He is back……


So finally he came back….and surprised us all by turning up a day to early….I was happily in bed asleep when there is this knocking going on and saw it was Stewart, told him to piss off and to then hear “it’s your hubby here” Well sure enough, there he was and asking for a glass of wine at 11.30pm…of course! 3 bottles later Stewart left and we crawled to bed. Strange to have somebody next to me again, SNORING!

Next morning kids didn’t realised that he was home even as the biggest bag sat in the middle of the floor and they kept climbing over it. Funny, kids. The joy when they did realise and the face of Chris being mobbed down, I bet he wished he was back in the room in Florida…

So we had 3 weeks of fun, company and help. The school started again and everything goes into a rut. Got offered a job in the marina, nice to be thought of but no…..why would I want to employ a nanny to do a job I don’t have to do but here everybody has got one, plus the cleaner and the cook etc…
Weekends spent at different pools and enjoying our usual curry night and roast on the sunday.
And we also had James 8th birthday. Wau, my big boy….got a skateboard that he wished for and a day spent at this posh place called Maman cana. Sited on a ancient Tayrona Indians sacred place, it’s a pool, relax place with great views, stunning pools and the zip wire…of course! The boys had a great run on it, screaming they way down, totally pumped up with adrenaline. As we came to leave the heavens opened and the rain lashed down, never seen anything like it…maybe we upset a spirit some where????

So the day came again for Chris to leave. Another 4 weeks in Florida to do his instrument training and this time I was on my own…dreading it! Lucky it was a sunday so we had the roast to look forward to but boy do I have to be organised again. And the schooling and the rest. lucky we got this nursery/school around the corner where I introduced Alice to go to for 3 mornings and Charlie for 2. Hopefully they will learn some Spanish as mine is very slow….desperately trying to learn but limited memory, to busy…and I love to talk. So not be able to talk as I want is pretty shit. Anyway, I’m not leaving South America until I at least got a some Spanish….so that’s where we are for the moment with lots of more details to come but now off to bed,


The normal life is chasing us

Our days here in Santa Marta is falling into a routine….school, food shopping, washing, cooking. I mean we do it anyway but in a different location and that makes it fun! Now I feel trapped. Why? Because we are still here for few reasons.
Chris got talking to Stewart the helicopter pilot and there is lots of jobs around here or in the world for that matter as a private pilot. Now Chris has always had the dream but never the time or money and now this opportunity popped up….so we went through the finances and yes, we can just about do it. Chris got to go to Florida for 6 weeks to start off with and another 5 weeks to follow after. Cool! Why not.
Our days up to that moment went preparing the boat for me on my own like full gas bottles, diesel lots of bulk buy of food and of course wine etc. I went into a mode of just go and get it over and done with….
When the day was here it was awful. Kids upset, I cried and generally just felt lonely. Bloody great. 6 weeks….lucky mum was coming after 2 weeks.
Did another week of schooling so that when mum was over it was James summer holiday. Found another pool to go to, run by the Colombian army that had bigger water slides and trampolines. Our days got into a funny routine while waiting…a lot of dvd and playing games and in the evening me sitting in front of the computer googling what ever…

So finally mum came over. The heat knocked her flat, the kids knocked the will to live out of her with all their energy but at least I had company and help when out and about :))) Went to Cartagena for 4 days as a mini holiday and that was good fun. A bus journey for 4 hours with a crazy driver but boys happy with ipads and Alice sleeping most of the journey…an empty bottle for boys to pee in and potty in a bag for Dotty ( Chris nickname for Alice )
Apartment with pool and rooms with tv. Happy days!!!

Cartagena is like Santa Marta but more historic buildings and bigger. A big Spanish fort, Fort Felipe where we trawled through some small under ground tunnels in half dark and slightly jumpy….well, you never know what lurks down there…like some other crazy tourists or ghosts or what ever. Don’t like scary places…
It was immensely hot and the best the kids found was the usual square with pidgeons. Honestly, travel the world and what sticks to their little minds? Scaring pidgeons :)))
Back from Cartagena you pass this very big slum area….sad to see. No running water or toilets and just surrounded by so much rubbish as that doesn’t either get picked up. The poverty is every where….

So, nice to be back yet again on the boat and days spent around different pools or just chilling. Before I understood it, it was time for mum to go home. Very sad…and yet again I sat on my own googling what ever in the evenings…on the bright side Chris was coming home. How much have the kids changed in 6 weeks. A lot I hope. they have all grown, Alice talks proper sentences and throws proper tantrums. Charlie and James got interested in cooking, good at sharing one dvd player as the other one was nicked off the bus going to Cartagena and very good at tidying stuff away after meals…excellent at fighting each other with sticks and of course Charlie lost one of his brand new crocs down the rocks where they are forever hopping on to the amusement for the locals.

