For the last two night in Colombia I stayed at the Hostel Mamallena. A dorm room, wifi and tourist location all added up to the perfect spot to spent two nights in Cartagena. The last days in Colombia were spent shopping, exchanging USD for EUROs, delivering the motorcycle to the Stalhratte and hanging out with some of the riders that would be on the trip.
The night before setting sail, around 4:00 AM, in the dark of the dorm room I stumbled. As I fell my little finger somehow got caught under my knee and became dislocated. Ouch. As I studied the finger and its odd line, the thought of seeking out a hospital loomed over me. By my rough estimate it would mean finding and taking a taxi to the emergency room with a finger out of joint, waiting for hours to be treated and released, then traveling back to the hostel to packing up and get to the Stalhratte. Or I could just give the finger a firm tug and reset it. My mind processed the above in seconds and the next thing I knew I was grasping the little finger with my left and a good YANK. Surprisingly resetting the finger was not painful. The joint became swollen, bruised and tender for weeks and weeks. [Note: months later the range of motion of my little finger remains reduced. Another souvenir from the trip.]
I stocked up for the sea voyage and final major leg of the trip with, chocolate, razor blades, motion sickness pills and most importantly the last bottle of Jack Daniels available at the Exito grocery store.
"The Virgin of the Loading Cranes"
Six motorcycles wrapped up for the sea voyage ahead.
Motoring out of Cartagena habour.
Preparing the main sail.
Hoisting the main sail.
Captain Ludwig observing a container ship. During the five day sail we encountered only a few commercial ships. Each sighting is duly recorded in the ships log.
Two fishing lines were always in place while the Stalhratte was under sail. Several mackerel were caught between Colombia and Jamaica. Two slipped off the hook as they were lifted out of the water.
Barracuda, caught between Cuba and Mexico. Delicious.
Now docked in Port Antonio, Jamaica, we could not leave the boat until it was inspected by Jamaican Customs officials and the automatic quarantine lifted. We were permitted to swim! We had spent 5 days at sea. Naturally we could not swim while under sail, so diving into the bay took little encouragement. Errol Flynn Marina, Port Antonio, Portland Parish, Jamaica
Captain Ludwig preparing documents to bring the Stalhratte into Jamaica and visas for his passengers.
The next morning Jamaican Immigrations arrived and we were stamped into Jamaica!
Hi ! Me and my partner want to live from jamaica to columbia in boat. Do you know how to find someone who did it? And if its possible, do you have an idea about the cost ? Thank you very much !ReplyDelete
I only know of the Stalhratte, but it sails from Colombia to Jamaica, and just once a year. There must be other boats.ReplyDelete
I want to do this im in colombia now and want to travel to jamaicaReplyDelete
Hi Diego277, Sadly the Stalhratte was sold and no longer makes the run from Colombia to Jamaica.Delete