- August 17, 2013 Klaus got his first car. Wow, what an experience to see my little son becoming a man and taking on big responsibilities.
- August 16, 2013 Carta a la Lala
No se sí te imaginas lo que es viajar en velero. Es una aventura como subirse a un tren expreso de los 50!
Luchando contra viento y marea como dicen allá. Ayer fue nuestro día tres, de trabajo por cierto. Salimos… Más bien digo salí a las 5:00 de la mañana ya que el Coco no se levantó. En cuanto di la vuelta rumbo al extremo Norte de Taxeda, la isla del frente y mi primer objetivo, el mar mostró sus afilados dientes ladrandome con unos 20 nudos de viento. “Nada” le dije, “no me asustas, más bien me gustan tus desafíos!”. Este tramo debería tomarme unas dos horas sin el perro suelto. Ayer me tomo 5 horas lidiando con el bendito elemento.
Mi cuerpecito, como tu dices, esta menos flexible y menos avezado que antes.
No me entretuve tanto lidiando con el enfurecido mar que golpeaba tan fuerte al bote hasta que despertó al Coco. Finalmente saco su cara de picarón, de estudiante travieso, de ladrón escolar de dulces y caramelos, reclamando divertido por la bulla que metía el bote y el movimiento que le impedían continuar con su importante rutina de sueño de búho! Duerme de día y juega con su teléfono por las noches.
“Que tanto ruido!” Me dice tratando de acostumbrarse a la molesta luz del sol, arrugando su cara como una manzana seca y amorosa. “Mi corazón de acero inoxidable se derrite al verlo!” -“te quiero! Dormisteis bien?” – ” me hubieras escuchado gritarte si me caía al mar mientras dormías?” Le dije para intentar una vez mas motivar su resbalosa conciencia.
Coco es un tipo brillante, a los doce años ta me ganaba al ajedrez en tres jugadas. Siempre ha tenido claridad de todo. Agudo y expresivo al punto que los mayores siempre temían una de sus escurridizas observaciones. Su pubertad le trajo nubes de tormenta que lo revolvieron todo. Desvío su rumbo a lo fácil, la flojera y todas las malas costumbres de esa edad. Experiencias dicen algunos, yo lo interpreto como castigo de Dios para mi.
Ahora con 25, o son ya 26? Me quedo pensando que clase de padre soy que ni me acuerdo que edad tienen mis hijos… en fin, continuemos con el cuento, el “bendito Coco” aún no ha madurado lo que ha pasado yo lo llamo “más-durado” que es casi lo mismo, pero no!
“Tienes razón!” Me dijo. Me descoloco con su apertura de mano. -“quizás esta madurando?” Pensé par mis adentros y continúe ofreciéndole algo para comer tomando el rumbo light de la mañana.
Se sentó a prestarme compañia y comentar a cerca de lo bravo del mar y eso. Nada me dijo de lo que el estaba pensando hasta que lo leí en su “post” de Facebook. Así nos comunicamos ahora…
Según el, se había despertado preocupado por el estrépito y las violentas sacudidas del velero. Pensó que quizás me habría caído al mar o que quizás estaría rojo de rabia por su indolencia. En cambio me había encontrado con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja y con los ojos brillantes de entusiasmo!
En fin, su cuerpo me a acompaño todo el día pero su alma no. Al rato, ignorando los vaivenes del velero su cabeza se descolgo y su boca se abrió como pescado en un profundo sueño de otras dos horas. Nada lo distrajo ni molesto! Anoche me confeso que se había dormido preocupado si doblábamos. Mira las preocupaciones que tiene.
Por la tarde seguimos navegando luego de abastecernos de petróleo y agua en Lund, para el bote y un cortaúñas que se me quedo en la casa. Paramos en una Isla que se llama Savory, si como los helados, a comer. Me hice mi pechuga de pollo hervida en agua y mi ensaladita cristiana mientras el Coco se hacía dos jugosas hamburguesas al BBQ. Pensé en mandar a la mierda mi dieta y ser un gordo feliz!