They have also got a local kid as a friend, we always see him at the beach and none of us understand each other but still good fun….so yes, things are moving forward….


And the journey goes on…..


So the following morning we got up and had actually a very good breakfast. Downside was that our flight wasn’t until 5 pm….and we were in the middle of motorways so nowhere to go….boring! So after tv and faffing around we went to the airport. And had an McDonald’s…..as you do.
The flight to Bogota went without any problems and all we had to do was to find a cheap hotel near the airport. No worries, they punt hotels at the arrivals, took a while to get our bags so by the time we were in the taxi Alice and Charlie were asleep. The hotel was basic but 3 double beds in the room, fab!

The following morning we went back and had to sort out our lost flights with avianca. All we had to do was pay $25 per person and we had our flight sorted. If it would have been so easy…

Of course we found this little wine bar and sat down and had few glasses. Alice sleeping and boys on iPad. Happy days? Yes until Alice woke up crying and itching all on her front. This weird rash appeared from nowhere and spread around her body in front of our eyes….what the heck???? So stood there and a doctor walked by and stopped and said you better go to the airport hospital….oh here we go again….so ambulance picked us up, the wheelchair, pushchair but only two cabin bags:)))

So off we went and they gave her some anti something and the rash disappear. Just like that. Ok, let’s go, we can still get this flight to Santa Marta…..we made it! Our friend Stewart picked us up, the heat knocked us down and to the marina we went. The first thing Charlie did was to limp out and drag his plastered leg to his beloved rocks and just sat there looking at the sea…he was home and I just choked up…still do when I think about that moment….

So nice to be back? Yes it was. The feeling lasted about 10 min until I saw what a mess the boat was in….dirty, dusty on the outside but luckily fine inside. What a job to get her clean again. Went out for something to eat and Alice fell asleep in her pushchair and the boys in the wheelchair….I think this wheelchair could be useful:)))

So here we are back in Santa Marta and a whole new chapter in our lives is about to open up for us. We will stay here for awhile as Chris got a possible job opportunity but that’s for next time:)


Trying to catch up…..


Trying to get my lazy backside to gear and carry on the writing…just been a bit busy here on my own as Chris in Florida…another story!

So our journey from London to Detroit after I moved our bloody cabin bags and kids out of the way was Chris got back with us in time but boy did we have to leg it for the flight…onboard we got and happy days until landing in Detroit. We had to go through passport control again and needless to say with 2 h we didn’t make it. I was fuming standing in that line with nobody to collar and shout at, kids playing up and no water to drink. Moody bloody finn alright!!! So there we were and flight gone…so get the next one, great no prob so off we went to the gate to then be told we don’t have an ESTA.” Yes we do, look in your computer.” “We can’t see it” “not my problem” we do have it otherwise we wouldn’t be standing here…so eventually we got onboard but they were about to see a seriously angry moody finn. So off we went and flew to Atlanta and of course no more flights to Bogota. We were all tired and Delta trying to wash their hands off their responsibility but we managed to get them to pay for the hotel that night. Not a great one but fine…and then you get selfish single/couples jumping at the check in even if they can CLEARLY see 3 children and broken leg etc. So I stood there watching and every single one just went pass and tried not to look to guilty as they got their key…so our turn. No rooms left…what exactly do you mean “no rooms left?” I did ask with very CONTROLLED voice about to murder somebody…well, no rooms left! I just stood there looking at the women NOT understanding what she was saying. Eventually she rang another dump across the road and phoned the buss driver back to get us to finally get a room with 2 double beds. Interesting….me and Alice in one, sideways so I could pinn her to the side and Chris and the boys in the other, sideways, no luggage, no wash stuff, no fresh clothes but a good night sleep….




So there we were at Santa Marta airport waiting to board the plane. Strange….everybody had winter jackets on and generally warmly clothed….anyway, boarded and got on. In Bogota I then understood why everybody had warm clothes on…it was freezing! Well 17c but still freezing for us. Taxi to the hostel, paid and in. The Masaya hostel in old Bogota was just great. Very hippy in everything and slightly surprised to see kids but so welcoming. We had a room to ourselves with 5 beds in it and shared bathroom. The hostel cat had 4 kittens so kids happy. We could buy breakfast at $2/pp, clean and silence at 10pm. Suited us perfect.

