April 15, 2008 Tuesday
08.56.250N; 079.33.500W Distance traveled approximately 55 NM
Balboa Yacht Club mooring
We are now in the Pacific Ocean !
The canal transit was tiring
but we all came through without a scratch to either person or yacht, and that
is all that matters. We were accompanied
on the canal transit by B’SHERET on our starboard side and ARGANAUTA I on our
port side. I did the driving and Bill
was free to move around the boat as needed to assist with various line
adjustments or anything else that needed tending. Our line handlers were Paul & Diane from
S/V FLAME from Perth , Australia ,
and Hans & Georgie on S/V ARBUTHNOT, also from western Australia . Both boats are in the final legs of
circumnavigation and all 4 people are experienced with locks in various parts
of the world but this was the fist Panama Canal
transit for everyone on BeBe. We came
close to 2 mishaps during our transit but both times the reason was because a
stern line was too tight which prevented movement of the bow, not because our
line handlers on the bow did anything incorrectly. As soon as the stern line was loosened both
times, I was able to move the bow back to the middle of the lock. This happened once on the starboard side and
once on the port side. But no one hit
the wall; so as our kids say when playing basketball: no blood, no foul.
Now for the blow-by-blow
details of our transit:
We left Shelter Bay Marina
around 4:00 p.m. on Saturday April 12 and motored to The Flats anchorage as
instructed by the canal authority. They
are only allowing 3 yachts every other day to transit at this time, so it was
easy to spot the other 2 boats that would be accompanying us. All 3 of us had black car tires hanging down
the sides of our boats; that really stands out on a white sailboat.
The advisor arrived late at
around 7:20 and managed to get aboard without any damage to our boat. His first words were “Communication is the
most important thing.” And that was
almost all his communication for the rest of the evening. His second sentence was “What is on the menu
for tonight?” We found out later that
this is an important issue for this particular guy. He agreed to try the meal I had
prepared. He sat in the cockpit and ate
dinner (we had all eaten earlier while waiting for him). Then we pulled anchor and motored off towards
the first Gatun lock. The advisor
decided that we should be tied next to a tug boat instead of being nested with
the 2 smaller monohulls. So we waited
patiently (and later impatiently) for the tug to assist the huge ship CALEDONIA into the first lock. I drove the boat in circles repeatedly while
this incredibly slow process was completed.
CALEDONIA finally was inside the first
lock around 10:30 p.m. By this time the
tug decided that it was too late and they were quitting for the evening. That meant that we reverted back to Plan A –
nest with the 2 smaller monohulls, with us in the center.
The other 2 monohulls were
already tied together. In order to nest
with us they had to separate and then tie onto either side of BeBe – in the
pitch black darkness. This was
accomplished and BeBe took control of the 3 boats tied together and drove us
into the first lock. Man did it look
close to that big ship in front of us in the lock! The control lines were shared by all 3
boats. The stern lines up the lock walls
were run from the aft of the boats on either side of us, so the aft line
control was something we did not have to deal with. The bow control lines up the lock walls were
run from the bow of our boat. So our
line handlers only had to deal with the bow lines as we were raised in each
lock.
I do not know how boats
manage this procedure without a bow thruster.
The bow thruster was the only way I could control the rafted 3 boats
inside the locks. There is a lot of
turbulence as the water fills the lock from beneath; and there is a lot of
current in the locks. And the prop wash
from the huge ship directly in front of us was quite strong when it would motor
forward to the next lock. Also, when the
water level is down and the locks walls are high around you, the slightest bit
of wind will cause the boats to turn and become difficult to control. But we managed the Gatun upward locks just
fine.
After the third lock we
entered Gatun Lake .
By now it was after midnight and the advisor was quite tired. In fact, for the past 4 hours he had been
falling asleep in the cockpit – when he wasn’t talking to his wife or
girlfriend on the phone. We untied from
the other 2 boats and motored quickly to the mooring where we were to spend the
night. It was a very dark night and we
prayed that this guy knew where he was taking us, as we were speeding along at
8 knots in total blackness. Turned out
that he did indeed know the route to the mooring and we tied up for what was
left of the night. The other 2 boats
arrived shortly thereafter (lucky them; all they had to do was follow us in the
darkness). They tied to the other mooring,
one on each side of the large rubber mooring.
Our advisor called for a launch to come pick him up; and he left our
boat around 1:30 a.m.
When the above mentioned advisor
arrived on our boat in The Flats, we of course asked his name. He said his name was Ernest Cooper. Someone asked what he preferred to be
called: Ernest, Ernesto, Ernst, or Mr.
Cooper. He replied, “Mr. Cooper would be
fine.” This set the tone for entire
evening. He called all of us by our
first names, but he wanted to be addressed as Mr. Cooper. Bit haughty, don’t you think? After all, he was the age of our children and
addressed all of us by our fist names but he wanted to be addressed as “MISTER
Cooper.” He seemed to have an attitude
that did not set well with any of us. We
later learned that MR. Cooper does not have a good reputation with the other
advisors. In fact, he is called Chicken
Man by the other advisors. Chicken Man
was given this nickname because he really likes turkey and was served chicken
for dinner one night by a transiting yacht.
He refused to eat the chicken and called for a catered meal, at a cost
of $255 to the transiting yacht. Guess
it was lucky for us that he liked the carne guisada, yeast rolls, salad and
brownies that were served to him on BeBe.
