the water very easily.
Getting provisions from two modest local supermercados (Simon & Simon and Sotito) is a similar hassle though what you carry back to your boat is not nearly as heavy as the full fuel cans. It still took several trips from the truck to my boat, climbing over all the other boats in between mine and shore.
Long ago someone should have come up with a plan to add finger docks of some sort to solve the problem. Maybe somebody did and they never implemented it. Anyway, given the rafting situation this really is a poor place to bring your boat if you just intend to get fuel, provisions, and do Chile entry paperwork. As I saw other boats do, they get fuel and provisions in Ushuaia then come to PW only for the entry paperwork. They’re tied up at Micalvi for maybe half a day then leave.
Others avoid the Micalvi hassle by anchoring in the river nearby. This is more exposed to the weather and means a trip in the dinghy anytime you want to do something in town but you don’t have to climb over other boats and have privacy.
The famous sailor’s bar in the Micalvi ship closed some time ago – nobody could really tell me when with certainty. I was looking forward to a pisco sour in the bar when I arrived, and the good times of hanging out with other sailors and that camaraderie. Sadly, that scene, still described in the Tierra del Fuego cruising guides, is long gone and with it one of the reasons to endure the hassles of rafting at Micalvi. I was invited to a Argentine-style BBQ (asado) at the Cedena sailing school near Micalvi. It’s really a carnivore’s feast with all slow-roasted meat and a some potatoes.
It’s now Saturday afternoon. Fuel, provisions, water are all on board Phywave, finally. I even found a lavanderia to do my laundry. The weather forecast suggest going to Lennox Island Tuesday, anchor for the night, then set off across the Drake Passage on Wednesday. The Chilean Navy (Armada) will only issue the permit, actually a sailing itinerary called a “zarpe”, one day before departure so than means Monday I need to be back in the Navy’s office to do that – assuming the forecast is still workable.
Exactly how I get my boat out from the rafted string is a problem the denizens of Micalvi know well so I’ll ask them to handle it and they can just tell me what to do. I’ll probably move the boat Monday afternoon at high tide so Phywave is on the outside end of the raft, or in the outside row, and ready to leave by just throwing a few lines for a Tuesday morning departure.
First, a correction to my last post. I left Mar del Plata on December 20, not December 22.
After leaving the anchorage at Bahia Oso Marino I thought I had a weather window to make it to Bahia Thetis straight south across Bahia Grande before west gale force winds moved in. That weather window closed down so I sought an intermediate point to anchor while I waited 3+ days for the gale to blow through. Even a marginal anchorage would be better than 3 days hove-to at sea in gale force winds. Unfortunately, there are no harbors, bays or coves suitable for small yachts, or easily accessible ports, along this part of the Argentine coast.
One of my cruising guidebooks is “Patagonia & Tierra del Fuego” by Mariolina Rolfo and Giorgio Ardrizzi, commonly known among cruisers as the “Italian book” and regarded as the bible for sailing these waters. They had a brief reference to a charted anchorage a yacht had previously used situated 2 nm north of Cabo Virgenes at the east entrance to the Strait of Magellan. That yacht had anchored there for similar reasons, to avoid the worst of a westerly gale because the anchorage is immediately to the east (in the lee of) of a very tall cliff (coastal escarpment) which serves to block the worst of the gale winds from the west leaving the water mostly flat and relatively calm. I decided to make for that anchorage, arriving Sunday around 1900z. I set the anchor and put out 55 meters of chain expecting it to still be windy. It has been, but not nearly as bad as being on the open ocean. The holding ground here for the anchor is very good. The winds are typically 10-20 kts, but I’ve had gusts of 30+ kts. No waves here but I can look east to the open ocean only a mile or so away and see much more turbulent waters.
The gale will end this evening (Wednesday) so I plan to leave here Thursday at 0900z and sail 180 nm directly to Bahia Thetis, ETA Friday evening. At this point the forecast shows a north wind for Saturday so I’m going to try to make the passage south through the notorious Le Maire Strait when the south-setting ebb tide begins at HW slack at 0906z. Timing is everything here. You definitely do not want to make this passage with wind opposing tidal current. It can create huge waves. If the wind forecast holds I should be able to make it into the Beagle Channel to a protected anchorage called Puerto Espanol in Bahia Aguirre. From there it’s only 1.5- 2 more days along the Beagle Channel to Puerto Williams assuming no strong contrary winds. I expect to motor most of the way west along the Beagle Channel unless I get a realatively rare easterly following wind.
