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Join MERA and her crew around the world through this blog. Welcome to a discovery trip where you can feel the salty sea, hear the waves, watch the sunrise, know the taste of the great sea …


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Cook Islands

After a longer stay in the Societies, MERA sails with all new crew Christophe (French), Dan (UK), Evan (Greek) and Mauro (Italian) toward Rarotonga.

Here are Espen’s passage & arrival notes:

“Sailing for the 5th day – 2 days tacking in light wind and sea. Wind straight in the nose. All hatches open. Need air after 3 days! ETA tomorrow morning, 65 NM left. Good we did not get the weather predicted.

Happy guys on board, but one of the crew not quite well, seasickness and feels weak.

A lot colder now at 20 degrees south. Nice to be in the sun. Jackets on in the night.

Nice sail but long time…5 days: 2 downwind, 1 heavy beam reach/headwind and 2 light tacking.

Have to leave harbor Sunday because of north wind blowing straight in – dangerous! Heaving to behind island, and probably sail back to harbor monday.”

Society Life…

After our busy last days in Tahiti, we finally got to enjoy doing what MERA does best…


Moorea on the horizon

The Society Islands are believed to have gotten their name during Captain Cook’s 1769 voyage; one version of the story is that the name honors the Royal Society which sponsored the scientific survey; another is that Cook himself chose the name because the islands “lay contiguous to one another.”

The Windward Islands include Tahiti and Moorea, while Bora Bora is the most well known of the Leeward Islands.


Unlike the Tuamotus, these islands tend to have a hilly or mountainous center island, surrounded by a lagoon and coral reef, where the reef also consists of small islands or “motu”.


At anchor within the reef


While relaxing at anchor in a deep bay one evening, we heard a voice calling out in the darkness. Turns out a local fisherman wished to tie off to our stern, and was happy to donate the evening’s catch in return.



Moorea’s clear waters and coral reefs host stingrays, black tip sharks and other marine life, and when ashore we became island tourists.

IMG_6619Fair weather dinghy mooring

IMG_6623Local juice factory

IMG_6656Tour boats at the motu

Easy days in Huahine

From Moorea we had a relaxed overnight sail to Huahine, one of the Leeward Islands.  Huahine’s main town Fare provided a safe anchorage, with a short dinghy ride for provisioning…as well as the local sailor’s bar.


We spent a day touring by dinghy to the island’s coral garden (by way of an abandoned coconut grove), as well as visiting a pearl farm.




Raiatea and Taha’a

As all of the Leeward Islands are no more than a day’s sail from one to another, our next stop was Raiatea, the second largest of the Society Islands, laying within the same surrounding reef as its quiet northern neighbor Taha’a (“Ta Ha AAH”).

We stopped first at the main town of Uturoa for provisioning, and while there decided to hike the trail to the Three Waterfalls. Or at least that was the plan…



Turns out that certain essential turns on this trail are a well-kept secret…
for all but locally familiar guides.

After our strenuous efforts, we decided to move on to lower key Taha’a, with its dramatic sunset view of neighboring Bora Bora.



Changing Times in Bora Bora

Although Bora Bora’s marine life may not be as varied as it once was, its beautiful surrounding lagoon (and the name alone) draw visitors from around the world. Transportation from the airport to the central town of Vaitape, is not by anything so mundane as a taxi or bus…but rather a highly snazzy “Navette” (catamaran).



We anchored behind an island within the lagoon, well in advance of the arrival of Espen & Robin’s daughter Maya (the “M” in “MERA”), who would be joining us for the following two weeks.

At this point Steffan and Jacob made the decision to leave the crew–Steffan for time ashore and further passage sailing, and Jacob for another crew opportunity.  So the hardcore “MER” crew decided to distract ourselves with Bora Bora’s annual Heiva festival, featuring traditional Polynesian dance, drums and outrigger canoeing competitions.

This was also one of the more rigorous parts of the journey, demanding great concentration and skill.  We had various ways of preparing ourselves both physically and mentally…



In retrospect, it seems that we might have needed a slightly different skill set.



PICT0052 outriggers

Nearly all of Bora Bora’s beaches are private, belonging to exclusive resorts; however we managed to navigate our way close to Matira beach (the only public beach on the island), in time for skipper Espen’s birthday celebration!



