September 30, 2012
Saying Good Bye

September 15, 2012
Reflections on Our 27 Year Circumnavigation

September 1, 2012
Sea of Cortez Sailing

August 15, 2012
Back to the Sea of Cortez

August 1, 2012
After Circumnavigation: What to Take, What to Leave Behind

July 15, 2012
Mexican Booby Trap

July 1, 2012
Tackling the Tehuantepec

June 14, 2012
Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala and Mexico

June 1, 2012
Sailing northern Costa Rica and Nicargua

May 15, 2012
Costa Rican Cruising

May 1, 2012
New Found Friends in Golfito, Costa Rica

April 15, 2012
It’s a Jungle Out There

April 1, 2012
Hunting and Gathering in Panama

March 15, 2012
Money.... Money.... Money

March 1, 2012
Feel Free Transits the Panama Canal

February 15, 2012
Transiting the Panama Canal

February 1, 2012
Feel Free is Back in the Pacific

January 15, 2012
Charter Skipper for a Week

January 1, 2012
Confessions of a Charter Cat Chef

December 15, 2011
Away to the Andamans Part 2

December 1, 2011

November 15, 2011
Sailing in a Freshwater Paradise

November 1, 2011
To Barf or not to Barf, that is the question

October 14, 2011
Remarkable Cruisers

October 3, 2011
The Sea of Cortez, Another World

September 15, 2011
Panama Canal Here We Come

September 1, 2011
Sailing for Humanity

August 15, 2011
A Hard Lesson on the Hard and Reflections on Boat Work

August 1, 2011
Here Come the Lion Fish

July 15, 2011
The Joy of Books

July 1, 2011
The Sailors of San Blas

June 15, 2011
The Good Life in Kuna Yala

June 1, 2011
The Dirt Dweller in Paradise

May 15, 2011
People of the San Blas, Then and Now

May 1, 2011
Cruising in Kuna Yala

April 15, 2011
Near Disaster in the San Blas

April 1, 2011
At Last in the San Blas

March 15, 2011
Chilling Out in Cholon

March 1, 2011
Ah, Cartagena!

February 15, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 2

February 1, 2011
Cruising the Cape Horn of the Caribbean Part 1

January 14, 2011
Aruban Interlude

December 30, 2010
Hunkering Down for a Hurricane

December 15, 2010
A Day in the Life - Our Passage to Aruba

December 1, 2010
Stuck in Curacao

November 15, 2010
Stormy Night Sailing

November 1, 2010
Sailing In The Sticks

October 15, 2010
Safety, Security and Circumnavigating with some tips on how to stay safe

October 4, 2010
Feel Free Transits The Suez Canal

September 15, 2010
Red Sea Sailing

September 1, 2010
FEEL FREEs Voyage Into the Red Sea

August 15, 2010
And just a little further, to Curacao

August 1, 2010
Bonaire Diving

July 15, 2010
Then To Bonaire

July 1, 2010
Cruising Remote Venezuelan Isles

June 15, 2010
Cruising St. Vincent

June 1, 2010
Right Place, Right Time

May 15, 2010
The Spice Isle

May 1, 2010
To the Grenadines

April 15, 2010
We Be In Barbados Mon

April 1, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part II

March 15, 2010
Atlantic Passage Part 1

March 1, 2010
Provisioning for the Atlantic Crossing

February 15, 2010
Atlantic Crossing Preparations

February 1, 2010
Cruising the Canary Islands

January 15, 2010
Out Of Africa

January 1, 2010
Come With Me To The High Atlas Mountains.............

