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In the year of grace 2010, leaves his racket paradise off the coast of Venezuela for another Bonaire, west of Los Roques, which with its neighboring Curacao and Aruba form the Netherlands Antilles.

No need to take the weather on this side of the Atlantic. The sailing conditions are true to itself, namely optimal: Calm Sea, trade winds constant bright sunshine ... etc. Ultimately, 20h tailwind sufficient to complete the 110 miles.

Here, the contrast with the Roques is striking: there are roads with cars, supermarkets with meat and electricity City works without generator! In short, it is more European, after all we are in the Netherlands.
And then we're not complicated, it adapts quickly: It was 3 o'clock we had not set foot on the island we had already eaten a big steak (I remember the bewildered eyes of the waitress Adri when he ordered two dishes). Before, we had taken the time to do the formalities for entering the territory and to give signs of life in the real world.

We will spend the next few days to make tourism a bit of diving and kite and especially two full days of visiting the island.
Pour la première, nous avons loué des vélos. En arrivant à l’entrée du Parc National (attraction touristique majeure de l’île) après 2h de « montée/descente », le gardien, en voyant nos visages grimaçant, nous a fortement déconseillé d’y entrer. C’est un parcours de 2h30 en voiture où il est impossible de faire demi-tour, il ne reste que 6h de jour et on n’a pas de portable…
Inutile de vous dire que si on avait suivi l’insouciance d’Adri et Oliv M, on y serait encore…
Le temps de crever mon pneu arrière et de profiter sur le retour de paysages dignes de westerns, nous sommes rentrés au bateau, lessivés. On avait quand même fait nos 50 bornes dans la journée.

Mais comme on n’est pas du genre à rester sur un échec, le surlendemain on se l’est fait le parc ! Et en 4x4 cette fois ! Il l’a ramené moins le gardien ! Bien nous en a pris d’ailleurs car il a plu toute la matinée, un déluge. Je ne sais pas si vous avez vu la scène dans Jurassic Park : il pleut à torrent, ils sont à coté de la cage du Tyrex, enfermés dans la voiture, au milieu d’une végétation luxuriante.
Et bien, je ne pensais pas la vivre en vrai un jour ! A un détail près toutefois, non négligeable, il n’y avait pas de dinosaure. Encore qu’au mid multicolored lizards and iguanas, one could ask for ...

During the afternoon, we still took the time to stop in small creeks of the park, we swim and admire the seabed and his parrot fish.
By late afternoon, we returned the car hire ... The mixture swimsuit wet and mud on the feet has given quite a blow to the old 4x4 and 600 km on the odometer. Long live the leather seats!

After days so satisfied, it is about food that the crew took revenge. In the supermarket, we saw our first butcher for 3 months. On s’en est donné à cœur joie, vous pouvez me croire. A quai d’une petite marina à $10 la nuit avec Internet, nous en avons aussi profité pour faire le plein d’eau et d’électricité.
L’équipage et le bateau remis à neuf, nous quittons donc Bonaire vendredi matin direction Curaçao, île réputé très industrialisée, passage obligatoire pour faire les courses et réparations nécessaires avant de partir pour un pays comme Cuba.

Après 6 heures de navigation, nous arrivons à destination dans un mouillage qui malheureusement rappelait davantage Martigues que Los Roques. Mais bon, on le savait, on prend quand même le temps anchoring in a nicer place to the south of the island. A day of repair, two days of racing (the hold is full to the brim) and an evening worthy of electro Bataclan later (Adri and Oliv M stood at 15.30 ..), we here in this sunny afternoon on the terrace of a bar to write you these few lines.

It is Tuesday. Tomorrow morning at dawn, we leave for Cienfuegos on the south of Cuba that is estimated to reach in about a week. It includes coming Vania Paula and join us for two weeks. There are just under 1 million (no, AC is not one million), corresponding to a half recliner, the stop we had imagined on the coast of Haiti has been canceled, you can imagine why.

soon, Jul.

