12/20/14 - Woke up to a beautiful sunny day. The wind was still and so was the jungle around me. While I was pulling of sail covers and readying the boat to move I heard a large, "whoosh" sound just behind me. I looked just in time to see the huge rounded tail of a manatee diving. I'd heard the locals had hunted them to extinction. At least one still swims in this long valley.
Just after 7 a.m. Jargo started the long motor downstream. I forgot just how gorgeous this canyon can be. The steep cliff walls are draped in green. The dense jungle is cut by the vertical trunk of the trees but they are all covered in vines. As the trunks reach for the sky the vines ooze down towards the river. The blanket of green is awe inspiring. For 25 miles Jargo motors with the river current. As we pull out of the jungle canyon the lively town of Livingston comes into view. The river meets the sea here and anchoring is an interesting chore. The wind is blowing from the sea but the current is too strong for the wind to oppose. Jargo rides bow pointing upstream where she has just come from with a breeze over her stern. Launching the dingy means dropping the boat into the river as she hangs from the stern davits. I fear she will swamp, but the heavy air filled tubes keep her afloat until I can free her to drift bow too.
Clearing is a breeze and I am free of the city in minutes. I stop for cigarettes which I quit smoking over a year ago. That and toilet paper. Not something you want to do without. I can feel a weeks tension drop from my shoulders and I pull out and across the shallow sand bar at the river entrance. Jargo's keel just barley scrapes the sand, but we never bog down. She and I both float higher back in the salt sea. Unburdened now with leaving the marina and river town I relax. I want to sleep, but not yet.
The first night is calm. Gentle winds and I motor out of Honduras Bay. I'd rather be sailing, but am also relieved. No winds means no midnight sail changes. I can reacclimatize slowly to this floating home I've forsaken for nine months. Sleep hits hard when it does and I am slow to rise to the first watch alarm 90 minutes after I lay down my head. It is the same rinse and repeat until the alarm sounds at 6:30 a.m. This time I am up. All is well, but maybe I can catch a little breeze. No chance. Back to bed for a nap after a few hours watch, a thick black mug of coffee, and breakfast tacos. I forgot just how good corned beef can be. Especially when fried well with eggs and rolled in the last minute purchase of street fired tortillas before leaving Livingston.
The engine grumbles on all day. A few brief stops to test the sails on their own, but I am too slow without the iron jib. A storm is headed toward Mexico. I must beat it in or pay the price. I'd rather burn the diesel than confirm I still know how to handle a gale at sea. Belize and its offshore atolls pass by during the day and night. I suffer some nostalgia from my last trip. Maybe I can squeeze a few days on my return this way to stop again. Honestly, I don't know if I care to come this way again.
12/21/14 - Slowly, with exquisite pleasure, the sun transforms my pale, translucent skin to opaque. Small white puffball cumulus clouds scud across the sky combining shadow and light on Jargo's deck. The tropical sun beats down on my exposed skin with a heat I've missed. A gentle 10 knot breeze blows across the boat from the east cooling my being in direct contrast to the radiance of the sun. I've hungered for this transition unknowingly. I'd been removed too long from the simply joy of a calm sea, warm sun, and gentle breeze.
Waking this morning for the final time I came on deck at 07:30. I stepped into the embracing sunlight and instantly wanted to swim. At that hour the breeze that pushes me along now had not yet made itself known. I should have taken the chance when I could. Overwhelming was a sense of well being. A gentle one to two foot sea lapped at Jargo's side while a 5 knot breeze combined with Jargo's motor pushed us along through the calm blue sea. Slowly the breeze built, almost imperceptibly, until I could shut down the motor and ghost along. At sea, miles from land or hazards, out of reach of interruption, I am finding peace again. The blue salty sea, the golden sun, the gentle rush of Jargo through the swell are healing. It is pleasant beyond description.
12/30/14 Mega yachts and tourists launches make it difficult to balance. My sea legs are slow to return. The sun just dropped below the horizon, but I must swim. Must shake off the salt accumulated from the days sweat. It is ritual. Head tilted back, arms reach as high as possible behind me, the shoulders pop and stretch. I feel every inch of my body in the fading light. Stretching up, making myself as long as possible my legs coil and spring of their own accord. It is a short flight punctuated with a salt water landing. It is bliss to be in the sea. Stretching, swimming, diving. Letting the salt water wash the salt sweat from my body.
This visit to Isla Mujeres has been a continual reunion. Old friends from my first visit mix with sailors from ports of old. Christmas day mixes the sailors with the locals for a pot luck dinner. So nice to have a turkey and ham. My biscuits were not such a huge hit, but I was limited with year old ingredients. My provisioning didn't really happen until the last two days. The work has been intense, but I am as ready as I can be on a 40 year old boat. Isla invites you in, keeps you as long as you need, then turns you loose when it is time. My visits are getting shorter and shorter. I seek the back waters. The hidden beaches and islands not yet grinding in the rumor mill. The places where the secret is not yet out.
Tomorrow morning I'll push the boat through some deep water. The miles are not so long, but destination is a world apart. Jargo is full to the brim of food, fuel, and water because I don't know when I'll have the opportunity to do so again. Store shelves hang empty. Internet is all but nonexistent. Updates will not be forthcoming. It's been many years since I've found myself travelling in a country that posed a real struggle. I am excited for the adventure.