Flamenco Beach and Passage to Vieques
Friday 14th and Saturday 15th February 2025
On Friday morning, we decided to walk to Flamenco Beach, on the north shore of Culebra. We had heard from a local that this beach is considered one of the top ten beaches in the world. We repeated the long, down wind dinghy ride to town and set off walking. Part way up the intervening hill a car stopped and asked if we wanted a ride. We hopped in and met two women (Catherine and Cathy) who said they had done the walk many times themselves and took pity on us. In the usual way they quizzed us about where we called home. When Mike said we live west of Boston, they exclaimed “that’s our area”. It turned out that they are from Maynard—the town just north of Sudbury. It sounds like they have been coming to Culebra for a number of years, in the past camping on the beach. As we approached the entrance to the campground/beach, they dropped us, explaining that they were on their way to visit their friend Sonya before trekking onto the beach.
We paid our entrance fee and walked out onto the beach. The beach faces north and the swell was rolling in vigorously. The double red flags and the large waves told us all we needed to know about the swimming. The gorgeous sand stretched in a long gentle curve around the bay. We decided to walk toward the east, enjoying the beautiful water, waves and wind. After a bit we bumped into Catherine and Cathy again, who advised us against swimming as there is a strong current in the bay. Mike took a few photos and spotted a woman sitting on the beach with a small dog. He went over to stroke the dog and got chatting to the woman. She told us a bit about the island and her family lands. Mike asked to take her picture with the dog. In trying to work out how to get a copy of the photo to her, she mentioned that her name was Sonya. Sure enough, she was friends with Catherine and Cathy. How strange was all that?
We walked to the west end of the beach to look at a couple of tanks. One was on a hill behind the beach and one was in shallow water. My impression would be that the sea water is not doing good things for that tank. I also noted that about a quarter of the people on the beach seem compelled to come and take some “selfies” posed in front of the tank. After a little sustenance, we walked the one mile path over a hill to a second beach on the west side of the island, where there were no people at all! Then we began the long walk back toward town. Once again, some lovely people stopped and gave us a lift. This was very welcome as the afternoon was quite hot, especially walking along the tarmac. We hopped into the dinghy and “enjoyed” a bumpy, wet trip back to Cotinga. Dinner of fish tacos rounded out a lovely day.
Saturday morning arrived and we started preparations for the passage to Vieques. The waves were predicted to be just over six feet. The wind was forecast to be dropping into the high teens to low twenties. The route would be essentially due south so we were expecting some rolling. We delayed our departure to get the latest update from Chris Parker (our weather guy). His assessment was that conditions would be “inclement”. Holy cow, when Chris Parker says “inclement” the best idea would be to stay securely anchored! To leave Ensenada Honda you must follow a well marked channel to the east (lots of shallows around). Strong winds directly on the nose made even this portion seem like a bad idea. When we finally could turned south, I started to wonder whether a double reefed main was still too much sail. Shortly thereafter, I started to feel somewhat unwell. With nine miles to go before a change of direction, I did my best to watch the horizon. Unfortunately, all too often a large wave obscured the horizon altogether. Eventually we reached the eastern point of Vieques where we would turn more westward. I thought the change of motion might be too much for me, but conditions seemed to get better. A further six miles and we were entering the outer bay which we needed to traverse to get to the anchorage. There were a lot of shallows, requiring good concentration. The inner bay was deeper and we selected an anchor spot between the two large boats. We were both delighted to have arrived and find such a calm anchorage after a pretty challenging passage.
18 07.067 N, 65 20.767 W
Gloria
p.s. I would rate this as one of the two roughest passages we have ever made. It was short but the winds were consistently between 22 and 26 knots and the waves were on average approaching 7 feet. Every so often you would get a whopper! I don’t know if it’s because the water is relatively shallow around here, but these didn’t feel like the long rolling seas of open ocean. You really had to hang on! After turning west we did a lot of surfing down waves and at one point our speed over ground was 11.4 knots! We both got pretty wet during the passage
Mike
Flamenco Beach seems deserving of it's top 10 in the world status - absolutely stunning. In taking photos I tried to concentrate more on the people.
Walking the beach