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The Hobbies

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Fishermen at anchor


After a 2-month hiatus, it’s about time I picked-up this blog again!  I’m back on the boat  (in Panama) while our California family starts their long road to partial recovery.  To Ace, Strength, brother; to all of you who own a motorcycle: get rid of it!

 Before starting the chapter on Panama, I’d better close the one on Honduras and the Bay Islands by telling you about a little piece of paradise: The Hobbies.

Leaving the Hobbies on the 90 degree course


 March 24, 2012
The Hobbies (Honduras)

16° 01.85N – 083° 06.18W

 Some 150 miles east of Guanaja sits a group of islands, nothing more than a few spits of sand sprinkling an immense coral reef.  The Hobbies are a snorkeler’s dream.  Getting there from the Bay Islands may, however, be easier said than done since the ride is usually upwind and up current.  In fact, never had we been so shaken up.  After 5 weeks of the most brutal Caribbean weather in the last 10 years, the seas were confused, choppy, and if not more than 4-6’ their pyramidal shape were nonetheless battering Domino’s hull silly.  Within an hour underway, JP was green and feeding the fish, down for the count.  As for me, never seasick, five hours into the carnival ride got me to pop a seasickness pill, just in case!  But as soon as we got into the Hobbies channel, the seas calmed down and it was a glorious final glide into the easy anchorage off of a nameless cay located at 16° 01.85N – 083° 06.18W.

Capt. Chris, a veteran fisherman


Bliss… Ten days of absolute bliss.  If snorkeling 5 hours-a-day and never diving twice the same spot is your thing, this is the place.







  If not, there is still plenty to enjoy: the company of the 2 boys who guard this sand spit and its towering stacks of lobster crates; the trade with local fishermen who anchor for the night before going off to their fishing grounds (a jerrycan of water for a couple of vermillion snappers, some fresh produce and rum for a few conch, lobsters or snappers); the happy hour in company of an occasional cruiser; swarms of frigate birds--these pirate birds-- descending on the island’s boobie colony; and, above all, the stunning color palette of the shimmering reef, at any hour of the day.

Flounder




Catch or trade.... spiny lobster time!

The Iridium SMS jolted us back to the cruel world: our son-in-law was in a coma and we had to get to Bocas del Toro, Panama, and back to the US in a hurry.  As soon as weather permitted (2 days of still nasty weather) we decided to exit directly into the Nicaragua Bank, leaving the island on the 16°01.500N line, going straight East.  The rest of our route south through the Nicaragua Bank was as follows:

Enchatment, safe behind the reef 


16°01.5N - 82°49.8W  - Change to 129°

15°44N - 82°21.7W – Change to 152°

14°38.6N - 81°53.4W – Change to 187°






But at 0300, something happened… both engines died.  BOTH of them, within seconds of each other.  What stupid thing did we do this time???  But, that’s a story foranother day…

Until then…

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