Old Bogota is beautiful, also we could walk to the other tourist areas and we went to see the world famous gold museum. Amazing displays of art and every day things from so long ago. We also saw the emerald museum where James had the strop as he wanted to buy an emerald but of course we couldn’t afford it….did read somewhere that you can apparently buy emeralds for as little as $10 but obviously not here. We walked and enjoyed the city and people but of course all through this I kept thinking of Chico. Now I saw street children but luckily no really little ones as I would probably take them with me…but sad anyway…nowhere to go except underground, living in the sewage system and if you google youtube for streetkids in Bogota you will find some chocking footage and stories. There is few charities that give them food and washing facilities and you can also sponsor a child to help him go to school…most of them are on drugs and surviving on petty theft but what would you do if nobody has ever wanted you, nobody cares, you are invisible to everybody around you and even the country sends death squad out occasionally and cleanses the street….heartbreaking!!!!
We also saw the underground salt Cathedral, an hours bus drive from Bogota. Only three in the world. Amazing place.
So time came to take the flight to London via JFK airport and arrived Saturday morning to a freezing London and a freezing house. We were staying at a friends house in Solesbridge lane and they had gone that morning for a week away. Made cups of tea, enjoyed the tv and of course the kids went bonkers at the space and toys that Toby has! Afternoon sleep and cross the road to see few more friends and kids to play with….late night! But oh so much fun to see everybody.

Mum came on sunday from Finland and we all settled in to seeing people, going to London and playing in the garden. And then the awful thing happened! Went to friends 50th birthday party and Charlie broke his leg on the trampoline….I just bawled my eyes out, devastetad for him and all our plans for parks and museums etc. Whole leg in plaster, A & E in Watford was great and back home with a zimmer frame and a very sad Charlie in a lot of pain. Well mum back to Finland, Toby and family back home and then a whole lot of minecraft as Charlie could join in. Couldn’t go to London on my own but we managed LEGOLAND and London zoo with Tamla, thank you!!!

We went to school and saw lots of James classmates and had play dates and play time on the common, joined in an few toddler groups for Alice….and so the days went by and time to pack our rubbish back into 5 bags. Cheese from Finland and teabags, mint sauce and salad cream from Uk plus all the other bits we needed for the boat. Borrowed a scale to make sure we were under 23 kg and all looking good. Thank you Chris and Kathy for letting us stay in your home, hopefully we weren’t to annoying!

So off to the airport and little did we know what palaver we would have with our bags…every single bag was over the limit, more to the 30kg…and flying Delta they would have none of it. So off to the side and reshuffle and pack again. Lucky we had an extra bag that we could make as a cabin bag and our cabin bags were suddenly stuffed. Hated it. I travel light on cabin bags and now we looked like we never been anywhere before as we dragged our 5 bloody cabin bags around the airport and dreading to stuff it in the lockers on the plane. We also had 2 connections to deal with plus Charlie in a wheelchair and Alice in pushchair…it would get worse….

Came to security check and what did I have in one of the bloody cabin bags? A neuff gun…well, that went down well with security….as Chris then starts to take the mickey. ” Yeah, killer gun, be afraid etc” So they were getting rather stroppy and me? Just embarrassed! Off to check in again for Chris to check the gun in. Couldn’t leave it as Tamla bought it for the boys and could you imagine 2 boys and 1 gun? Not worth it. Nearly missed the plane with all this but you should have seen me trying to move from the security on my own with wheelchair, pushchair, 5 bloody cabin bags….good buy London….we all made the first flight….


Santa Marta

Great place, the second oldest city in South America! How amazing!!! And here we are….
Excellent marina, hot and cold showers ( not that you need the hot bit ) friendly staff and smack middle of the town. Mini market, wifi and gated. Apparently 29 on the list of dangerous towns/cities in the world. But as we explored and found lovely restaurants, friendly people and a chaos of cars and bikes….we didn’t feel unsafe or threaten not once. Not then and not now. Yes there is part of the town you don’t go to as we were told by Stewart, a helicopter pilot we met as soon as we arrived. Who invites English people ( me?) to curry nights on a Thursday and Sunday roasts. Oh yes! Proper roasts with all the trimmings. A bit hot at times to eat but we still stuff our faces. So, Stewart has taken us under his wing, shows us around, takes us to pool and beaches. He’s got a three year old, Nathalie and Alice gets on with her brilliantly. Atta, Atta Alice calls every day! They fight about pushchairs occasionally but all solved in due course. The boys get to watch proper TV and we get food. Happy days!