Taha’a revisited

The MER crew then returned to the relaxed waters of the Raiatea/Taha’a lagoon.

One of Polynesia’s export products is vanilla.  From our mooring in Hurepiti Bay we departed on an excellent day’s botanical and vanilla tour with our host and guide Noah.



We also learned a great deal about the local infrastructure…


Baguette mailbox (yes, seriously!)

From here we also had dinghy access to a beautiful local beach, as well as the coral gardens between nearby motus.


Noah was kind enough to lend us the use of his speedy Wifi (a treat ranking right up there with freshwater showers, for cruising sailors in this part of the world).


Yet all too soon the time came for Maya and Robin to return to Norway;
MERA departs Taha’a for the return trip to Bora Bora and its exotic airport…
further adventures to come!



Slowing down in the Tuamotus and speeding back up in Tahiti

The new crew formation had to be given an name: ESMERALDA

Espen and

Sverker, with sailing yacht

MERA, on a




450 miles

From Marquesas to Tuamotus, there is about 450 miles. On the way we passed a few islands called Disappointment Islands, where we did not stop. After 3 nights, we arrived early morning to the atoll Raroia.

In and out of atolls

An atoll is a string of islands around the edges of an old mountain that has been consumed by the ocean. Some atolls are complete, ie covering 360 degrees with reefs or islands, whereas other atolls have one or two passages, or openings to let boats go from outside to inside. Due to tidal changes, these passes have a strong current either pushing water in or out of the atoll in a 6 hour cycle. The strong current, up to 6 knots, can in combination with the wind create choppy waters. Sometimes with 3 meter high standing waves. Similar to what you can see in rivers. Hence, the smoothest way to enter or exit an atoll is during high or low tide when the water is more or less flat. This meant that more than once we came in too early to enter an atoll and had to slow down and wait for the right tide before entering.

Going through a pass.

It’s important to time the passes correctly,ideally the tide is going the direction you are and so is the wind. Here’s what a pass looks like when wind is against the current.

The atolls

Compared to Marquesas, the Tuamotus are much drier (though it rained every now and then), and with much less fertile soil. Much of the land is finely crushed coral. From all the fruit that we were spoiled with in Marquesas, in Tuamotus we only found the coconut tree. The Tuamotus does not have any mountains and are in general only a few meters high. The standard picture of a South Pacific dream island. What you do not see on those pictures of white sandy beaches, with over hanging coconut trees, is that the white sand is most often small pieces of coral. Not so nice to walk on without sandals.

The view from the mast, Fakarava.

Snorkeling with black tip sharks.


This is the atoll that Norwegian adventurer/scientist Thor Heyerdal arrived at, or crashed into, after crossing over from South America back in 1947(?) in the Kontiki. Thor tried to prove that Polynesia could have been populated by migration from South America. While successfully showing that this could have been the case, later DNA analysis proved that migration came from the west.

The anchor: from safety line to prison shackles

The anchor on Mera is always providing a safe stay, with the boat firmly connected to the bottom. But when the anchor winch breaks down when the anchor is at 20 meter depth, the chain is quickly converted from safety line to a dog leash. This happened to us in Raroia, as we planned to sail across to the Kontiki island. After spending a couple of hours dismantling, swapping oil and hammering here and there, we again got the winch to work, but we were delayed 24 hours. Which was no problem as our schedule had lots of slack. We also sensed a great deal of satisfaction: it is said that happiness comes from facing problems that you can handle.


Throughout the Tuamotus islands, we had tremendously good diving. Think aquarium, but add many many more fish. Including black tip sharks and stingrays. Initially, we had a lot of respect (=we did not dare to dive) for the sharks and the suckerfish. The latter as we had heard they could suck on to your more delicate parts of your body. But once we gotten wooden sticks we felt we were able to defend ourselves, and had no problems diving.. although these wooden sticks certainly only made us feel safer versus actually being safer.


On Makemo, we made friends with the “local” Mormon preachers (a guy from South Carolina and his side kick from Tahiti) and with the French lady who was running the local boulangerie. Seemingly successful as she had a Harley Davidson motor cycle, that she could run up and down the 10 km asphalted road of Makemo. She kindly let us borrow two bicycles to do the round trip down to the airport.

