Sunday, March 22, 2009

March 21, 2009

21 Mar 2009 0140 hrs GMT 2040 hrs local
Lat 15º 49.34' N Long 88º 44.89' W
At anchor Livingston Harbor, Guatemala
Wind 2.6 knots NW
Sea State – 0’ to 1' - Beaufort 1
Air Temp 81.7ºF Barometer 30.05
Clear

This morning at 0900 hrs we set anchor off the municipal pier in Livingston Guatemala. Courtesy and “Q” flag had been set. After a 63 hour passage it was a tired but happy crew that enjoyed the silence of no engines. Especially Eve who is getting better, but still only tolerates the noise and vibration of the main engines. By the end of this passage she was out of her hiding place (soft cat carrier behind the fireplace) and moving about some. Still butt low, but adapting.

An hour later a launch appeared along side asking for permission to come aboard and inspect the vessel. The party included the Port Captain, Lt. Ronnie Morales, Customs agent Raul Veliz and officials from sanitation, immigration and customs. After a very courteous and cordial inspection we were welcomed to Guatemala. They offered us ride to the wharf in their launch which I declined. We were tired and wanted to rest and clean up before going ashore.

Just before noon we called a water taxi over from the pier and rode into Livingston. A short walk to Raul Veliz’s office where he awaited us with all our documents prepared. A couple of signatures and we were cleared. Raul arranged for a quick ride to the Port Captain’s office where Lt. Morales had the ship’s papers ready for my stamp and signature. Then with passports and papers in hand (or in the back pack) we went to find some lunch. We choose a small cantina near the wharf and in our broken Spanish ordered some shrimp (a huge serving), with salad and the ever present rice and beans and fresh tortillas. A cold beer and we were a happy crew.

After lunch we walked through the market just to have a stroll. Livingston is a typical Central American village of about 1500 souls. I saw a substantial community of Garifuna blacks who live mostly across the border in Belize. They are descended from an African tribe who ever though slaved never lost there identity and still carry many traditions through to this day.

Back aboard we had a rest then a light meal of salad and fresh fruit. We were still feeling the huge servings from lunch. There was some local entertainment as the village was having a cotillion or beauty contest or something in a restaurant on the water. The sounds of the preaching MC could be clearly heard.

After dinner we watched Shrek 2, although we all dozed alittle. Went to sleep with the sounds of Latin music carrying over the water.

Welcome to Central America

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