Life swinging around an anchor in gusty winds is not much fun. Every creak and groan of the anchor chain during a strong gust is unnerving, wondering if something will fail or the anchor will drag. I use a so-called bridle on the anchor chain consisting of a chain hook the hooks on a link in the anchor chain and a heavy 3/4” line. The line is secured to a bow cleat. Once the chain hook is set I let out a few more feet of chain so the hook and heavy line are now taking the load of the pulling chain instead of the windlass. The windlass has no load because the part of the chain out to the hook is slack. This is a common technique for anchoring which should always be used (but most don’t) especially if high loads on the chain are expected.
I haven’t mention much about wildlife in this blog, partly because I don’t know much about the birds and other wildlife I’ve seen. Of course, the albatross is the most common bird hanging around the boat while at sea. There are a few different varieties. For a time a couple elected to use my bowsprit as a perch. An albatross following your boat is generally considered a good omen but beware treating them with disrespect as Coleridges’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” warns.
New to me are the Commerson’s dolphins. They are unmistakably, being almost all white with black dorsal fin and head. I first encountered them after leaving Mar del Plata. Like other dolphins, they will swim alongside the boat, even under it, experiencing the bow wake as something different for them in the ocean. I was able to get some short videos of them in action. As I was coming into Bahia Oso Marino there must have been a hundred or more playing around with 50 meters of the boat. Truly a rare sight.
I left Mar del Plata on Decenber 22, about noon, local time. For the first few days I had great following winds and made good progress but eventually the wind shifted to the south and I was sailing into a headwind trying to tack back and forth across it. This process was aggravated by a strong counter current it took me a more than a day to figure out. At first it showed up as a north-setting current so I thought it might be an offshoot of the well-known Falklands current, although I was really too far west to encounter that. When I would try a port tack, sailing to the southwest the current would push me north so my actual course over the ground was almost due west – almost no progress south. I tried to make the best of this but it was very frustrating. Some hours later I noticed the current rotating to an east set, then south set, then start rotating bach to north set. Very weird. After watching this happen over 24 hours I concluded the current was following the tide changes, north set on ebb tide. It never occurred to me that tidal currents flowing away from the land would turn and flow north and south along the coast. That said, I started this voyage not knowing much about how currents work so I’m getting a live fire education. I’m surprised the 2 guidebooks I have for sailing this coast, although discussing currents, don’t mention this phenomenon.
Headwinds and currents continued to impede my progress south over the next several days. Watching the weather forecasts for the crossing frim Puerto Deseado to Bahia Thetis on the eastern tip of the island of Tierra del Fuego, I decided to anchor for a day so I could make the crossing in a little better weather window. I anchored in Bahia Oso Marino, about 10 nm south of Puerto Deseado. The port itself, located near the mouth of a river, has a complicated entry with high tidal currents and really no good facilities to accommodate visiting yachts. At Oso Marino I had the entire bay to myself. The holding in sand for the anchor was great, it needed to be, because I had 20-30 kt winds blowing through from nearly all directions. I’m glad I have an anchor that’s good at resetting itself.
While anchored, I poured the remaining diesel from my jerry cans into the main tank, something that’s almost impossible to do while at sea unless the water is dead calm.
Leaving Oso Marino at around 10 in the morning local time, I was contacted by the Prefectura Naval in Puerto Deseado who wanted to know my intentions, where I was going , etc. I gave him the details he asked for, and at his request, agreed to add his email address to the daily position report emails I have been sending to the Prefectura in Mar del Plata. All yachts transiting Argentine waters are required to do this. A good thing, I think, that they’re keeping track of where these boats are in case of a problem.
Since leaving Oso Marino I continue to work my way south into light and sometimes contrary winds. The forecasts have not been particularly accurate. I’m very much trying to avoid the very strong westerly wind storms that are common in this part of Argentina, the Patagonian coast. For seversl days now I have been sailing across the infamous “Roaring 40’s”, 40-50 degrees south latitude. Tomorrow, likely, I pass south of 50 degrees south latitude, into the “Furious 50’s”. They have these descriptive names for a reason. I’m trying to avoid experiencing the reason first hand. I may chose to anchor again around the east entrance to the Magellan Strait to wait for more moderate winds and seas to cross to Bahia Thetis.