The Finish couple

In one of the atolls, we found Eva and Tapio. Back in 1973, Eva promised Tapio that she would join him on a circumnavigation. Exactly one circumnavigation. Hence, they have been en route for the last 40+ years. When they came to French Polynesia, 9 years ago, they started to realise that they did not want to bring their boat back to Finland, much better to have it in the South Pacific. This conclusion was reinforced a year ago, when they spent three winter months back home, and counted a total of 3 minutes of sun shine. Though 70 years old, while in South Pacific, they feel young.

Atolls visited

Raroia, Makemo, Fakarava, Toau, Apataki, Rangiroa. For most tourists that we met, they had come to the far end of the world, for us it was just one step closer to civilization (Tahiti!). About every second atoll we visited was inhabited, also meaning they usually had an air strip and a local shop, while the other half was uninhabited.

IMG_6145 Polynesia Tuamotus




New crew member

In Fakarava, Esmeralda was joined by Jacob, calling for a new crew acronym:

“JES we can!” (Jacob, Espen, Sverker)

Jacob joined the crew in Fakarava after spending six weeks backpacking in Indonesia and two weeks in New Zealand. He is from the US, grew up in Florida and spend the last eight years in Boston for school and work as a software engineer.

The Tuamotu cruiser lifestyle

Life slows way down.

On a day trip with the dinghy.

Dinghy parking.

That looks like a nice island to visit.

Taking the mast apart

A few weeks ago the crew started noticing ball bearings falling on the deck, a sailors bad omen. Espen and Sverker hypothesized that there was a problem with the main furler. While in Fakarava we confirmed this was the source of the issue after spending a day taking the main sail down and partially taking apart the furler. Espen sent Robin messages over SSB radio with details for the parts we need.



Our favorite anchorage in the Tuamotus was at Toau’s false pass (a pass that’s not deep enough to go all the way through) in the north east corner. Except for one night, we were the only people there. Right as we arrived we saw black tip sharks “playing” in the water in front of us splashing around inviting us to join. Well we did a few hours later after gathering our bravery and shark pokers. We were rewarded with a family of ten spotted sea ray, 10-15m visibility, black tip sharks that kept their distance, and an incredible labrynth of shallow coral.

We read on deck all morning, then again all afternoon.

Communicating with home: SSB Email, Garmin InReach, Sat Phones.

There are a few ways the crew can contact home, Stefan has an IridiumGo and Jacob has a Garmin InReach both of which send text messages and our location to family and friends, and the IridiumGo can do fancy weather routing and forecasting. Espen’s SSB radio can send emails, it even works as a radio! A fun activity is scrolling around on the amateur radio stations, Jacob and Espen got lucky one time and found some Americans discussion their favorite type of lawn chairs.

Espen’s vintage FM and VHF radios.

Like an old couple

One of Jacob’s first observations, coming aboard Mera, was that the legacy crew members were nagging each other as an old married couple.

Passage to Tahiti

After leaving the last atoll, Rangiroa, we had a 36 hour passage down to Tahiti. Though initially we had rather weak winds, it luckily picked up saving us from spending an additional night rolling around. We arrived in Papetee just as the sun was setting over Moorea and with an hour to spare Espen officially checked the boat and crew into French Polynesia.

Night watch in a squall.

Ahh. Tahiti.

Wow. We are in Tahiti! That’s nice! In Tahiti the JES-we can crew was joined by Stefan, forcing us to again change the acronym, this time to:

JESS – we can.

Stefan joined us after crossing the Pacific on another boat and before that Belgium via Thailand where he’s lived for the last twenty years.

We arrived in this new mountainous paradise after a 30 something hour sail from Rangiroa. Jacob was excited for his first passage, Sverker luckily had all squalls on his watches, and Espen was excited to raise the cruising spinnaker.

Sailing the west coast of Tahiti

We sailed down from Papetee to Mara’a then Taravao. We went for a sunset snorkel, Stefan tried his luck at fishing although we are still waiting for the 100lb tuna. We’ll have to find some better bait than stale bread. We hiked to a small waterfall.

Hitchhiking across Tahiti

Jacob and Sverker hitchhiked into Tahiti’s center, fortunately it was a national holiday which meant lots of Tahitian’s we’re in the area otherwise the 20km 4×4 trail would have made for a long hike to the midpoint. They made sandwiches on the side of a river and went for a swim to cool off.

