Sailing South
It's a little known fact that in Guatamala you actually have to ask for an entry stamp, but if you plan to exit via boat, you need an entry stamp to get an exit stamp. To get this, you of course need to drive the 2 hours each way back to the border, bribe the customs man to please do his job, hand him 100 Quetzals (8 to the dollar) and await your beautiful blue stamp. This being done, you head back north, only so you can head back south, only this time by water. How convienant it all is!
Sailing south there was an unusual headwind slowing our progression, but allowing us to go directly into a thunderstorm that lit our way, much like a stobe light, for the next six hours as lightning crashed into the sea all around us. In the morning there was nothing but the reflection of the clouds on a sea of glass. Dolphins greated us and played briefly in the bow wake before deciding we were too slow. Turtles mated around us, preparing for their trip to shore. The likes of El Salvador and Honduras sillouted in the sunrise. 
Ah, El Salvador, where when driving north, a bandit tried to stop our car with a ski mask and shot gun. Ah, Honduras where I constantly refer to the country as "we", not quite ready to admit I don't live there anymore. Then, on the south end of the bay is Nicaragua. My newest
home. The engine dies. The wind dies. We drift, the finally sail, but never get the engine working again. With luck the wind is favorable to get us part way into the estuary marina at Puesta del Sol. Part way doesn't really cut is against a four knot ebbing current and we get a tow in by one of the only harbor crews in the country. This is no small time marina!
It is in fact a 5 star resort. So while we try to fix the moter, we drink endless amounts of ice water in an attempt to stay cool, while watching the fish jump and the fishermen in pangas go after them. Three days passed, no moter so we drive back south.
Typical sailing trip. Right?
Sailing south there was an unusual headwind slowing our progression, but allowing us to go directly into a thunderstorm that lit our way, much like a stobe light, for the next six hours as lightning crashed into the sea all around us. In the morning there was nothing but the reflection of the clouds on a sea of glass. Dolphins greated us and played briefly in the bow wake before deciding we were too slow. Turtles mated around us, preparing for their trip to shore. The likes of El Salvador and Honduras sillouted in the sunrise. 
Ah, El Salvador, where when driving north, a bandit tried to stop our car with a ski mask and shot gun. Ah, Honduras where I constantly refer to the country as "we", not quite ready to admit I don't live there anymore. Then, on the south end of the bay is Nicaragua. My newest
home. The engine dies. The wind dies. We drift, the finally sail, but never get the engine working again. With luck the wind is favorable to get us part way into the estuary marina at Puesta del Sol. Part way doesn't really cut is against a four knot ebbing current and we get a tow in by one of the only harbor crews in the country. This is no small time marina!
It is in fact a 5 star resort. So while we try to fix the moter, we drink endless amounts of ice water in an attempt to stay cool, while watching the fish jump and the fishermen in pangas go after them. Three days passed, no moter so we drive back south.
Typical sailing trip. Right?
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