December 15, 2009
Two Years Of Mediterranean Sailing

December 1, 2009
Moving On To Morocco

November 18, 2009
Leaving The Med

November 13, 2009
Reaching The Rock Of Gibraltar Milestone

October 15, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del Sol

October 1, 2009
Sailing Spains Costa del High-rise

September 15, 2009
Sailing The Spanish Isles

September 1, 2009
At Sea Or On The Hook, These Recipes Travel Well

August 15, 2009
An Interlude At Menorca

August 1, 2009
A Pleasant Passage To Menorca

July 15, 2009
The Agony And Ecstasy Of The Tunisian Coast

July 1, 2009
Tripping Around Tunisia

June 15, 2009
Tales From North Africa

June 1, 2009
Dont Freak If Your Fridge Fails

May 15, 2009
Into Africa

May 1, 2009
Meandering Around Malta, Then Off To Tunisia

April 15, 2009
Low-Tech DIY Ideas For The New Economy

April 1, 2009
The Med Set A Few Cruiser Profiles

March 15, 2009
That Sinking Feeling

March 1, 2009
Thailand to Oman: Three Passages, Three Ports

February 15, 2009
Doing Hard Time in Malta

February 1, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 2

January 15, 2009
Pirate Alley Part 1

January 2, 2009
So Many Islands, So Little Time

December 15, 2008
Cruising With The Bear

December 1, 2008
Versatile Vinegar, The Boaters Friend

November 15, 2008
What I Did In This Summer -- Dock Masters In paradise

November 1, 2008
Over The Top Of Oz

October 16, 2008
The Tumultuous Tasman

October 1, 2008
Sweet Memories Of The Splendid Surins

September 15, 2008
And Then We Were In Malta

September 1, 2008
Feel Frees Siracusan Story

August 15, 2008
The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

August 1, 2008
All Tied Up In The Ionians

July 15, 2008
A Greek Odyssey Our Journey to Ithaca

July 1, 2008
Anatomy of a Near Catastrophe

June 15, 2008
Good-bye Turkey, Hello Greece

June 1, 2008
More Winter Cruising in Turkey

May 15, 2008
Winter Cruising in Turkey

April 15, 2008
Talking Turkey: Marmaris Marina Living

April 15, 2008
The Joy Of The Side Trip

April 1, 2008
Return to Marmaris, And The Budget

March 15, 2008
Passing Time And Dodging The Meltemi

March 1, 2008
Home Sweet Home

February 15, 2008
A Little Working, A Little Cruising

February 1, 2008
Working Our Way Around The World

January 15, 2008
Welcome Aboard Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Liz Tosonis and Tom Morkins Feel Free

January 1, 2008
About Tom Morkin and Liz Tosoni

January 1, 2008
About Feel Free

January 1, 2008
Voyage Itinerary

June 1, 2012
Sailing northern Costa Rica and Nicargua

By Tom Morkin

We savored our last night at anchor in the nearly landlocked Bahia Santa Elena, our last bay in Costa Rica, because we knew that beginning the next day we’d be dealing with strong Papagayo winds along the Nicaragua coast.

Papagayos, more aptly “Gap winds,” are basically the accelerated trade winds that funnel through the narrow and low-lying areas of Central America from December to April. Although much of Central America is mountainous, gaps exist in places like the Bay of Panama, northern Costa Rica, the entire 150 miles of Nicaragua’s west coast and the southern part of El Salvador. The biggest and most treacherous gap area though, lies in southern Mexico’s Gulf of Tehuantepec, home of the infamous Tehuantepec winds, unlovingly referred to as “T Peckers” in the boating world. We’re still four countries and a few hundred miles from the Gulf, so we’ll deal with that later.

We had already been introduced to the Papagayo winds of northern Costa Rica, bashing into 20-25 knots going from Playa del Cocos to Bahia Santa Elena, a distance of 33 miles, much of it directly into the wind. The good news was our course from then on — and all the way to Mexico — was to be more westerly, and the Papagayos blow predominantly from northeast to east, a much better wind angle.

As we were readying to weigh anchor from Bahia Santa Elena, our last anchorage in Costa Rica for Nicaragua, both Feel Free and our buddies on Bag End were visited by a small fishing boat. It turned out to be the same fishermen we met the previous night who requested and received from us a couple of spark plugs to get their 40 year old outboard motor started.

They were successful not only with the motor but with the night’s fishing. Their boat was loaded with fish. With a big smile, one of the three men handed both me and Don on Bag End a five to six pound mackerel- a fine going away present from Costa Rica.

Out of Bahia Santa Elena and into the Gulf of Santa Elena, the winds went from five knots from the northwest to 20 knots from the northeast like someone flicked a switch. The wind was 70 degrees off the starboard bow and with just a single-reefed in main and the staysail, we were looking at six and seven knots and best of all, flat seas.

The sixes and sevens soon morphed into eight and nine knots (that’s 9.9 knots on the meter) and the boat got decidedly tippy and the conditions gusty. By the time we were within five miles of San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua, and within one mile of shore, the occasional gust hit 40 knots.