Desde Savary a Cortez, nuestro objetivó final del día seguimos luchando con el viento. Esta vez se levantó hasta 30 nudos. Luche y luche hasta que vencí! Cansado sí, como perro!
Llegamos a Cortez de noche después de haber tirado las trampas para camarones a la llegada en mi lugar favorito. En un rato más, Coco despertándose mediante veremos que sorpresa nos trae el mar.
Una buena ducha caliente y al sobré con mi budín de chocolate, dietético, y una gorda pastilla de Advil para el dolo muscular. Mejor que droga. Hoy desperté feliz sin un dolor, hundido en mi plumón, calentito y feliz. Con pocas ganas de levantarme!
- July 24, 2013
Its 5:56 in the morning and getting ready for the trip to Cortez Island. Getting the last things organized and loading the car with last minutes stuff. Took 5 minutes to say hi to you and tell you that my back is a little achy but OK. Cant wait to be sailing and feel the freedom of the breeze and the wide open ocean in front of me. I can feel the smoothness of the gray blueish water under me and the anticipation and excitement of the adventure. My head feels like a school door at the end of the day, a storm of ideas trying all to get out at the same time !
- July 23, 2013
I am getting ready to go in a two week boat trip with Ignacius to Cortes Island and surroundings. Yesterday Klaus, Astrid and me went to the boat to begin with the preparations. We brought the outboard motor for the dinghy and after a few wiggling here and there the job was doe and Klaus went for a spin in the boat by himself. I though he enjoyed the ride.
At the border we got lucky and got an inspection from the Border Officers at the USA border at Point Roberts.
I tried to use the toilet and something was not right. I started troubleshooting and took like 4 hours to put apart and together the whole thing. Well not quite the whole thing. After we left I realized where is the problem. Tired and wet we came home. Klaus was super unhappy, he wanted to go to the Gym.
I have a long list of things to do today, Flying with Michael at 9:30, shopping for groceries at Costco, Motor Oil and supplies at Canadian Tire, pick up my food by Vital Body at 2:00 and then off to the boat with more stuff in preparation for tomorrow’s trip.
Thoughts for today?
- Fix the bloody toilet
- Lose weight
- Do exercises
- Plan for tomorrow
- have fun flying the Pitts this morning
- Run, run, run!
This is actually very cool, I will write every day!
- Saturday, May 18, 2013 I had a major accident in Ecuador. Here is the Story “Chronicles of a free fall”.
I woke from a pleasant dream, how long did I sleep? I didn’t know. I was lying face down at the bottom of a mineshaft. My hand felt wet as it grazed my face. A chill ran through my body, I felt cold and wet. I looked up.
“Juvenaaaal!” I screamed.
I slid my hand around to the back right pocket of my jeans. My IPhone was intact, just a sprig of grass covered the screen. How many bars… none, no signal, nothing!
“Juvenaaaal!” I screamed again as loud as I could. Nothing!
I looked around, my breathing was agitated.
My mind raced as I realized what happened. Shit, I’d fallen down the hill, how do I get out of here? Questions flooded my mind. Is anybody looking for me? Am I going to die in this mineshaft?
I took a breath. With resolve, I said, “Not at all! I will get out from here somehow!”
I was expecting to hear,
“Inje, are you OK? No need to worry, we are getting you out now!” Silence.
I looked around, touched my face and head. Wet but in one piece. I cleaned my bloody hand on my t-shirt. Took photos with my phone to remember where I have been. No broken bones, no pain. How do I get out of here?
It was like a dream, I watched the vegetation under my body spinning at high speed. It felt like flying.
I wasn’t afraid. It was all very fast and slow at the same time. I tried to grab the weeds to slow down, and dig my thick boots into the lush vegetation. Even now, I can see the succession of images vividly.
