Taboga for Ensanada Naranjo

June third
It was after I got the boat sufficiently tidey to sail that i left for ensanda Naranjo.
I awoke in the early morning to the feling of a nort wind, and didnt think twice of it. I jumped up but on cloths and haulled the dinghy onboard, followed by the anchor. And i was off, heading for punta mala, which was going to be my first night sailing alone. heading for, well the name says it all punta mala, or bad point, and it is just that. A good friend of mine once said "punta mala doesnt make the bad weather, it only amplifies it." how right he was, but with out seeing a weather report in over a week, it would be a roll of the dice, and take what you get.
The sailing was lite wind all the way there. after awhiel of seeing dolfins, and listening to the say old music over and over again a black cloud started forming on my stern. nothing to worry about, i was making good time towards my destination.
whe i got to punta mala it was really dark due to lack of moon, and lights on shore.
I was crawling along sence the current had moved against me now.
suddenly out of the blew i saw this wall coming at me from the stern, then up piped the wind! Like a wham from the back wind over taking everyting, sending all bits of whatever wasnt secured over board. after i nuetralled the engine i went forward and hauled up the storm jib.
the noise of the wind threw the mast was defining, and the waves were getting larger and starting to break against the stern. once i sheated in the jib it was like a whole new boat, she picked up hull speed darasticaly, and was sailign really well. i only had afew things fall in the sudden shock of wind, and picking up imediatly, and lashign down the cabin kept it nice inside.
we were sailing down wind, with rain, and lightning, heading around panamas punta mala, but the boat was going well, and all in all a good passage. I arrived at naranjo the next evening, with cebaco in sight, and a good bight int he bottom, a good nights sleep was welcome.