
The 38 DIESEL DUCK has worked out just
great, and is in my possibly biased opinion a wonderful example
of a small power cruiser that will take a couple pretty much wherever
they want to go. If costs are a major concern, especially long
term moorage costs, than the 38 is a good choice. But, this stretched
version will be a nicer boat and wont cost hardly any more
to build because it uses the identical systems: just a bit more
steel in it.
This boat, like all my designs, has an interior for long term
housing of a couple. The extra 3 this version has over the
38 is all in the fwd. cabin, and it makes a big difference. I
think a cruising boat needs to be strictly set up for the owners
comfort. The dining table will convert to a guest double if you
need to, but I wouldnt devote precious space to guest quarters.
The entire design, like all my designs, is done on a computer
so all dimensioning is accurate to 1 mm making actual lofting
unnecessary if you dont want to.

Here's a view of her with the back-up sails hoisted. Below that is how she would look if built as a commercial troller. I think a version like this would be great fun for playing with. There's not room for a great interior, but it would be OK for day and weekend use, and gives lots of space for sports fishing, crab pots, and so on!

Projected speed/power requirements, calm and off-weather conditions. Note: Im saying CALM conditions. Calm means calm. Yes, it will take more power to plow into a gale, but we don't do that when cruising!
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Here's the letter from Venezuala. Note the price of diesel down there. Their president down there may not like Bush, but he sure is good to the working people in his country....
Dear Friends,
We don't know what it is with Venezuela. Cruisers get stuck here
in Porlamar, Margarita Island. Some folks have been here for over
seven years. We've been here now two months. Perhaps it's the
beer, (25 cents) or the cuba libre (cola rum with lime) for less
than a dollar. Maybe for some, but really not for Diesel Duck.
It's the people here on the island. The Venezuelans are wonderful.
Always cheery and they try their best to make you feel good. It
feels here a little bit like Spain or Miami. Supermarkets with
low food prices we haven't seen for a long while. They even provide
free bus shuttles with the groceries delivered right to the dinghy
dock. Okay, dinghies get stolen here once in a while, if you leave
them overnight in the water behind your boat. But that can happen
also in Miami or Nassau. Basically, everywhere in the Caribbean.
Margarita is a magnet. We have over a hundred international boats
anchored here. Mainly Europeans, Swedish, Danish, Dutch, Polish,
lots of Germans and French, Spaniards, Aussies, British, Canadians
and some Americans (yanks). We have not experienced any anti American
feelings here. On the contrary, there is an open arm policy here
in Margarita, demonstrated while we toured the island and on many
excursions on our own.
Benno and I celebrated our 40st wedding anniversary with a dinner
out at the upper class restaurant here in the marina. I had lomito
(filet mignon) with peaches and baked potato, Benno had lomito
with mushrooms and french fries. We dank red wine and had cake
for dessert. The bill, including tip came to US $35 for both of
us. When we first arrived, Diesel Duck took on diesel fuel. It
happened that the fuel boat, which comes alongside, delivers beer
too and the boat looks and sounds like the "African Queen"
from the Humphrey Bogart movie. We took on 1,800 liter diesel,
six 24 pack cases of Polar beer (Klaus, Polar beer, not Schneider
beer) and 20 liter dinghy motor gas for $200 US. The diesel boat
charges 200 bolivar/ltr for diesel and gas. However, on the mainland
the diesel is only 48 bolivar/ltr according to reports from charter
boat skippers. This is the price in Cumana. The official exchange
rate is US $1 = 2150 bolivar. So a liter diesel cost 1.86 cents.
A US gallon cost 6.93 cents. As a side note, on the black market
you can get up to 2,500 bolivar for a dollar. A German yacht in
the anchorage took on 20,000 liter diesel from the "African
Queen" and this is all pumped in by hand. It was a two day
affair. The captain of the diesel delivery boat has 21 children
(several wives) and some of his sons are on board to help pump
the fuel. During the normal run he is carrying 1,200 liter in
barrels in one shot. But when a big yacht is coming in, he will
increase his capacity to 4,000 liter in barrels. The pump he uses
is the type of pump you use on 50 gal oil drums. The one with
the suction pipe and the crank. You can see these at Princess
Auto or Graingers stores.
The last time we wrote, DD was still in St. Lucia, where we stayed
a week. Four days in the bay and then three days in the lagoon
in front of the marina. Benno had spotted the wifi antenna through
his binoculars and after a little anchor maneuver, we got a super
reception. Together with a few boats we sailed to Bequia, then
on to the Tobago Cays, the snorkel paradise. God, this place was
busy. Everybody is down there and we had a hard time finding an
anchor spot. Next stops were Mayreau and Carriacou before moving
on to Grenada. Grenada is a special island. You all know it was
hard hit by hurricane Ivan, but the rebuilding process is going
well and stores are fully stocked again We spent a few days in
Clarkes Court Bay Marina (www.clarkescourtbaymarina.com) to personally
inspect the round bar building in the marina which was built to
Canadian standards by our friend Frank from Ajax, Ont and it was
one of the few buildings in Grenada which did not loose its roof
by Ivan. (Diane you can be proud of your Frank. He did a fine
job on that beautiful round sports bar). After two weeks in Grenada,
DD sailed overnight to the unspoiled isles of Los Testigos off
the Venezuelan coast. The Coast Guard post granted us a three
day limited stay there and we anchored in front of the fishing
village on Testigo Grande. A bad weather front blew through and
during a 50 knot gust, our new wind generator made noises like
a turbo prop plane before crashing and bit the dust. We have to
send the wind generator in to the USA for repair.