Now it was time to check some flights to London. Had few appointments to attend to…and what prices. Searched high and low and then you just got to buy it. As we were flying to Bogota we would stop over there for few nights. Checked few hostels out and picked one that sounded and looked good. We’ll see….
Mad rush to get the boat in shape and got all our frozen food over to Stewarts. Ineka and Mike, another cruising couple would keep an eye out for boat and make sure ropes are good etc. It gets very windy here and can blow up to 60 knots sometimes. And so we left. Only two check in bags and few more with us for all the goodies from London. Few wish list things to bring back like Heinz salad cream and mint sauce for Stewart, tetley teabags for John and fridge repair bits for Ineka and Mike….

The flight to Bogota took only hour and a half. I was very exited as I picked up a book in Grenada last year about a street child. Wasn’t sure I wanted to read it but I did. Cried and read it. A very sad story about a 4 year old who took to streets as his mum was a prostituet. One story among thousands in Bogota. How he survived, how kids get abused and disappear, how you have to fight for true survival and fight he did. My Bogota trip would be looking for street kids and walk the places where this boy walked.he didn’t even have a name, his mum called him Chico= boy….


Great trip from Cuba to Isla Mujeras


So the crossing went absolutely fine! Glorious sail and sun, took us two days with manual helming and arrived outside Cancun, Mexico to a little island called Isla Mujeras. Again our draft is to deep to most anchorages but found a good spot.
A very busy place, lots of holiday makers but stunning water and beaches. Did some shopping and hired one of those golfcarts to drive around with to great laughs and fun to both us and the kids.
Spent a day on the beach, me and Jani with the kids while poor Chris had to take the ferry to mainland to get the autohelm. Hot and sweaty he did return just in time for sundowners. All happy in camp Moody Finn.
We only spent three days there as we had to get a move on for Janis sake. His flight back home was from Colombia. So checking the weather….not looking that good. Going down south and wind blowing from southeast, plus the strong current that will push us up against Cuba. I wasn’t happy leaving but got voted out….

Well….oh dear Lord! It was the trip from hell. We were to tight to wind so kept motoring, big seas and all three kids seasick plus I felt rough. Puke galore, changing sheets, couldn’t do any cooking, the big boys upstairs doing shifts of 2 hours at the time not leaving the cockpit between. I just willed the trip to end and us getting somewhere, anywhere…
As I was laying in the bed in the night ( at least I was warm and dry :) ) I heard a shift of noise in the engine….hard to tell what was going on but I just knew it sounded different. So I jumped up and stuck my head through the window into the cockpit and told Chris. He pooped on that, told me all is fine. Oh well…if you say so….to the bitter moment when the engine died few minutes later! Now we were in deep shit. No engine, wind and current pushing us towards south Cuba… My heart just pumped madly as I watched Chris pull up floor and opening doors to the engine compartment. Out of fuel? Filters blocked? What?
He fiddled around with fuel tanks and the pressure was high in them. So released air and hurrah, engine got going! All good again. But not for long…as it did the same thing again. I so had enough by this time. I was scared and just stood there with torch in hand saying the same mantra again and again: please let it be fixed, please let it be fixed, please let it be fixed….after changing all fuel filters apart the last one which we couldn’t get off we had to makeshift this tool to get to the filter deep down and under engine….it was hot, dark and blowy. Finally Chris got it, changed it and a big hurrah got the engine going!!! Oh the joy! So nose towards Cayman Island as we all needed a rest. The trip took us 5 days instead of 2 and just shows you that it’s not bloody worth it to go against the nature.
Arrived in the morning and started to wash and tidy up. Lovely to be anchored.

Went ashore for a wonder and of course what do we see? A McDonalds and we were not going to get past it. Have to say, I did enjoy it as well. The supermarket was so well stocked, never seen half of the stuff that they sold there and of course the beers in the seafront bar. It felt good to be on land.

Now though we had the long trip to Colombia ahead of us and we had to press on. Weather looking good so after 2 nights off we went but this time lots of goodies with us like garlick bread, pastries and lovely fruit. The sail was good, took us 6 days to get to Santa Marta but of course something had to go wrong.
The Colombian coast is known to be blowy. Not unusual to have 30-40 knots and rough seas about 24h from the coast. So yes, we got it and the headsail cleat broke with a loud bang which meant that the big sail just flapped in the wind. Oh great. So in it comes and the little headsail out. Lucky now and not earlier.
So there it was then. The Colombian coast with high mountains. Beautiful. We made it! The joy of knowing we are going to be here for awhile. But of course Janis flight had gone…2 days before. Anchored outside the marina as Chris took the dinghy to check it out and eventually we got in, Chris beautifully getting the boat in its place and lots of friendly faces and holas! I knew I would like this place :)))