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Before we begin, we'd tell you to avoid setting foot in the Caracas airport without some guidance, and especially without pockets full of dollars. Between the outward and return, we had to spend nearly two days, with constant back and forth between the national and international airports, people who entice you for a yes or a no, hardly anyone behind the counters, and especially the return (fatal error), empty pockets, which almost cost us de rater au dernier moment notre avion Caracas-Paris tant convoité. Autant vous prévenir donc, comme ces épisodes nous ont fait couler pas mal de sueurs froides, pour que cela ne vous arrive pas à vous aussi.
En revanche, tout ce qui se trouve entre ces deux moments d’aéroport (une dizaine de jours environ), a été vraiment magique. Los Roques, un archipel d’environ 50 petites îles, dont la majorité sont quasiment désertes, de l’eau bleu azur, des fonds magnifiques. Los Roques, réputé pour être le « dernier paradis sur Terre ».

Le 27 décembre 2009 nous débarquons d’un petit coucou à l’aéroport (si encore on peut talk about airport) Gran Roque, the largest city (read "small village") of the island. We immediately joined the hullabaloo at anchor. Everybody is fine on board, and everyone is tan and / or beard. We have reloaded the holds of some local products: cheese, wine, duck breast, chocolate, which was particularly appreciated by the crew. On board: Manu, both Olivier and Julien. Adrian, who was absent for reasons of "family Christmas in New York," joined us on January 1.

meantime, we took the opportunity to put us in kite surfing. Our teacher has been another Olivier Ménard, who with his experience of a few outlets in Montpellier, showed us the workings of this water sport. The end of two days of hard training has resulted in an operation "Baywatch" to get off Poncho, taken against his will by the sail. Person injured in the final few feet flayed on corals are to be deplored.

We also immediately took advantage of the fact that many of us (7 and 8), we put our foots type of small dailies on deserted beaches. Two balls gouged out, a few more corals in the feet, and a foot less for some did nothing to halt the overwhelming fervor that reigned around these appointments, and the crew began to prepare themselves mentally from the morning to be in the best conditions at kickoff at 16h (heat makes impracticable before any sport).

Some have the luxury of a little trip of scuba diving (luxury is a big word when you look at a price dive: 40 euros) to explore the beautiful capital of the barrier reef borders the archipelago. On the menu: lobster, barracuda, hundreds of fish that we have forgotten the name, but which were pas moins jolis et colorés.

La soirée du Nouvel An mérite également d’être citée, car elle aura été mémorable. Pourtant, elle n’avait pas si bien commencé : après le feu d’artifice, à minuit et quart, Oliv Ménard, Pierre et Julien s’étaient déjà endormis sur la plage (que c’est dur de tenir tard le soir pour un marin). Le réveil n’a pas été facile, mais nous sommes sûrs qu’ils sont loin de regretter la suite de la soirée, qui restera dans les mémoires. Tous les détails et autres potins ne vous seront pas exposés ici, car on pourrait en faire un post entier. Mais elle s’est place in a Posada (read "house"), specially designed for the occasion in bar New Year The evening continued on the boat at around 6am (sorry for our neighbors wetting), then for some playing (poorly ) football on the beach. Why play football at 8am on the beach without having slept? It started from a good feeling: we were waiting for the flight scheduled Adri at 8, but that is finally arrived much later: we have not held up ...

Finally, we generated 5 days for a short trip in Aves Island, a neighboring archipelago, in which we is very unpleasant encounters with a horde of hungry mosquitoes, scorpion or a white, which went like a whirlwind visit us while we were grilling lobsters.

Fishing has been pretty good: coral fish, lobsters, and especially, especially: periwinkles, full of Omega 3, which is very good for health (read "Winkle Magazine"). Spear fishing eventually turn into collecting winkles, then, by dint of picking a discipline was born: the hunt for periwinkles. Yep, the hunt for snails, it's not for girls. You should know feel good corner and it is not given everyone. The biggest we've driven (and picked) were the size of whelks, which for connoisseurs, is not nothing. Finally: indigestion periwinkles for everyone.

