Laguna Bluefield of the Valente peninsula, got the name from Dutch sailors “blauveldt”.

That’s were we went yesterday. Prior to departure I cleaned keels and rudders. Tob joined in the water to see work needed to done.

After a quick freshwater shower he started making breakfast and I prepared MaRe.

Breakfast. Anchor up. Departure. Tob got MaRe on the right course and steered; he really is good in that.

A bit of exercise in the cockpit to keep our legs strong.

When we were about an NM away from the destination, we got wind. The first sailing wine since long. The remaining distance was too short for getting the gennaker up. But we pulled out the genoa and gain a bit more than half a knot on speed.

We dropped the anchor about 150 m E of Bahia Azul where there is a small settlement. The anchorage about 200 from the lush green of the jungle is nice. Quiet. Only the sound of birds. Less than once in an hour we hear a motorboat. But we hear the sound of local people talking to each other from one kajukus to another.

Shortly after we were at anchor, the first dugout boats, kajukus, came by. Young people being curious and trying to sell fruits. We bought some bananas for surely to much money.

Several more kajukus came trying to sell us something. Alfonso from the settlement at Bahia Azul offered us even a kajuku. For whatever reason he had 2 to sell.

A lady came with her daughter from the other side of the lagoon; about 2 km away to offer us coconuts oil. I still have a full bottle… For me the interesting thing was to watch the girl and her skills to use the paddle in various ways to keep the boat in the position her mother told her. Learning from childhood by growing up with daily usage of a kajukus enables such skills.

Another guy offered us his catch of spiny lobsters. About 5 – 10 for 15 USD. Too many for us and Tob hesitated. On top of that we had already food for tonight. When I thanked the guy for the offer the price went down to 10 USD. At the end he asked for a book in English or Spanish. I have no books to give away on board, but gave him an English sailing magazine. He was happy, which made me happy as well.

A few boats more came just to talk with us. In such a situations I would like to speak good Spanish to learn more about them.

Tob started to catch a fish. But fishes didn’t like the lures Tob tried. No fish tonight. Only roasted potatoes, with corned beef, scrambled eggs as “Schiebeeier” and an excellent tomato & yellow bell peppers. Tob really makes excellent salads!

“Schiebeeier” is word my cousin Nik created while we sailed from Cuba to Panama. It refers to the way our grandmother made scrambled eggs. I learned it from grandmother and Nik learned it from her father because grandmother passed away many years before Nik was born. We both agreed that “Schiebeeier” are most delicious way to make scrambled eggs.

Then a squall approached us from the other side of the bay. We decided to close the cockpit. Good decision because a lot of rain came down on us. It was so much that Tob started to take rain shower. I followed. At the mats at the bow there was so much rainwater that we could take a perfect rainwater shower. Clean for the night. The first one at Bahia Azul, a place without mobile phone network thus no internet.