From Los Testigos we moved on to Porlamar, Margarita Island. In
the middle of September we decided to cruise to Puerto la Cruz
on the mainland. Basically South America. To get there, we stopped
in Cubagua, which was the first European settlement in America.
Columbus saw Indians with pearls and discovered the source of
the pearls to be the pearl beds off Cubagua. At the height of
the pearling industry, Cubagua pearls provided Spain with a wealth
almost equal to that of the gold transported from the Incas. We
anchored very close to the fishing village to be safe for the
night, because from here to Puerto La Cruz is bandito country
or piratas, how they call them and you have to be on guard. The
furthest house to the right in the village is occupied by a larger
family who just returned from fishing. We waved them over and
handed lollipops to the children in the boat and a jug of cooking
oil to the only female on board. The fishermen watch over the
anchored cruising boats and make sure they will not be pestered
by pirates. The fishermen are honest people. In return for our
gifts they gave us a nice grouper, still flapping around in the
galley sink. You cannot get a fish any fresher into the frying
pan. Our supper was secured for the night. Next morning DD headed
for Mochima at a National Park. A sunken valley like a fiord is
nestled between the mountains and on the bottom is the town of
Mochima. We got there just after lunch and anchored. The park
is patrolled by armed park rangers, so it is safe there.
Before I keep on writing about our next ordeal, I should mention
that on DD we use for navigation paper charts and electronic charts
from C-Map. On C-Map you leave an electronic trail with your GPS
when moving. You can always retrace your track in case you get
in trouble, even in pitch dark nights. (We have done this on a
few occasions!)
Alright. After the anchor was down in Mochima we changed our mind
and decided to move on. In our opinion, the water was too muddy
and had too much floating garbage. We raised the anchor and moved
out of the fiord and six miles further west to the Islas Caracas
de Oeste. There we found a nice, deserted anchorage, clear water,
white beach, well protected from the wind. This is the place you
always seek, or so you think. Wrong. Big mistake!
Benno jumped in, snorkeled and scraped some barnacles off DD bottom
and cleaned the waterline. A refreshing task in 40 deg. C. weather.
We had a nice barbecue for dinner and afterwards sat down on the
foredeck with drinks to watch the sundown. A perfect evening in
a perfect setting. It was getting dark as Benno and I saw, at
the same time, a penero, a local type boat, which nosed itself
around a headland into our bay. Benno thought he'd seen this penero
hours ago while snorkeling. Then it had moved at a distance with
one guy on board. But this time there were four guys on board.
In the way how they approached and how they looked, we got the
impression that this was not the friendly neighbourhood visit.
Here came trouble. These guys were not like the friendly fishermen
from Cubagua. We went inside, closed all hatches and ports but
left the upper part of the dutch door open. Benno fetched the
flare gun, the bear attack deterrent and the cattle prod. We quietly
discussed our plan what to do, while the penero was coming toward
us. We were hoping to get a chance to raise the anchor and get
the heck out of there. Benno said to them: "Buenos dias,
senors." The guy on the two 40 Hp outboards was standing
and saying something in Spanish, which we guessed was: "Are
you Americans?" The other three guys were sitting and they
kept their hands below the gunwale, holding on to something hidden
underneath some old canvas. My captain responded: "No, Canadiense,"
smiling. The other guy went on in Spanish. No friendly looks.
Tension was there for sure. Benno went on to say: "Si, and
buenos noche" and "gracias." I could see my husband
was exhausting his Spanish knowledge rapidly. Smiling to them
through the upper dutch door, to ease the tension, while holding
the flare gun behind the lower door in one hand, hidden to them.
Thanks God, the leader on the outboards throttled up and moved
some 600 yards, where he stopped and they had a discussion. This
was our chance. By now it was totally dark outside. As instructed,
I switched on the anchor winch and started the diesel, putting
my hand over the audio alarm, of the engine panel, to dampen the
noise. DD engine is very quiet and the exhaust is muffled. You
can stand next to the boat and don't hear her engine going. At
the same time Benno went forward to the bow and very quietly removed
the chain snubber and then brought up the chain and anchor. In
the meantime I had started the C-Map plotter and changed the screen
to night vision. We kept the boat dark, no lights inside or out.
Once the anchor was up, we sneaked out the bay into the open water,
retracing our old track on C-Map. Before the guys on the penero
noticed our departure, we had covered at least one and a half
miles and were going now almost full throttle. They started to
follow us, but then decided otherwise. A couple of hours later
our hook dropped again at Mochima fiord, close to other cruising
boats in front of the town. Relieved, we celebrated our escape,
when all was still with cuba libre on ice. We should have known.
You don't anchor by yourself without any buddy boats in this part
of Venezuela. This is the wild west here. We still think these
guys were habouring a second agenda and wanted to take us out.
We were lucky and will be a lot more careful in the future.
The next morning DD sailed on to Puerto la Cruz and during this
trip a school of dolphins was playing in our bow wave for over
an hour. What a joy. Puerto la Cruz is the center of yachting
in Venezuela. No anchoring here. Not safe. You have to go into
a marina. DD tied up at the PMO marina ($15/day incl. water and
electricity) and wifi close by.
Hoping this letter finds everyone in good health, we are looking
forward to hearing from all of you once in a while. We'll keep
you informed of our travels.
With love,
Marlene and Benno aboard Diesel Duck
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