The hitchhikers seat.

Sverker leaving and Robin arriving

We lost a guest flag this week with Sverker’s leaving after four months on board, with MERA he’s crossed the Pacific, seen the Panama canal, sailed the south seas, and is living proof that you only need two pair of underwear (three if you want a new pair for the flight home). img_7179So, farewell Sverker!

Espen and Robin from a 4×4 tour the crew took across Tahiti.

Repairing the main sail furler

And the main engine exhaust.

And the freezer.

And provisioning for a few weeks.. MERA’s crew and captain have done a lot to get her ship shape before leaving Tahiti!

Don’t drop it!

There’s 96 bottles of beer in the transom, take one down pass it around..

Espen whispering to the muffler, “you will stop leaking exhaust!” It listened. Of course.

Moorea bound

Our lines are coming up in a few hours for the half day sail over to Moorea, a moment that feels disproportionately large to the crew. Espen pointed out, we have completed a season’s worth of repairs in one week, getting to Moorea means our hard work paid off and the adventure continues.

Life in Marquesas

We are in Hiva Oa, officially in the south pacific! Islands far out in the middle of the ocean. We again met up with most of the World ARC fleet, who had arrived a couple of days ahead of us, filling up the anchor bay in Hiva Oa.




A change in plans

We said farewell to Violetta in Hiva Oa after a successful passage across the Pacific while Ola, Sverker, and Espen cruised the islands towards Noku Hiva.

Garden of paradise

The Marquesas islands are very fertile. Droves of lime, mango, bananas, coconut and other fruit were almost polluting the streets and pathways. Simply too much crop for the inhabitants to take care of. Kind of like my apple trees back home, but 365 days a year.

Best food

The best food for seafood lovers is Poisson Cru in Coconut milk. Raw fish in lime and coconut milk, ingredients in abundance in Polynesia. Polynesian sushi.


The world’s most sold car

Just outside Hiva Oa, there is a giant copy of the most sold car ever: the candy car Ahlgrens Bilar. Somebody should advice Ahlgrens to make their next commercial on Hiva Oa.

Hitch hiking

In Marquesas you do not need to try to hitch hike. On several occasions, Ole and Sverker while walking down the road, were stopped by car drivers (often female), asking where we were going, and whether they could offer a drive. Most often, we turned them down, as our legs needed some exercise after the 18 days crossing.

Gaugain and Brel

Famous French and Belgian artists have spent considerable time on these islands. Hence there was a museum.


Most islands had a church, but alternative worships were also present.

Boat life

Can be tiresome.


Long hikes

Ole and Sverker went on long hikes in the hills of the Marquesas. On one of those hikes, they passed a Pomplemousse tree (sweet grapefruit) in the wild, and Sverker said: “Too bad we did not bring a large bag to collect some fruit”. During the next km, guess what was found? Yes a jute bag, just ready to be filled with 20 kg of fruit. It was duly filled on the return leg of the hike. And kept the boat with a good source of vitamin C until half way thru Tuamotus islands.

Beautiful sand beaches

Not many, but squeezed in between the rocky shores, there were very nice sand beaches, not seldom combined with a small river mouth. Meaning you could choose between salt water and fresh water swimming

Lost sun glasses

On returning with the dingy to the anchored Mera a dark evening, Sverker by accident lost his sun glasses from the bow of the boat. Making a cross on the boat where the glasses were lost😊, he started diving the next day to find them on 8 meters depth. After 2 hours he gave up. Happiness does not come from trying to solve problems you cannot handle. ☹


The water problem

Sailing around the world, one of the problems to address is how to get fresh water. Many boats, like Mera, are equipped with water makers, making fresh water from sea water using a reversed osmosis technique. In one anchorage we found the German yacht SuAn, who solved the water problem by collecting rain water. Pennies from heaven?



Not since the San Blas islands of Caribbean side of Panama, have we had the pleasure of collecting coconuts on the beach. Sverker handled the peeling, drilling, smashing and carving.

Incidents per year

With 2 persons coming from IT background aboard Mera, it was natural to discuss the number of incidents per hour etc. But we soon found out that in the relaxed life style of the Marquesas, the correct measure here would be number of incidents per year. Perhaps a handful.