I have had more equipment issues since leaving Mar del Plata. One of the deck-mounted blocks (pulleys) that controls the sheet(control line) for the mainsail failed. I had one spare so I was able to get going again, but it was my only spare. My brother Jim, who is coming to Puerto Williams in January to join an Antarctica cruise, will bring me a couple of spare blocks and the replacement u-bolt for the boom.
More seriously, I suppose, is that I lost 4 of my diesel jerry cans overboard in what was a really freak episode. I was tacking the boat, moving the genoa from port to starboard. During this process for a time the sail and sheets a violently flapping in the wind as the bow of the boat turns through the wind and before I can winch in the sheet. While the sheet was flying it caught under the end of 2×6” board where the jerry cans were attached. The board itself was attached to stanchions with heavy duty cable ties that had held fine during this voyage, included through some very rough seas. Before I could even react, the flying sheet, with the genoa pulling on it, caught under the end of the board and quickly yanked it right off the stanchion, breaking the cable ties, leaving that end of the board hanging over the side. The seas were rough but I went forward to try to grab the board, with the sheet still yanking on it, to try to pull it back on board. It was no use. The forces from sheet and the weight of the board with 3 full 20 liter jerry cans attached was too much for me to drag back aboard. I had to let it fall over the side where in a half a minute the weight and heavy seas broke the cable ties holding the other end of the board and it fell away, certain to sink. I didn’t think that if I turned the boat around I had a realistic chance to recover them, especially with the rough seas. Surprisingly, one of the 3 full jerry cans somehow detached itself from the board and stayed on deck. I was able to grab that one and bring it into the cockpit so the total loss was 4 jerry cans and the mounting board. I’ll have 6 jerry cans for extra diesel going forward, instead of 10, unless I can find some more jerry cans in Puerto Williams.
While at anchor in Oso Marino, inspecting the boat, I discovered the furling line for the genoa had chafed almost all the way through. If it had broken while at sea the genoa would have unfurled with no way to bring it back other than release the halyard and try to lower the sail to the deck which would have been extremely difficult at sea. I replaced the furling line with about the same diameter which should be adequate.
The boat is as ready as I can make it for the crossing to Bahia Thetis which I think will be the roughest passage so far.
I arrived in Mar del Plata on Tuesday morning, December 13, after several days of variable winds. For the final 12 hours I had wind right on the bow so I had no choice but to use the engine to make tangible progress and arrive at the marina during daylight hours.
Yacht Club Argentino (YCA) has a marina which can accommodate boats the size of Phywave so that’s where I was headed having contacted them a few weeks before to set it up. There is a yellow pedestrian swing bridge that must open for access to the mooring berths. Outside the swinging bridge I was surprised to be met by two dinghies from YCA that tied Phywave to a mooring buoy for about 30 minutes until the dockmaster could come out and lead me to my berth. While the marina generally had European-style stern tie berths with pilings, the place they had for me was a side-tie to a long pontoon. It was easy to dock with them handling lines and will be easy to back out when I leave.
I originally planned Mar del Plata to be a short stop of a few days to re-provision the boat. However, late in the passage from Cabedelo I had a serious failure – the u-bolt that attaches to the clew of the mainsail broke so when the sail was fully deployed the clew was flying free – not good. I had to roll in the sail to the first reef to keep it under control. Even so, the tension on the clew along the foot and leach of the sail was lost. It wasn’t possible to attempt a repair or even investigate what had happened since the boom is high above the cockpit and I have to use an extension ladder I have on board to climb up there to look at the clew attachment u-bolt. I wasn’t going to try to set up the ladder while rolling around at sea. When I finally was tied to the dock at YCA I climbed up there and found that one side of the stainless steel u-bolt that’s tied to the clew had sheared off so the clew slipped off the bolt. It’s a substantial u-bolt so I was really surprised if sheared off the way it did. Anyway, one at the dock I was immediately engaged to trying to find a fix. Just getting the boom furling drum apart to remove the broken u-bolt took a video sent to me by Schaefer, the boom manufacturer. Since a replacement u-bolt is not available locally, we will use a temporary fix with a soft shackle made from spectra line, strong stuff and ought to suffice until I can get the replacement u-bolt from Schaefer and install it. The upside, I suppose, if there is one, is that I now know the Schaefer furling boom construction much better than before. I hope to get the bush fix in and be on my way next Tuesday or Wednesday. From the blogs I’ve read by other cruising boats, it’s pretty routine to periodically have to fix broken things. Maybe I’ve been lucky before this point in having no major problems.