Feel Free responded by heeling over and rounding up into the gusts. Initially, I mistakenly assumed that the autopilot couldn’t respond fast enough to keep the boat on course. This was when I disconnected “Benny,” our autopilot, to hand steer. I tried to turn the wheel hard to port- away from the wind only to find the wheel was already at the stop. It was already turned to port, but the boat insisted on going to starboard. For 90 seconds with the wind blowing 40 knots the boat refused to respond to the helm. My first thought was the steering system had failed and visions of various levels of unhappiness invaded my consciousness.

Mercifully, these unwelcome visions disappeared when gusts abated and the boat responded by turning away from the wind. The steering system was okay, the boat just experienced extreme weather helm. The solution: just ease the mainsheet to let the boom and mainsail out. Gee, you would think that with all the miles we put on this boat, we’d know better.

We soon rounded the bold headland on the southeast side of the beautiful, crescent-shaped bay of San Juan del Sur Nicaragua. To the northwest were even higher bluffs complete with a Rio de Janeiro-like statue of the Christ figure overlooking the seaside town.

It was only a 21 mile passage, and a fast one at that, but we were beat. We were happy, though, to be in the gorgeous bay, as windy as it was, our anchor securely attached to the sandy bottom. It could only have been better if someone had turned the fan off.

Two hours and a couple of drinks after our arrival, while still at the dinner table happily eating the mackerel kindly donated by the Costa Rican fishermen, we see a 26 foot panga (an open boat powered by a 60 hp outboard engine) with no less than six uniformed men heading to our boat. This was our Nicaraguan welcoming committee. This committee consisted of three representatives from the navy, two from the Port Captain’s office and one from the Immigration Department. Despite this arrival in the middle of our dinner, the little voice inside my head told me not to tell them to come back after our dinner. Oh no, in fact, we responded the same way we always do when we are approached by officious looking folks carrying guns. We put on our happy faces, look like we’ve been waiting for them forever and extend a most cordial but insincere welcome aboard.

This boarding party responded in the same cordial (and possibly insincere) way. Within 20 seconds, five of these officials were on board, jack boots and all. While the representatives from the Port Captain and Immigration offices brought out their stack of forms to be completed, the Navy boys pored through the boat opening lockers, drawers and cupboards searching for guns and drugs. After finding nothing incriminating, their dispositions improved markedly.

They were aboard for about 30 minutes in total, very polite the entire time, even borderline jovial. They extracted about $50 from us, some for the Port Captain, some for Immigration. Only the navy went away none the richer. I didn’t offer a tip!

The good part of this event was that when they finished with us, we were checked into the country with our passports stamped. No spending half a day or more running from one office to another as is so often the case, especially in Latin American countries.

Our four days in lovely San Juan del Sur were punctuated by the incessant 25 to 30 knot Papagayo winds. One day, the wind was so strong we were afraid to leave the boat unattended, for fear of dragging, so we stayed on board. The other days, though, we went ashore to hike the surrounding hills, always with our new good buddies, Don and Nancy of Bag End, to shop and to eat tacos. We often found ourselves heading to some vantage point where we could look out on the anchorage to reassure ourselves that our homes weren’t floating off to the Philippines.

When it became apparent that the wind just wasn’t going away, we decided we would. So at the crack of dawn on the fifth day in San Juan we single reefed the main and rode the Papagayo express all the way along the remainder of the Nicarguan coast to the Gulf of Fonseca and the border with Honduras and El Salvador. What a ride it was- fast and flat- the wind on the starboard beam, only one or two miles offshore with guaranteed minimal fetch and small waves. The Papagayos lasted almost to the border.

Those Papagayo winds that were once our adversary in northern Costa Rica and southern Nicaragua had morphed into a welcome force of nature after their direction shifted from north northeast to east. As we approached the Gulf of Fonseca and the Honduran coast, the land mass separating the Caribbean from the Pacific increased, causing the Papagayos to decrease to the point that we were disappointed to consider the effects were soon to be finished and soon therefore, Feel Free would have to transform from sailboat to power boat.

We learned from a local that this Rio de Janeiro-like statue of Christ, overlooking the San Juan del Sur harbor, was erected by a Sandanista General in thanks to God for having allowed him to survive a prostate cancer ordeal.

Our last souvenir from Nicaragua.