Hike to the water fall

Nuku Hiva has the highest water fall of all French Polynesia. To get there, you go by boat to a remote beach, and hike up a river for about 2 hours to reach the bottom of the fall. There we found a fantastic natural pool, with a strong shower. As recommended by some ARC members: when the locals ask you, on the way up, whether you want dinner on the way down, just say yes. And we had a good meal made from local ingredients, except for the Chinese rice. Memorable.

Visited islands of Marquesas

Hiva Oa, Tahuata, Nuku Hiva, Ua Pou

Ole leaving

Towards the end of the stay in Marquesas, Ole flew back home to Norway. While Espen and Sverker started planning for the next leg, down to Tuamotus.

Leaving one paradise, headed for another.

Passage to Marquesas

Proud and innocent, we set off for the 3000 mile passage from Galapagos to Hiva Oa in Marquesas, French Polynesia, South Pacific. Little did we know what was ahead…


No wind

A day after leaving Galapagos, the wind died out, and we had to use the iron main sail (you know, the one with 100 hp) for almost 2 days until we came across the no wind doldrum belt usually prevailing around the equator. After this, we had good wind for the remainder of the passage.


No appetite

Sverker’s appetite, as usual, went down on the open ocean. However after 7 days he really started to become tired and reserved. Violetta, keeping a perhaps motherly eye on the crew, recognized the issue and convinced Sverker to try her special Blueberry oat porridge. As an obedient boy, he ate up despite lack of appetite. A couple of hours later, Sverker was back on track.


No catching up World ARC

Every day, we tuned into the short wave radio, for the World ARC update. They had left Galapagos a few days ahead of us, and though initially, it seemed we were catching up with their laggards (going thru the doldrums that we still had ahead), after some time we realized we would not catch up.


No fish

Ole had bought a brand new, made in Finland, 15 cm lure for the fishing rod in Galapagos. Witin a few minutes something really heavy was on the hook, but just a few seconds later, the line snapped. It had been bitten off close to the lure. So now, a big fish, with a big mouth and sharp teeth is swimming around with a wooden Finish lure, hook and all. Lucky to still be alive. And we were lucky not having to try to bring aboard, what in our minds became a monster fish. Despite continuous trying, we got no other fish on the hook during the passage.



No Google

We knew we would have no internet connection, apart from Espen’s short wave radio modem, which could transmit text emails. But we did not know how frustrating it can be not to be able to Google answers to questions, discussions and disputes. One crew member asked “Anybody knows if you can take the subway from San Fransisco airport all the way to the Oakland airport on the other side of the Bay?” Another crew, who had lived in SF answered: “There is no subway in SF, only trams and buses. I lived there and sailed the Bay.  There is no subway tunnel on the charts”. With Google, the discussion would have been concluded instantly. But we had all the time in the world to discuss this for a couple of hours. Not settled until we reached Hiva Oa. Other unsolvable riddles included: “Did BeeGees come from Australia?”


No news

Living in our little bubble, we were unaware of the business of the outside world. Had Trump said something controversial again? Well, that we kind of assumed. Would have been more strange if he had suddenly turned into a normal politician. Whatever that is.


No supermarket

We constantly watched out for that imaginary floating Walmart, holding all our innermost dreams. But we never saw it, despite the sun going anti clock wise. So, we had to bake our own bread.


No family

Being stuck out in the middle of the ocean for almost 3 weeks can be tough psychologically. Some crew members got more home sick than others. Captain was aware of the problem, and kindly offered the satellite telephone so that crew had the opportunity to talk to their next of kin.


No overnight stops

When on a long passage, you sail 24/7. Day as well as night.


No repairshops

If something breaks, you either fix it yourself, or wait until you get to your destination.


No privacy

We were sharing the 20 sqm(?) of indoor space. In lighter wind, we found refuge and solitude on the forward deck.


No library

Some crew members had pre loadad their e-readers with novels etc, while others relied on an older technology whereby ink was used on thin sheets of pulp material. The sheets bound together into inch-thick piles. Actually works without electricity, provided there is sunshine. But they use some type of permanent ink, meaning the thin sheets cannot be reused.


