Part 3: We go to the Caribbean Sea and again shmon
Wind 5 knots, gulfwind, wave 0.5-1.0 m, the Dominican moon sometimes appears from behind the clouds, raising the already high spirits.
Nobody wants to sleep, on the contrary, there is a desire to sing songs in a duet. As soon as Max heard my singing, he lost the desire to continue this activity. I think it's just a lack of musical culture. But the silence was not a burden to us. The running lights weren't turned on, saving our batteries for the mechanics in Santo-Domingo . You will laugh, but at the main Dominican Naval Base "Calderas" there was only one opportunity to charge the batteries - we carried them one at a time to the Coca-Cola cafe and charged them from one outlet. If notate, I will say more - there was no doctor at the base. When one day I needed him, the deputy himself. The base commander proudly told me that they had never had a doctor here. Envy the health of the Dominican sailors! And now, having passed 15 miles, by the light of the moon that has peeped out, we notice from the stern the dark silhouette of a ship creeping up on us. Again, for some reason, we did not suspect pirates in it, but, on the contrary, turned on our navigation lights, to which the creeping boat was lit up with illumination and directed a powerful searchlight at us. From the ship we were notified thattheir bosses missed us very much and therefore they have an order to tow us back. I treated their claims with understanding, but suggested, since we were already almost halfway to Santo Domingo , that we be towed there, reasonably believing that there is a naval base in the capital, right next to their admirals and generals. He offered to contact their superiors by radio and state our reasonable proposals. The admirals were sleeping at that time, and after 3 hours we were again in our native harbor of Calderas at the side of our native crustdamn. Deja vu!
We woke up around noon. Immediately called the Consul with a description of our adventures. The Consul explained to us that the Dominican authorities are aware of all the latest technological developments and therefore, in their opinion, there is a possibility that we drowned all our drugs within the territorial waters of the Dominicana , and, as soon as we are given freedom, we will immediately go to the point, where we drowned our drugs and, with the help of GPS, we can fish them out of there. Through the Consul, I advised the Dominican authorities to let us go and by covert surveillance (Icialist by this method) to capture us warm right in the process of fishing.
The mood is at zero, but you still want to eat. I don't want to cook. The young commander of the ship to which we are moored said that not far from Salinas , this is such a town, there is a marina with a restaurant and took us there in his car. Two kilometers. But first, a Greek mechanic appeared with his son, a trainee. The Greek himself did not show up, the mechanic was a Dominican. To his credit, he didn’t blow into the return line, but very competently disconnected the fuel pipes from the injectors, immediately understood everything and said that the matter was in the high-pressure fuel pump, dismantledl him and took him away in an unknown direction.
Marina turned out to be an oasis! A hotel with 28 rooms, a restaurant with excellent cuisine, two swimming pools, a jacuzzi with colored lights, a good gift shop, a marina for sailboats and boats with a bar on the pier, a small sandy beach, a shower and maybe forget something? Oh yes, the toilet and the Internet. A hotel room - $20, sailboat parking on a buoy - $5, at the pier - $10. And palm trees, palm trees all around. There are few sailboats, about five, the same number of boats, which, at the suggestion of new Russians, are also called sailboats. Every week –and people come here on boats and sailboats, and even more come on carsimportant people of the state. This marina played a decisive role in the Dominican period of our destiny, that's why I describe it in such detail. Here we met a Russian inspector of the Register, who was here on a business trip from Cuba, inspecting the repair of some banana ship with a Russian-Ukrainian crew, docked near the Naval Base. Thanks to this crew, we were able to charge batteries on it and the guys went over our starter, when the Dominican-Greek mechanic, having checked everything that was possible, expressed the version that thisThe starter isn't turning fast enough. Well, we sat with this crew not bad, both on their ship and on our sailboat, where they illegally entered on our dinghy into the very center of the naval defense of the Dominican Republic ..
But this is a digression. A couple of days later, the mechanic brought us a checked, adjusted and painted, with a brand new seal, a pump with a bill of $525. Painting was included in the bill. Payback immediately, even though the engine never started. Probably the injectors are wrong. We agreed. But they wanted to check the nozzles without the participation of a mechanic and therefore took them to Santo-Domingo themselves. Maybe they wanted to save money, or maybe they just missed civilization. Imagine, at the base and in the marina - not a single woman, there is no one to rest the eye on.
During this trip, Maxim and I had a serious conversation. He has been separated from his family for almost two months now and to go across the ocean, even if they let us go tomorrow and the engine suddenly starts miraculously, it will still be at least two months only to Gibraltar. His children and my grandchildren want to eat, and his wife is young ... Of course, he will not leave me, but the only option is to send a sailboat on board a steamer somewhere in the Black Sea. In Santo-Domingo , a telephone directory found several companies involved in shipping goods to Europe. two andthey expressed their full readiness to help us, the cost is 6-8 thousand dollars offhand, but negotiations can be conducted when the sailboat is directly in Santo-Domingo . I had to be satisfied with this information and repaired injectors. Needless to say, the engine did not start again.