The marina at Mar del Plata is not in the greatest part of town. And for some reason none of the ATM’s will accept my card so I’ve been here several days with no Argentine pesos in my pocket. My card has worked in restaurants and shops but I’m pretty sure I will need pesos to pay for the boom repairs. I’ll have to track down to a money changer somewhere in this town.
I decided to take a break from living on the boat and booked a couple of nights in an ocean view room at a hotel that’s walking distance from the marina, where I am this morning. The hotel also has fast wifi, unlike the marina, so I can update all the apps and charts on my iPads and iPhone and download a bunch more books.
I’ve found a fairly large supermercado for provisions but I’ll have to use an Uber to transport the pile of supplies back to the marina. I have a long list since will, in part, be shopping for the passage to Antarctica as well. The shops in Puerto Williams, the jumping off point for sailing to Antarctica, apparently have just basic things. Puerto Williams is a small town, population about 2200, so no supermercados.
This past week of sailing has been challenging, with the strongest winds and roughest seas I have encountered since beginning this voyage. There was a strong high pressure system sitting off the coast of Brazil creating gale force winds and 3-4 meter seas. There were continuing warning messages about it day after day in the weather forecast. Rather than go close along coast where the winds might be weaker, as some of the routing algorithms suggested, I opted to stay far offshore and skirt the gale area sailing due south rather than following the coastline westward. The wind forecast files showed somewhat weaker winds farther east. Though this would lengthen my passage to Mar del Plata, dealing with less wind and no nearby shoreline with possible hazards made it worth it.
For 5 days I had 25-30 knot winds on the port beam or slightly aft, gusting to over 35 knots during frequent rain squalls. The seas were running at 3 meters making for a very rolly ride. It was an effort to move around the boat and prepare meals. I had 3 reefs in the mainsail and just a small triangle for a headsail (more than 3 reefs) to try to balance the helm. I was making good speed but not exactly in the direction I wanted to go. I tried to take this in stride as a preview of rough conditions I’m sure to encountered farther south.
On Friday afternoon these conditions finally moderated, pretty much as the forecast predicted, and the wind backed toward the north. The high wind-high seas warning messages in the forecast are now gone. I gradually turned off my southernly heading toward the southwest. Last night the sky was clear enough that I saw the sunset for the first time in nearly a week.
This morning, Sunday, I jibed over to a starboard tack and set a course over ground (COG) of 235 degrees that takes me straight to Mar del Plata. There are just under 900 nm to go. The forecast calls for a stretch of dead air (no wind) I’ll have to motor across. Hopefully no difficult weather systems pop up on my route during the next 8 days it will take to get to MDP.
I’ve occupied myself by reading, actually re-reading novels stored on my iphone that I read years ago. They seem like new books, the stories only vaguely familiar, but none of the details. I’ve also been reading the cruising guidebooks I have for going southbound along the Argentine coast, through the Le Maire Strait and into the Beagle Channel westbound, about 1200 nm sailing distance from MDP.
Besides reprovisioning and resting, one of the main reasons for the stop in MDP is to assess the weather forecasts for this 1200 nm passage. The Argentine coast is subject to fast moving cold fronts with very strong winds (pamperos) that roar unabated across the flat plains (pampas) of Patagonia from the Andes. I certainly had my experiences with these winds when I flew my plane through Patagonia in 2013 and 2014.
I would like to avoid these cold fronts/squall lines if possible but if not I’ll have to heave-to (stop sailing and point the boat 45-50 degrees off the wind). The boat will drift more or less downwind at 1 to 2 knots. Every boat heaves-to differently. I experimented with Phywave a week ago but with only 15 knots of wind. Two reefs in the mainsail, no headsail, and rudder tied down hard to lee seemed to balance the boat with a drift of about 120- 135 degrees off the wind direction. I don’t know how well this setup will work in 40-50 knots of wind I might expect from a pampero. Typically the front passes in 12 hours, though sometimes it may be longer. At least the winds will generally will be out of the west so the drift direction will be out to sea and open water rather than toward the shore which would be a definite hazard. There are also a few anchorages where I might be able to take shelter with enough warning. Generally, though, it’s better to take my chances in open water rather than attempt a uncertain run to an anchorage. Closed up tight, the boat’s not going to take on water so it’s a matter of finding a configuration where it rides reasonably stable until the front passes.
Passing through the Le Maire Strait is a completely separate challenge of finding the right wind-tidal current combination. I’ll discuss that in some later post.