The path of almost one kilometer linking the camp of Taricori in Peru with La Herradura in Ecuador is an irregular, narrow path full of ups and downs carved into the rock on the sides of the steep hills of the Cordillera del Condor on the border of Peru and Ecuador.
As the descent from the border (the highest peaks) into La Herradura has a drop of 120 meters, and it is a super steep and dangerous path, I brought Juvenal, a worker from the mining camp.
As I had been walking the trails frequently, I used a pole for balance and support for climbing up the rocks.
I was excited about the ore processing that had been going on since the night before. It was supposed to finish that morning.
I had planned to spend the weekend at the Yanzatza Hotel in Ecuador. A change of scenery after two weeks in Taricori. An escape from the cold and rain. A chance to wash and dry my clothes, breath a different air.
With the practice of walking the narrow trails almost every day, I had gained confidence in my legs and lost the fear of the innumerable small, lethal insects and snakes.
I walked with Juvenal to the flags at the border and began the descent. La Herradura was full of activity. My cheek muscles strained from listening to the noise of civilization after so long in the moist, quiet Amazon. I was happy!
A few minutes into our descent, we got to the wooden bridge. I took special care walking on the wide, slippery boards. After that, two, three or four steps and the fall began.
The trail turns sharply to the left and into the cliff. I can only guess that I stepped too close to the edge and went straight off. Perhaps the humidity from the night before, the wetness on the ground made me slip and fall into the void.
I don’t remember everything. It’s somewhat surreal. I remember stumbling downhill, trying to grab something to stop myself. I felt a hard blow to my nose, everything got quiet after that, no fear, no pain, numb.
I continued to roll down and woke up after a peaceful sleep at the bottom of a ten meter shaft.
After a while I heard noises outside, it was Julio.
“Inge are you OK?” he called, looking down into the dark shaft. Inge is short for Ingeniero, Spanish for Engineer.
Shortly thereafter, five more miners appeared at the entrance of the shaft with a rope.
I saw Juvenal’s face in between the miners.
The son-in-law of the “Baker” Jose Ovidio began descending with a rope stepping on the sides of the shaft. I watched intently, so that I could do the same when it was my turn.
“I’ll help you,” he said, scanning me from top to bottom.
“I will get out by myself compadre,” I assured him.
Jose tied the rope around my legs. The cord was soft and thick, special material. It reminded me of cords that I’ve seen in mines in the North of Chile with a smell of a mix between diesel and dust. I grabbed the cord and began to climb as the crew outside pulled. I walked up the sides of the shaft. I saw a couple of big rocks holding on to each other. I feared they would come rolling down, making everything even worse.
“Pull! Pull!” I shouted as I climbed.
Strong fellows, I thought, due to my extra weight.
I cannot touch the rocks now, I have to go out cleanly!
“Watch out with the rocks at the entry, raise the rope!” I shouted at them.
I felt neither pain nor any inconvenience. I just wanted out of there!
Carefully, not touching the rocks at the opening of the shaft, I got out.
Once out I doubled over, steadied myself holding on to two miners. I felt a strong pain in my chest and back. I was standing up. I stayed steady with the two miners and walked with difficulty through the thick vegetation to an open area. I couldn’t stretch. I thought that it would be difficult for me to go down, walking the rest of the way.
They laid me down on the ground as they dealt with building a stretcher with logs and a blanket.
A soft drizzle refreshed my face. I looked around, rain forest!
After a few minutes, Juvenal showed up breathing heavily with the stretcher. They help me get onto the stretcher and with everyone holding on, they brought me down the mountain.
The trip to the medical center in Paquisha must have taken around two hours. After an evaluation, they sent to me Loja for x-rays. There were no broken bones and I was stable. We arrived in Loja at six o’clock in the evening after an exhausting trip. Calm, sore and tired. It was like a tough fight with an Amazon cat!
Today is day six. Thanks to God, I am alive.