Meanwhile, five days have passed since our romantic night in the Caribbean, all the charms of which we did not have time to fully enjoy. Again, hooray, freedom! We can go to Santo Domingo . According to the established tradition, we go out at night looking. Passing the maneuver near the ship of our Ukrainian-Russian friends, we enthusiastically wave to each other. We'll meet them again in a few hours. They leaned out into the sea, it was dark, it was stormy, the wind was headwind. Let's think we'll rest until morning at anchor in the bay. As you can imagine, there was no rest. Dawn inmet again at the side of the same ship. Maybe the technically advanced Dominican authorities have no idea about the methods of covert surveillance?
This time the Deputy The base commander went to meet us. It’s clear that the higher authorities won’t let us go, but he only has one headache: either we bother with charging batteries, or give them a doctor, they want to freshen up in their souls (by the way, he’s not at the base either), every day at any meeting: “Well, as much as possible ? So when are you going to let us go?" Again, civilian mechanics and representatives of a potential enemy roam the base. He allowed us to move to the Salinas marina, where repairs are easier and living conditions are better. Moreover, the path from the marina to the open sea iswalks right past the base and when we quietly go to catch our drugs, the process of our capture has already been worked out for him to automaticity.
The next five days passed in languid bliss, especially since the repair of the engine consisted only in the fact that the mechanic commanded: “Turn on the diesel”, “Well, why did you stop?”, “So there is already smoke coming from the starter”, “Batteries need to be properly charge” and “Isn’t it time for us to have lunch?”. I even had to buy a new 100 Ah battery, American, in marine version, for only $100, in addition to our 4th one, with a total capacity of 180 Ah. And lunch, of course, for both the mechanic and his son at our expense.
An interesting observation. Guests coming and coming to the marina communicated with us willingly and friendly. Except for companies of American youths coming from a nearby Marine Corps base. They were relaxed and cheerful in their company, but when Max and I approached them to get acquainted and talk, as is customary among the locals, we immediately became isolated with signs of some kind of wariness. And in general, they did not communicate with anyone, not even a single Dominican girl was noticed in their company. Especially this last fact made me think that no wayThey are not harmless marines. Head of the GRU, ay!, do you know that there is a training camp for special forces of the American Armed Forces in the vicinity of Salinas , Dominican Republic?
All good things come to an end sometime. Right in the marina, the border guard who arrived filled out the documents for us and we once again went towards the sea. You guessed it right - it didn't. As far as I understand, according to Dominican laws, you can't keep under investigation for more than 5 days, that's why this whole game of cat and mouse. When Max and I came back to the marina, the owner, Signor Jorge, could not believe his eyes. And only then we told him our whole story. Before that it was not possible and why? Signor Jorge was indignant, said that he was ashamed of histran and that he has a very high-ranking acquaintance in the Ministry of Defense, he will call him right now. And here, by the way, Signor Richard is sitting at a table in a restaurant and his best friend is the main anti-drug general of this whole country. At the same time, we cried into the vest and Signor Richard.
Pictured is Signor Jorge.
Miracles happen! The next day, we once again received the exit documents and, under a spinnaker, we easily ran to Santo-Domingo . Or maybe this is not a miracle, but simply the Dominican Republic is a bit like Russia?
Pictured is Marina Salinos .
The crux of the matter is this. All of you know that Colombia is the world's center of cocaine production. Many people know that America tightly controls all the borders of Colombia for drug trafficking, except for the border with Venezuela. Some of you know that the Government of Hugo Chavez, almost without hiding, passes the main stream of this potion through their country to the delight of Hugo himself and the officials involved in this matter. When I was in Venezuela, in Colombia, presidential elections were held and it seems like the incumbent President won them. And he is Chavez's best friend, dlI am the last - even better than Mr. Putin V.V. The opposition, of course, was indignant (it is also natural for you when the opposition is indignant) and, following the example of our Ukrainian friends, staged something like a Maidan. With the Maidan, Russia somehow faded into the background, but Hugo Chavez is not such a person. I think that Chavez's income from the President of Colombia is somewhat higher than that of Putin from Yanukovych. Otherwise, hold on Ukraine! Chavez has deployed tanks and regular troops on the Colombian border, threatening to install the President he wants on the throne. America is goodsmartly decided that she would not pull out a third simultaneous war, and Venezuelan oil is more important to her than the fight against drugs, tea is 25% of oil imports. It was with these incidental circumstances that our trip to the Dominican Republic coincided.
And now, enterprising people, attention! In addition to the Government of Venezuela, some so-called sailboatsmen are also not averse to earning extra money on human weaknesses. They buy sailboats in Venezuela or come there from other countries, load them up to capacity, you guess what, and then, well, just like us, quietly leave this country. Here, the Americans have also worked out everything. You remember, I wrote that two days before our arrival in the Dominican Republic, a plane of the Puerto Rican Coast Guard flew around us. It is 400 km from the coast! US Russian Consulthen she said that information about us was presented to the surrounding countries and they were already waiting for us everywhere. And here's the question. You, being a Dominican official, having the information that the sailboat "Vakawa" left Venezuela without any registration, having the sad experience of numerous arrests of such criminal adventurers in the past, seeing us in a God-forgotten bay at night near a wild coast, what would you do? That's right, you would have arrested us, sorry, you would have detained us for investigation, but you would not have taken responsibility for releasing us. What if someone wouldsuspected that you received a large bribe from a Russian pensioner? After all, they would have to share! Thank you big government official or anti-drug general! Some of them figured out in a moment that me, Max and "Wakawa" were white and fluffy. And you say that they are all evil in the Dominican Republic!