Sail from Asuncion to Punta Abreojos
It turned out it was a good decision to leave early morning at 6am. We had fantastic wind, made 7 – 8 knots, caught about 10 Bonitas but no eatable fish, so all went to be free again and we had sausages instead. It was also the first time Mats and myself wheeled in our first fish. Mats did a fantastic job, the Bonitas are fighting pretty hard.
I still don’t get, why it seems like a good idea to sail at night, if the next destination can be reached within a days sail. I guess the wind forecast looked better for the night, but then shifted.
Dolphins were swimming with us for about 10 minutes, those are the most memorable moments for me. It is insane, how fast they shoot through the water, you can see them already from far away how they jump up in excitement to catch up with the boat. They charge towards the bow, either jump out in front of it or swim away to the side to than charge again to catch up with the boat. It’s so much fun to watch these amazing creatures. I try to take in as much as I can and forget everything else around me. Maybe my jaw dropped down in awe when I sit there and it does not matter to me in that moment, if I get soaking wet from waves crashing over the bow. It’s so worth it!
Punta Abreojos means, “open eyes”. So, we were aware from the guide books, that it was necessary to sail in a wide circle into the bay to avoid rocks and not to try this in the dark. It was very windy and took a while to set the anchor in a way to make us feel comfortable, as we usually seek more protected anchorages. We did hope for Kruiser to be able to surf at this spot, but the swell wasn’t quite big enough. It was too wild on shore for us with our dinghy, but some Mexican’s stopped by our boat and Kruiser arranged a pick up with there Panga fishing boat for the next morning.
Punta Abreojos was also a cute, but not that well maintained as Asuncion was. We passed a school where kids were playing outside on a cement court. We ask if Mats could join them a little and the kids collected themselves on one side of the court and ran to the other side. Mats tried to do the same together with his Papi, until he got run over by the biggest kid of the group, probably weighing 120 pounds. He fell with his head onto his arm, luckily, and was fine after a little cry. Here a few impressions from our time there.
To Sail or Not To Be 