No garbage disposal

Though provisioning and storage provided a headache, a larger problem was how to handle the non-biological waste material. Espen had learned from a french crew how to cut plastic waste into thin sheets and put these into empty bottles, thereby preventing bad smell. Remaining crew was not overly enthusiastic about this excessive cutting, but a solution was reached when someone realised it was easier to use empty Pringle-boxes with their large opening.

No cooling off

Going thru the doldrums, at least Sverker was able to use the swimming rope (see blog post on Passage to Galapagos) when the boat was making less than 4 knots. But after that we made good speed. In high waves. Meaning impossible to use the swimming rope. Cool night shifts saved the day.


But a lot of fun

No boring moments. A good 4 hour shift schedule that kept everyone on a rotation. And a good meal&cleaning schedule masterminded by Violetta. So we got routine, a clean boat, meals on time and chewed off average some 170 miles per day. When there was still 1000 or 2000 miles to go, the daily mileage did not mean so much. But when we came in less than 500 miles to go, we slowly began to realise that all good things will come to an end.

Day 18

Land ohoy! As the sun rose we saw the grand island of Hive Oa in the Marquesas of French Polynesia. Truly South Pacific! After anchoring, getting the dingy ashore, the crew almost climbed each other to get some steady land under our feet. Feeling tired of being a prisoner of the boat for sooo long. And on the hunt for wifi.



Percent complete

In Hiva Oa, at 139 degrees west, Mera has reached 41% of the longitude goal.


Life in Galapagos

Arriving in Galapagos

The whole SOVE Mera crew was happy to reach land after several days on the ocean, celebrating with a beer.



Entering Galapagos is expensive. Even more so, if you want to visit more than 1 island. Maybe the reason it was so expensive to enter was the number of officers coming to the boat to clear us in. There was an officer from customs, an officer for immigration, an officer for health inspection, an officer for mental inspection, an officer for godknowswhat, and an officer for officer inspection, making sure the other officers did their job. And all needed a fee for their appearance and a stamp on a paper that, if missing, the sky would fall down. Well at least the iguanas would die, or something.


Hull inspection. The hull inspection officer (diver) was pleased to see such a clean hull. And we were happy that our cleaning efforts paid off.



Repair spinnaker. Espen took the broken spinnaker to the island’s sail maker. Who was not really a sail maker, but a shoe maker. After some hesitation, he agreed to do the job. He got his whole family involved fixing the sail on a football field.


PICTURE Family business


Sea lions

Sea lions were everywhere around the harbor. A sleepy bunch. If you ventured to take your own dingy into harbor, you were likely to have stow away passengers.

The harbor had no real dock, only a dock for the convenient water taxis. 1 usd per person per ride to get from your anchorage into dock. Just whistle and they will be there in 5 minutes.


Turtle hunting

One of the must see’s in Galapagos are the giant turtles. We hired a taxi who took us to a turtle farm where even Violetta got her turtle needs satisfied. On the way back we climbed thru a lava tunnel.



After a hectic day of sight seeing, captain enjoys a beer.


For dinner, we found an outdoor food court


Diving excursion

One of the days, we joined a diving expedition to one of the nearby islands, where we met some sea lions in the water, and got a closer look at the iguanas.

On the way back, we did some fishing, and got a large Tuna, that first became sushi, and later grilled.


ARC Around the world

In Galapagos, we cought up with the ARC around the world rally, going from Caribbean to Caribbean in about 18 months. It was interesting to listen to all their stories of bad crew and bad skippers.


Top up provisioning

Storage revolution, introducing strict apartheid regime. As we needed to top up provisions in Galapagos, it was very difficult to get a picture of what we needed to buy, as the storage was a combination of “per day” and “per function”. 2 crew members revamped all storage, and introduced a strict “per function” regime. This made it simple to assess what top up provisioning needed to be done. Captain was at a disadvantage, as he now needed to revert to a pack map to find where things were stored.


Best food

The best food on Galapagos was the rather inexpensive cold seafood cocktail with lime juice and ginger, Ceviche. Delicious on a hot day.

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No wifi

Wifi is generally scarce in the Pacific. Seems the below sign could be applied to the whole South Pacific.




Passage to Galapagos



Soft start

We made a soft start on our way to Galapagos, first heading out to a popular vacation resort 3 hours sailing from Panama City. We had to sail slalom between all tankers waiting to get a passage thru the canal. We also passed Espen’s next boat, a 200 feet sail yacht.


