Today is going to be a longer sailing day at 314NM from Cuba to Haiti, so settling in for the long haul along the Cuban coast and into the Windward Passage.
The Windward Passage is a Strait between Cuba and Haiti, and decided to sail this route to hopefully miss head winds.
Many cruising boats sail out to the Bahamas from Cuba, then down to the Dominican Republic, bypassing Haiti. This route is an assured beat that we’re not keen to experience, especially as we don’t know Reality (boat) intimately, yet.
Puerto De Vita (Cuba): 21°04.730’N 75°57.112’W
Île-à-Vache (Haiti): 18°06.394’N 73°41.654’W
Starting out with good winds and a great sail, soon, everything dies down and we loll around for hours, until finally deciding to motor sail.
I get really bored and agitated if we’re not moving.
The Windward Passage is one of the main shipping channels here for ships going to the Panama, so a good lookout at all times is important.
It takes me a while trying to work out the ship’s lights at night as there are many lights, not just Port and Starboard. Apart from keeping out of container ships’ way, there’s not much else to look out for on this trip.
As there’s a Civil War on in Haiti and deemed unsafe, we decide to give the mainland a miss and head for Île-à-Vache (Cow Island) instead, which is off the mainland a little.
Hitting the bank!
After a two and a half-day sail, we motor into the island’s bay at around 2am, very exhausted.
I’m so tired that I fall asleep sitting upright in the cockpit, which is the first time ever for me on an approach.
A rude awakening with a loud thud and my ears tell me it is just a swell, but my brain is telling me the sea is too flat in the lee of the island…both are wrong – we hit the bank!
Thinking that the rudder is frozen or worse, has fallen off after hitting the bank and losing steering, we quickly realise that the autopilot is still engaged.
Madly reversing the boat out fast, we anchor further out and hope like hell the boat isn’t damaged too much. Quick thinking on the Skipper’s part.
Illé a Vache
After only about 4 hours of sleep and dog-tired, we wake to sounds of voices talking outside – a local in a dugout canoe is calling out to the boat.
Before long we have hoards of villagers visiting in dugout canoes. The locals are so very friendly here and all trying to sell us lobsters, mangoes, bananas, and their labour.
The island is gorgeous, very picturesque with coconut palms lacing the beach and small thatched or corrugated iron huts, dotted along the waterfront.
A local named Kiki who speaks fluent English paddles out and advises us to anchor in the lagoon as it is much safer in there, so off we move again.
The lagoon has 360°-protection and is just like a millpond. The scenery is stunning!
High on the hill above a resort looks down on the lagoon and is run by a French couple. The resort has been here for a very long time.
I can get the resort’s wireless but as the signal is too low, not able to hook on…what a shame as really itching to chat to people.
There isn’t any electricity or running water on the island but the island does have wells with clean drinking water.
I later learn that everything we barter for or buy from the locals, grows for free on the island. This doesn’t matter as we want to help out the locals anyway.
For USD$1, an entrepreneurial small boy in his canoe can take us to shore so, we decide to visit.
Taking a little stroll through the village’s sandy paths is interesting. Not much to do here except fish and make babies, it seems.
Meandering past the church, some sort of service on and the high-pitch shrill of a female’s voice sounds more like an African ritual than a church service. Shame, I don’t venture in but thinking it isn’t appropriate on this occasion, continue to walk the beach instead.
My gut feeling about Haitians is that they’re a very gentle people.
When you meet, a local doesn’t shake hands with a strong clasp, or aggressively as we do. It’s almost a passing of hands – only a gentle touch with the other person’s hand. Haitians walk very erect and proud, not slouched.
I haven’t seen any overweight locals here yet. Their bodies are quite sculptured and beautiful, as are their faces. French and Creole are the main languages spoken and locals that have gone to school can speak a little English.
Everyone comes to this island because it’s very safe but also to escape the war on the mainland. We are warned by many locals not to anchor close to the mainland as it is far too dangerous.
There isn’t much work on the island so when a boat comes in, locals paddle out asking if anything is required – laundry done, work on the boat, or food supplies.
Locals show us reference letters that other people have written for them, explaining how good their work is so that we will employ them during our stay. Locals do work well and provide good quality work.
Although the boat doesn’t really need cleaning, we hire a local for the day to clean the outside of the cabin and polish the stainless. He did an excellent job and we paid him $US15 for the day. Locals earn $US2 per day at the resort. Also giving him a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, he’s stoked and his appreciation is humbling, but also sad that we are leaving tomorrow.
I lost count of all the visitors to the boat during the day. By nightfall the rain starts setting in, so no more canoes venture out and we are left alone once again.
If you find yourself sailing to this island, some things that the locals ask us for include pens, writing paper, batteries, paint (for their canoes), fishing line and hooks. Simple things really, which most passing boats do have onboard.