Monday, January 18, 2016

Crossing to the Pacific

Crossing to the Pacific (January 7 to 10, 2016)
January 18, 2016 en route to Rapa Nui (Easter Island)

Key West to Puerto Limon, Costa Rica


After sailing from Key West in the early evening of 6 January, we cruised for two days on a southwesterly course through the Gulf of Mexico, the Yucatan Strait, and off the coast of Central America. Our destination was Puerto Limon, on the east or banana coast of Coast Rica. Whisper docked on the morning of January 9.
 
Sunset in the Yucatan Channel


Puerto Limon, Costa Rica


The Sign Tells All

Puerto Limon was primarily a port for shipping agricultural commodities, bananas and coffee.  As banana plantations diminished, a newer port was built closer to the remaining plantations, causing Puerto Limon to fall on hard times.  To replace the lost plantation trade, eco-tourism was developed.  This gives cruise ship passengers the thrill of being eaten alive by various insects while waiting for   overfilled motorboats to sink in an alligator-invested river.  ("I love the two-legged ones.  They are so soft on the outside and so crunchy on the inside."  Gary Lockwood, “The Far Side.”)


We walked from the pier into town and in ten-minutes had seen most of the major sites -- market, park and church. It was an 80/80 day (temperature >80 deg F and humidity > 80%) with bright, blinding sunshine. Our city tour was short. We visited the market and made a stop in the local, air-conditioned super market. The key words here are "air conditioned." Then, a quick return to the ship! One of our friends did buy a refrigerator magnet, thus supporting the local economy.

Central Market, Puerto Limon

Culture Lives


Crossing the Isthmus of Panama

After our eco-passengers returned from the wilds of the interior of Costa Rica, absolutely gaga over having seen frogs (alright, they were brightly colored and poisonous), Silver Whisper departed Puerto Limon bound for Manta, Ecuador via the Panama Canal. At 6:30 am, January 10 we arrived off Colon, Panama and the Caribbean Pilot Station in Limon Bay.


Crossing Panama from “A” to “B.”
With the pilot on board, we proceeded to the Gatun Locks where three chambers lifted the ship 85 feet into Gatun Lake. Regretfully, we could not see the nearly-completed new Gatun Locks because they follow a different alignment from Limon Bay into Gatun Lake. The new locks will allow Super Panamax ships over 900 feet in length to pass through the canal. We were told that they would be opened to traffic during May of this year, only two years later than planned.


Rising Ships, Gatun Locks


After entering the locks, we were held in place and guided from chamber to chamber by mechanical mules. Mules do not tow the ship, which moves from chamber to chamber under its own power.


Mule at Work – Do Not Disturb!


After filling the third (highest) chamber, the ship passed into Gatun Lake about 9:30 am. This artificial lake provides water for the Gatun Locks and passage for most of the canal transit. Although the locks’ chambers are paired, transit through the locks is always one way. Under normal circumstances, ships enter the Gatun Locks from seaward in the morning and from Gatun Lake in the afternoon. Smaller vessels, such as sailing yachts, generally are assigned passage in groups of two or three later in the day. It is during daylight transit of Lake Gatun and the Gaillard Cut that North and South bound ships pass. Except for special situations, the canal operates only during daylight hours. We entered the Gaillard Cut about 2:00 pm. The cut, although not technically difficult from an engineering standpoint, was the most difficult part of the canal to construct due to the geology of the mountains through which it was dug. The rock formations were unstable and landslides were common. If you are interested in the building of the canal, you might want to read David McCullough’s “The Path Between the Seas.” Even today, it requires active maintenance by dredging and blasting.
Ship Traffic Gatun Lake

Gaillard Cut
Passing out of the Gaillard Cut, we began our descent into the Pacific Ocean.  On the North or Pacific end of the canal, there are two sets of locks, the Pedro Miguel and Miraflores.  We entered the Pedro Miguel lock in the late afternoon and continued northward through the Miraflores.  By early evening, we had finished our transit of the Pacific locks, and after passing Panama City, we entered the Pacific Ocean shortly after sunset.  During our transit of the Pedro Miguel and Miraflores locks, we saw the new, bigger locks which are built parallel to the older locks.  Construction equipment and work yards were being removed as we passed.

Panamax Container Ship and Car Carrier Entering the Pedro Miguel Locks


New Channel Approaching Pedro Miguel Locks
Before there was a canal across the Isthmus of Panama, there had been mule trains and, by the mid-19th Century, a railroad. In the late 20th Century the railroad fell into disrepair and was nearly abandoned. It was purchased and rebuilt by Kansas City Southern Lines and now carries large numbers of containers across the Isthmus daily. Where the railroad parallels the canal, container trains passed every hour or so.