On the back side of the island, we found an almost empty bay. Sverker enjoyed the passengers on the starbord side of the other boat in the bay.


There was an interesting waterfall, that Ole and Sverker decided to swim ashore to investigate. However, when ashore, the water had stopped falling, and the small trickles still coming down was salt water. Possibly from a desalination plant?



8 hour sail to Isla del Rey

On the second day, we sailed a bit longer, 8 hours to Isla del Rey. En route we were approached by a flock of dolphins.



Punta Male

The shortest route out of the bay of Panama passes a cape called Punta Male. Male, because there are strong currents combined with strong opposite winds, creating bad sailing conditions. This area should be avoided, and we passed with a good safety margin. The word Male is found to describe other bad things, such as Malstroem (bad current), Malaria (bad area disease) BonusMalus (reward and punishment) and Malmoe (Swedish no go zone).


Really nice cruising the first few days, as there were no waves.


Catch of the day

We were lucky to catch a small tuna fish, good dinner for 3. Espen opted for canned meat instead.



Watch schedule

On the Caribbean side, we used a 3 hour watch schedule on 3 crew. Captain on 24 hour stand by. Meaning we only got 6 hour rest in between the watches. On the Pacific side, considering lighter winds and less swell, we decided to try a 4 hour watch schedule. To achieve rotation over the days, we also gave Espen a 4 hour slot per day. Slightly more strenuous watches, but longer rest in between.



A bad day for the Captain

Water consumption is a hot topic for all long distance sailors. With the new crew, consumption had gone up. To measure exactly how much we were consuming, Espen connected the smallest tank (50 liters) of the total 500 liters of water, to see how long it would take us to consume those 50 liters. Mera has pressurized water, meaning there is a pressure pump between the tanks and the water pipes. If a tank runs dry, the pressure pump will go indefinetly trying to build up pressure, and eventually break down.

At the very beginning of this bad day, around mid night, one crew member, who just came out of the toilet (had used water), heard a strange motor sound from below the freezer. Another crew member, sleeping close by dozily also reacted on the strange sound. Espen, sleeping, was alerted, but he concluded it was the freezer and nothing to worry about. 3 hours later Espen found the pressure pump on, since the 50 liter tank was empty. Despite being run dry for 3 hours, it was still functioning well. Luckily. Espen had no memory of being alerted.

Later, in the morning, Espen was at the helm, cruising along with the small spinnaker hoisted. As he wanted to write some emails, focus was not 100% on steering. With the unfortunate combination of going too high up against the wind, a tightly trimmed spinnaker, focus on the email, and a sudden gust of wind, the spinnaker was ripped apart. From the top, along the port side and along half of the bottom, the sail cloth was separated from its frame. Bringing down the remains was not a big problem, as we had a sock on the top that was still fully functioning. The rest of the crew thanked their lucky stars that it was captain himself on the watch.

ripped spinnaker

Unfortunately no picture was taken of the ripped spinnaker, but it resembled this


Swimming in the ocean

Cruising along at 7 to 8 knots makes it difficult to swim in the ocean. This did not stop Sverker from cooling off. He made knots on a rope and climbed down when speed occasionally went below 4 knots. Faster than that, it is difficult to hold on.



Hundreds off miles of the Columbian coast, we passed this small island, where cruisers are not allowed to land.



Passing the equator


With 2 days remaining to Galapagos, we passed the red line of the equator, and the strangest of things started to happen: Toilets started to flush in the opposite rotation, the sun started to go anti clock-wise, the stars in the night took all new formations, fish started swimming upside down, all winches on the boat had to be rotated the opposite direction, starboard became port, sun started rising in the west. The crew turned from Pollywogs to Shellbacks. And south became the direction of where it is cold. Strange!




Cleaning the hull

Just outside Galapagos, we stopped for cleaning the hull, removing any live material from the waterline downwards. Galapagos authorities are strict on not allowing any hairy hulls in their waters. Some curious sealions swam by to check us out. Violetta kept a look out for sharks.




We arrived in Galapagos 9 days after leaving Panama, with 6 nights on the open ocean. A heavy rain preceded our entry. Luckily it blew in front of us.



Percent complete

In Galapagos, at 90 degrees west, Mera has reached 28% of the longitude goal.