Sailin the San Blas
Trip Start Sep 09, 2010
31Trip End Apr 03, 2012
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We were part of an 8 person "crew." Along with us and our trusty co-captains, there were 4 Aussie kids, and a Dutch and German couple. With such a small amount of space for 10 people on the boat, it didn't take long to get to know our captains and fellow crew members. (Unfortunately, it didn't take long for us to tire of their smelly smoking habits either... Mom and I were amongst the minority of non-smokers aboard; since George and Sandra were smokers themselves, it didn't seem to occur to them to mind enforcing the "smoke only downwind" rule
We were anchored for much of the first 3 days, in various spots among the islands. With the dingy excursions with George, we set foot on three separate islands, each with names so hard to pronounce I won't even attempt to spell them. They were gorgeous though, pure tropical paradises, each and every one. The water surrounding us was the clearest, warmest sea water I have even been in. In some places it was downright hot! There was a shipwreck about 50m off of one island. We walked along a sandbar out to the deserted yacht
In the middle of the 3rd night, we were woken up by one of the Aussie's loud, incoherent, and utterly deathly sounding moans. You see, he is diabetic. He was having a severe hypoglycemic episode, to the point of near coma. It carried on for at least an hour if not two. No one knew what to do, and he was too far gone to tell anyone what he needed. George was tearing through all the guy's bags, trying to find his blood-testing kit (at that point no one knew if his sugar was high or low or what exactly was going on!). The guy's friends were pouring sugary soda down his throat, along with glucose tablets, and all the while he continued with the moaning and wailing and...oh my gosh it was scary! George started up the engine on the boat
It was a long hot crossing. It was a trip once we got far enough out to where I could see no land. With the sun beating and reflecting relentlessly on us, we all scrambled and fought to sit in the few incehs of shade on deck. As night fell, I experienced cooking dinner in a sweltering 1.5m square kitchen on a moving stove as the swells grew. (An experience I wouldn't mind if I never had again.) The waters got downright rough in the middle of the night, and in the oven-like conditions that were our cabin, I remember having some pretty crazy dreams about flying out of control. I have no doubt that my being tossed around in bed had everything to do with that. A couple times I heard the motor turn off and George working with tools in amongst the engine parts. A little un-nerving, but--half asleep--I was able to keep my faith. Twenty-seven hours after setting sail, we arrived in Cartagena. Our top priorities upon arrival: checking into a hotel with AC, cooling off, and getting a shower!