A big thanks to the crew: Manuel, Oliver M, Oliver J, and Adri Jul, having us all three. We wish good luck for the rest of your adventures, for which we are under no worries. The three sailors

budding Stone, Ponch, and Alex.

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Christmas
Arrive on Christmas Eve after a navigation rapide au portant dans l archipel de los roques, Venezuela.
C est un grand lagon de 20 milles de diamètre, très plat, quasi désertique dominé par le rocher de Gran Roque qui culmine a 100m, un des derniers paradis sur terre d’après Adri, en tout cas c est le bout du monde. Le petit village est tout ensablé, très paisible, plein de posadas, et tout comme au Cap Vert envahi par les italiens !
Ici pas d’autorites, nous avions oubliés nos visas d’entrée pour le Venezuela et ca c’est réglé par une bouteille de Whisky, c’est tellement plus simple comme ca !


Nous avons passé notre 1er noël tous les 4 sans nos familles (Adri in New York), in a small cove between the corals and drink wine / dining / pate (foie gras and turkey in less) Oliv for the occasion we had fresh bread, we sang Christmas songs and well thought out to our families.

Buddies:
C is pleased and somewhat surprised that I hear someone next to clock the vessel name, it was Pedro who had spotted the boat at anchor and we have joined the swimming ! Alex and Poncho have followed every 3 as white waxy ass and Alex after a poisoning oysters Christmas ...
Pedro gave us the greatest gift we could expect: he had robbed a grocery French, ham, foie gras, pate ... anything to declare? Uh no ...
We leave mop in the archipelago, we are forced to navigate among the passes of coral, the funds are shallow can we not too get close to the beaches but it encourages us to swim. Jul Dixit: I've never been so fit! And it's true that we feel comfortable here at the end of the world, dry bodies, lack of phones, noise and light pollution at night ...
funds are pretty, some coral reefs galore, barracuda and dirty mouth.
I also want to get my kite surf, the location is ideal, and the boys are getting into.
We spend the day of the year in Gran Roque, c is the occasion for a big night on the beach, in a posada, the rum flows freely and the tunes of salsa, some members of the crew benefit for acquaintance with Italian
... The next morning we get our skipper, who returned from New York after 15 days of vacation, fat as a pig after its debauchery burger!
The crew is full we head for an island of sand ideal for our national sport.
The foots
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Every night before the cocktail, Caracas is facing outsiders Gran Roque on small islands of white sand, the beach serving touchline. It makes us so good to us romp that games are fierce. But the coral is made undermining the teams get smaller little by little. Evening in the infirmary, we shredded our feet Bandon, we can not walk properly after only 15 days!
After a few islands and some poaching lobsters, we head towards los Aves "birds", a small island downwind of Los Roques. These islands are completely deserted, the birds by the thousands tame, nesting on the ground, giant periwinkles and their breeding attempt gone awry, fishing and barbecues on the beach. ... the classic!
The return is more sporty, the wind picked up, 25 to 30 knots from the front, the problem is that we are 8 ... and there are only 5 beds and 4 port starboard tack, then transfer to a 2 there is one that squirts! Tonight we spend in weightlessness, the sick as they can pile up ... we arrive in Los Roques soaked, and as the boat pulled the table!

The last days are approaching, we find Gran Roque and our Italian friends and met at the option of English stay for the 26 years of Hadrian. The friends we improvise one last night after missing their flight, then it's off to Bonaire with a new passenger, Matteo, master mariner short and friendly Italian who joined his boat in Curacao.
I write at this time of Bonaire, a charming little island under Dutch influence where we could finally eat a real steak, the first since our departure from Europe!

you soon

OM