I left Marina Jacare Village on Tuesday morning, November 22, and made my way north along the Paraiba River for a few miles before turning seaward in the narrow, marked channel passing the north end of the pennisula where the town of Cabedelo is actually located. Slack tide had just passed so I was slowed by a building flood current.
Jacare is a old, fairly undeveloped area situated on the river bank about 4 miles south of Cabedelo and 5 miles north of Joao Pessoa, a much larger and more stylish city with high-rise condos overlooking seemingly endless expanses of white sand beaches. With an international airport, it is an up and coming city in Brazil. Hiway BR320 runs north-south down the center of the pennisula from the industrial Port of Cabedelo through Jacare into Joao Pessoa and further south. The ocean (beach) side of the hiway is where the new developments are happening, with upscale shops and condos while the western side of the hiway facing the river is rundown and impoverished in many places, including the neighborhood immediately around the marina. Nonetheless, Jacare is where all the pleasure boats are, both locals and visitors like me.
There is a restaurant/bar at the marina open for lunch and dinner. It was the best place to eat within walking distance so I ate there often. Most of the patrons were people off the the boats in the marina. Of the 14-16 boats in the marina (which could hold maybe 30) only about 8 had people staying on board. Two left while I was there leaving a pretty small group that hung out in the restaurant/bar. There was a English father-son crew who arrived 2 days before me from Mindelo in the Cape Verde Islands. They had damaged sails and luckily found a competent sailmaker to get them fixed. There were headed for Cape Town. Interestingly, there was a parapeligic English guy, Tom, and his Canadian girlfriend Hannah who were sailing a large, custom-designed catamaran that accommodated Tom’s condition. In 2021, with other crew, he had sailed it across the Atlantic from Europe to the Caribbean. With Hannah, and a few others at times, they had sailed from the Caribbean to Cabedelo. They plan to head south to the Beagle Channel so I may see them again at some point.
The first day and half out from Cabedelo the winds were light and variable, often headwinds, so I tacked several times trying to make useful progress. By Wednesday night the winds settle in from the northeast so I could set the boat up for a port side broad reach and make good progress. With winds in the 15-18 knot range I was getting boat speeds of 6-7 knots which is good for a boat like Phywave. Before today I had sunny conditions and was able to recharge my batteries from the solar panels, primarily, and the wind generator secondarily. In direct sun the solar panel with produce 25- 30 Amps. It takes 20 knots of relative wind for the wind generator to produce 8-10 Amps.
Today, Saturday, the sky is overcast with scattered cloud buildups and intermittent light rain showers. A squall line is looming 6 miles to the east as I write this. I’m still making good progress south but I expect more cloudy, volatile weather over the next few days. I will definitely be using the generator tonight to recharge boat batteries.
I arrived in Cabedelo, Brazil, on the morning of November 14, 2022, completing my second Atlantic crossing. Since leaving Norfolk, VA, on August 2 I’ve crossed the Atlantic twice, landed on three continents, visited 5 ports, and put 6880 nm under the keel of my boat Phywave. I’m now stern-tied in Marina Jacare Village, a small, friendly marina on the east bank of the Paraiba River. The drawback is it’s pretty isolated. The immigration and customs I had to visit are miles away north at the Port of Cabedelo while the Port Authority (navy) is in Joao Pessoa several miles to the south.
Yacht crews usually take taxis to these locations which must be visited both on arrival and departure. I rented a car to make it all easier and gave a lift to these places to a British father-son crew who arrived a day before me and will leave for Cape Town next week. The nearest ATM is a 25 minute walk from the marina, the nearest supermarket even further. Getting clean diesel also requires a trip to a nearby gas station with jerry cans. I don’t know what the rental car place will say when I return the car with a faint odor of diesel inside. With all the running around prepping the boat for the next passage I really haven’t had much chance to enjoy the place, Many of the chores are now done so I’ll have a few days to relax.
My original route plan as posted on the website map showed me stopping in Uruguay, and I also thought of sailing directly from Cabedelo to Puerto Williams, a 3500 nm passage. I’ve now decided to sail from here to Mar del Plata, Argentina, about 2400 miles and good way to break up the passage to Puerto Williams. It will leave about 1100 nm to Puerto Williams but perhaps more importantly, will be good place to jump on a fair weather window for passage along the Argentina coast which is sometimes subject to challenging wind and sea conditions. I’ve already made contact with a marina at Mar del Plata who are happy to welcome me there, and happy to email me in English since my Spanish is pretty limited.