Here is a link to another
cruiser’s notes about their canal transit and it mentions Mr. Ernest Cooper:
And FWIW, here is a link to another yacht’s YouTube videos
of their canal transit. One clip shows
Mr. Ernest Cooper, a/k/a MR. Chicken Man, arriving:
Our second advisor, Meza,
arrived at 6:30 a.m. and hurried us off the mooring. Meza said the San Pedro Miguel lock was
reserved for us to transit at 10:00 and we needed to motor at 7.5 knots in
order to travel the 24 miles and nest-up again with the other 2 boats and enter
the lock on time. I had prepared a full
American breakfast of bacon, eggs, bread, cantaloupe, banana bread and
juice. The crew ate this, but all Meza
wanted was coffee. What a difference
from MR. Chicken Man! Meza was very
nice, communicated instructions clearly, provided us with lots of information
about the canal and surroundings, and was a very, very nice man.
BeBe maintained the 7.5 knot
boat speed and we arrived at the lock on time;
B’Sheret arrived next and Arganauta I arrived last. Arganauta I was having an engine temperature
problem and could not motor faster than 5 knots. We nested up again ----- so much easier to do
this in daylight rather than in total darkness.
Then BeBe drove us into the lock.
We had the entire lock just
to ourselves!! That was
unbelievable. There are dozens and
dozens of yachts waiting to transit the canal from the Atlantic side (current
transit date being assigned is 8 weeks out, meaning mid-June), and here we are
experiencing a private lockage. Such a
waste.
Locking downward is very
different than locking upward. Everyone
had warned us that locking upward was very turbulent (and it was), but that
locking downward was very gentle and calm – just a piece of cake. Well…..not really folks. The movement is gentle as the boats float
while the When locking down the nested boats obviously finish with very high
lock walls on either side. This creates
a wind tunnel effect. Combined with the
strong currents in the downward locks, the boats can be difficult to control.
The canal wall workers throw
down a thin line with a large knot tied on the end; this is called a monkey
fist. And it is the size of a large
monkey’s fist. They are pretty accurate
throwing these monkey fists; they throw them like one would throw a
baseball. But everyone needs to watch
out for them because getting hit in the head or face would hurt. The yacht line handler then ties the heavy
yacht line into a bowline knot around the monkey fist and the wall worker pulls
the heavy line up to the top of the wall and ties it off on a bollard. Four heavy yacht lines are used, so the
boats are tied up both forward and aft.
The yacht line handlers then adjust the line tension on all 4 lines as
the water level and boat are raised or lowered in the lock. This holds the boat stationary as the water
current swirls around inside the lock.
When the water is either fully down or fully up, then the heavy yacht
line is retrieved from the monkey fist thin line and the yacht motors to the
next lock.
Since BeBe was the largest of
the 3 boats, we were the center boat.
The control lines were run both port and starboard from our bow and from
the port stern of ARGANAUTA I and the starboard stern of B’SHERET. As I said in the first paragraph of this log,
the only times we had serious movement toward the wall and I was unable to move
the bow of the boat back to center was when a stern line was too tight. As soon as the tension was loosened on the
offending stern line, then I was able to straighten the boats into the middle
of the lock. Both times this happened
were during downward lockage. This happened once on the port side and once on
the starboard side; but neither time did a boat actually hit the wall; so in our
opinions the transit was smooth and uneventful.
I’m sure the boat getting close to the wall during these incidents
didn’t consider the transit quite so uneventful.
Our enthusiastic thanks to
Paul, Diane, Hans and Georgie for a job very well done. We wish you all pleasant passages and calm seas
during your Pacific travels towards home.
Hope to see you again either in New
Zealand or Australia . Hope your canal transits go as smoothly as
ours.
Within minutes of going
beneath the Bridge of the Americas
and entering the Pacific Ocean we were on a
mooring at the Balboa Yacht Club. A few
minutes later we were visited by 2 men from the Port Captain authority. Our agent Stanley had already obtained our
zarpe clearing us out of Panama
to the Galapagos Islands , but we had to pay
$20 and give copies of various papers to these guys. We are now free to leave Panama whenever we like.
As luck would have it, our
printer decided to refuse to power on just when we needed it to print a copy of
our documentation for the authorities. I
found last year’s certificate of documentation and they accepted it. But we had to buy a new printer before
leaving Panama . Good thing the printer decided to die here as
you really need a printer on a cruising yacht these days in order to handle all
the copies of various documents needed to clear in and out of ports. We were able to find one that uses the same
printer cartridges so we won’t have to trash all those extra printer cartridges
we bought in Houston
during our Christmas visit home.
Last night we had delicious
burgers at the new Balboa Yacht Club with a dozen or so other cruisers. Very nice new facility and great tasting,
reasonably priced food. Learned that
B’SHERET will be sailing on to the Galapagos about the same time as us and FREE
SPIRIT. FREE SPIRIT began their canal
transit last night and will arrive in Balboa this afternoon. We plan to leave Balboa tomorrow and go to
Espiritu Santos in the Las Perlas islands.
We will wait there for FREE SPIRIT and then we will start the 950 mile
passage to the Galapagos Islands shortly
thereafter on the first decent weather prediction.
This website probably will
not be updated again until after we arrive in Galapagos.
Update June 2013: We have been told by another sailor who just transited the canal that Mister Chicken Man, a/k/a Ernesto Cooper, no longer works as an advisor on private yachts. He supposedly now worked strictly on tug boats on the canal. Good.
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