[Re-posting a lost post from December 3rd. Ignore that whole thing below about the "wonders of my Kindle," although the problem was Blogger, not the Kindle.]
Through the wonders of my Kindle, I am posting from a remote cape off of the coast of Colombia, Cabo de la Vela. Cape of the Sail (I think). We are definitely not in Kansas (or the Eastern Caribbean, as it were) any more. The terrain here at the cape is dry and cool,
windswept desert, brown with a bit of green scrub spotting the hillside. The water is noticeably cooler as well. There is a big, rough hewn cross up on the hill. And no longer do we have a guidebook covering every inch of every island. There are dugout canoes on shore (which unfortunately we saw someone use to bring in a large sea turtle from a net this mornng).
It typically blows hard on the north coast of Colombia, in the 25-35 knot range. Some people who circle the world experience some of the strongest winds of the entire trip here. But right now there is some weather off of the Dominican Republic that is killing most of the wind in the Caribbean so we are seeing only about 10-12 knots right now. It makes it nice to spot marine life, like the small pod of dolphins around our boat yesterday on passage.
One of the boats we are traveling with caught a 52 inch wahoo yesterday before we arrived in Cabo de la Vela, so all three boats gathered last night for a delicious dinner of grilled wahoo, rice,
mango salsa, guacamole, and watermelon salad (a la Aunt Kate). With brownies for dessert. 8 adults and 6 kids, and a good time was had by all.
From here we will do an overnight sail to Santa Marta, where we will rest over night before our final jump to Cartagena. So that should put us in Cartagena on Thursday.