Container Unit Train Crossing the Isthmus

As the ship cleared the Miraflores Locks, from on deck we could see some of the original administrative buildings of the Panama Canal Authority. These are still in use today. In the distance, we could also just make out the skyline of Panama City.

Panama Canal Administration Building & Panama City Skyline
By 6:00 pm, we had exited the canal and had turned south toward our next destination – Manta, Ecuador. Where the hell is that?







Thursday, January 7, 2016

And So It Begins

January 7, 2016 on board M/V Silver Whisper en route to Puerto Limon, Costa Rica.

We departed Honolulu Sunday evening, January 3, and after the usual indignities of check-in and TSA as well as waiting a couple of hours in the Delta lounge at Honolulu International, we boarded a non-stop Delta flight to Atlanta.  (Always arrive several hours early at the airport, because you never know when a flight leaves before its scheduled departure time.)  Eight hours later, we are in Atlanta changing planes for Miami (the city that cocaine built).  Arriving in Miami, we were herded into a black Suburban and taken to the Miami Mandarin Oriental.  When the black Suburban picked us up at the airport, we were not sure if it was a  hotel limo or the TSA wanting to get even for all the snide comments Jerry made about "hopeless security," etc.  


After sleeping all afternoon, we attended that evening a Silversea-hosted banquet for World Cruise guests.  The banquet reminded us of some of the charity events we attended in Honolulu, only with better food - rubber chicken replaced by lobster and filet mignon.  But the round tables were the same.


Welcome Banquet Menu
The morning of January 4, we had breakfast at the hotel and loafed around until 1:30 pm, when we were taken on our first, of many, tourist bus rides to Port Everglades in Ft. Lauderdale.  Boarding the ship, check-in for the voyage was relatively painless.  The big question of the day was did we have our WHO vaccination card with a current yellow fever inoculation.  Guess yellow fever is rampant on cruise ships these days -- and you thought Norwalk Virus was bad!  Boarding completed, Eloise "organized" the suite by 5:30.  

Then it was time for that most bizarre ritual, the boat drill.  Wearing or carrying our bright orange life vests (some of the fashion police ladies didn't approve of the color), we shuffled to the boat deck.  There we were the victims of a very lengthy and incomprehensible lecture on ship safety, abandoning ship, and related topics.  Given the demographic on this ship (average age probably around 75), and the fact that most of the lecture was garbled by bad speakers and wind, the exercise for us was a waste of time.  However, the Coast Guard inspector on the pier undoubtedly heard every word.   Anybody know how to get walkers in a life boat?


We departed Miami about 6:30 pm bound for Key West, which may be the USA's number one tourist trap.  We docked at the pier on the US Navy base.  At one time, the USN occupied 70% of Key West, but that has been reduced to about 25% since 1980.  Space abandoned by the Navy is now taken up by overweight American tourists, and ultimately, the area will not be submerged by global sea level rise but will sink under their weight.  Actually, Key West makes us feel better about Waikiki, because Key West relieves Waikiki  as the number one tourist trap in the USA.


 Beyond the tourists, if you can see the residential and commercial buildings, the architecture is very appealing, especially the pre-WWII housing on the Naval Base.  Naval officers lived well ashore in those days.



Main attractions are the Truman Summer White House, Audubon House, and Ernest Hemingway's House with the six-toed cats.  Jerry took some exterior shots of the notable attractions, except for the Hemingway house and cats.  Our interest in things Key West dropped rapidly after seeing the crowds.  For the sake of the record, included are images of the Truman Summer White House and the Audubon House.


Truman Summer White House
Audubon House
A sample of the early commercial buildings shows local concern for hurricanes.   Note the heavy walls and buttresses of the old customs house below and the Caribbean influence in the iron fret work on the balcony of a restored commercial building.

Customs House, Key West

Heavy Buttressed Construction, Old Customs Shed, Key West


Iron Balcony Rails and Posts, Restored Commercial Building, Key West

 Excluding the bars, which all swear they were Hemingway's watering hole (of course, in his case it could be true!), the 40 plus t-shirt shops seem to make up Key West's commercial district.  After walking for about two hours around the residential and commercial areas, being rained upon, and overrun by tourists in their masses, we decided to retire to the Whisper for a nap and tea.

As we sat in the lounge having tea, the Silver Whisper sailed at 4:30 pm for Puerto Limon, Costa Rica.  If we ever really had Key West on a Bucket List, it has been checked off.  Maybe Key West is where all those TSA agents go on vacation!

Aloha, Jerry and Eloise