Nearly as Pretty as Tijuana - June 21, 2002
By The Ithaka - Published June 21, 2002 - Viewed 501 times
By Douglas Bernon More articles by this author
If Providencia is a graceful butterfly, San Andres is one busy little cucaracha. This island, on which we’ve thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, comes across at first as the tacky offspring of some perverse, middle-of-the-night, behind-the-barn tryst between Miami and Tijuana. Take a setting that used to strut its stuff, throw in a dash of down-at-the-heel’s glitz; dust it all with an economy that’s been hyperfueled by cocaine; plop into the harbor the Captain Morgan, a replica pirate ship for sunset cruises; add to that a couple of monstrous seaside hotels that are bathed at night in purple lights. Now you’ve got it: concrete in spandex. Here’s a town where sidewalk potholes are large enough to swallow antelope, where screaming motor scooters imperil all who go foolishly into the night, and drunken jet-ski drivers create 24-hour harbor havoc. In my cosmology there’s a special circle of hell for that ilk, in which thousands of miles from any shore, they sputter out of gas and toss for eternity in the worst of waves.
|Bernadette at the dramatic bronze fish sculpture that graces one of the crossroads in the town of San Andres, and became one of our landmarks to find our way around town.
In its current incarnation, San Andres is the vacation get-away for mainland Colombians who’ve signed up for inexpensive, group-charter flights. They descend on this formerly duty-free port with the crazed hope they’ll find bargains of a lifetime. No way. But on they march, bikini-clad, through store after store, ogling washing machines, coffee makers, Mont Blanc pens, Lladro figurines, cameras, and watches. We’re not sure why folks come here for these products, because after 1994, the duty-free status went kaput, but maybe no one on the mainland got the memo. Local merchants with whom we made friends tell us—somewhat unnecessarily when you look at half-finished, deteriorating buildings—that, economically, San Andres is on a downhill slide. The serious tourist season only exists here around Easter and Christmas, and the rest of the year the Arab shopkeepers (many of the women are still in chandoors) who own most of the electronic and grocery stores are hurting.
|In one of the terrific local grocery stores, you can buy everything from imported olives and prosciutto, to aerosol cans containing elixirs that will rid your house of bad spirits, help you to make more money, bless you with benedictions, and improve your sexual powers. This is still an island of contrasts between the past and the present; some locals still believe in Santería.
Our favorite restaurant, to which we’ve worn a path on the sidewalk, is La Fonda. It’s only about a five-minute walk from the dinghy dock at Club Náutico on Punta Paraíso, off which we’re anchored. (Náutico’s membership is $10 for visiting boats, and that includes free water fill-ups, a safe dinghy-landing, use of the pool, restaurant, tennis courts, cable television, and a guard at the gate who’ll accept deliveries for you from the grocery markets and liquor stores.) La Fonda may have a limited menu of beans, rice, chicken, pork, and fish in various combinations, but they’re all mouth-wateringly good and the portions exceed generous. The "frijoles con cerdo" for example, consists of a bathtub-sized tureen of red beans in a smoky tomato sauce, a mountain of rice, crisp green salad, and what looks like half a grilled piggy. That’s $4.50. Double shots of rum are about a buck, and a beer is less than that.
|On every street of downtown San Andres are the prideful vendors with their barrows laden with gorgeous local and imported fresh fruits.
|Once outside the downtown tourist hive, we found local people who welcomed us. These ladies had a table of their mouthwatering home-cooked foods, a mammoth plate of which came to less than $2.
|Hot and spicy habanero peppers
- Take 42 habanero peppers (that’s all I could find in a recent shopping excursion)
- Remove and throw away the stems, then chop the peppers finely and leave in the seeds.
- Add 2 tablespoons of ground cumin, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, 4 full heads of finely minced garlic (yes, four whole heads), 1/4 cup of chopped fresh cilantro, 1 cup of finely chopped onion and 1 teaspoon of freshly cracked peppercorns
- Marinate everything in one quart of white vinegar (white balsamic is my favorite) and 1/2 cup fresh lime juice. (Don’t use tomatoes. They seem to soften the bite, and the purpose of this recipe is to test one’s endurance)
- Allow your brew to marinate and sizzle for several hours in a bottle, then enjoy. However, never ever wipe your eyes while making your mix.
|This little fruit may look like a pineapple, but it tastes like ambrosia—a cross between a grape and a kiwi.
|Pomellos are filled with a sweet jell of delicious seeds that we like to spoon over our yogurt or mix with other fruits for a magnificent tropical salad.
|We found that the island is home to a large Rasta population. Gentle people with dreadlocks, and images of Bob Marley were everywhere, as was the sounds of his sweet music.
One of the great pleasures here is that San Andres is a crossroads. For boats coming north from Colón, Cartagena, and the San Blas, this is a place to stop and rest, to reprovision and to connect with the southbound travelers. Last night at dinner, Sand Dollar, Ithaka and Simba (all headed south) marched off to La Fonda in the company of Indara, Lydia B., Dalliance and Restless (all headed north) and today for several hours at Club Náutico together we pored through cruising guides, amended data, traded waypoints, routes, recommended anchorages, sites to avoid at all costs, and tips in general. The boats who’d come south from California and on through the Panama Canal are intensely curious about the conditions in the Caribbean. We devour information on the San Blas.
At these get-togethers cruisers often exchange boat cards. Ours is prosaic, crisp, and understated. No flourishes or photos, but graceful, I think, and clear. I suppose all cards present whom they describe in subtle and sometimes unintended ways. Others can be intentionally over the top, feisty and bold. Today, George and Ginger Robinson, on Dalliance, a Lancer 36, won the card award for most audacious humor in defiance of reality. Along with the usual information—name, e-mail address, homeport—their card includes a cartoon depiction of themselves reclining on lounge chairs under a palm tree, drinks in hand, each of them missing their left leg, which is true. Their logo reads: "Sailing on our own two feet." Bravo, Dalliance!
|Bernadette at the famous blow hole of San Andres. It’s hard to capture in a photo, but the powerful surf comes crashing in here, is forced through a natural tunnel under the rocks, and comes spewing out of a two-foot hole and high up into the air at intense velocity—a dramatic sight, and a wet experience.
San Andres is an island of luxuries. Wonderful Spanish wines, restaurants so plentiful and inexpensive we haven’t cooked dinner on the boat for the past week, and my Commodore has been visiting the pamper-me salons for a facial and massage that are so cheap and beautiful, she claims, that they demand her participation.
|After a couple of days, the tarnished glitz of San Andres began to disappear for us, giving way to the warm soul of the island. (That’s when the place really seemed to grow on Douglas.)|
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