Our route from Aruba to Colombia took us past a small island, Minjes Del Sur, which appeared on the chartplotter as two separate islets. After sailing 52 miles through rough seas, we arrived—only to find that the Navionics chart was surprisingly inaccurate. Not only was the isthmus connecting the two islets missing from the map, but the actual positions of the islands didn’t match reality!
Minjes Del Sur is home to a Venezuelan Coast Guard base, built between 1994 and 1999 during the presidency of Rafael Caldera—the first (and last) democratic leader before the socialists took over. Since then, everything here has been steadily falling into disrepair.
We moored by tying our bowline to a worn-out rope, which was stretched between a crumbling concrete pier and the rocky shore. An additional stern line secured us next to a fishing boat. Then came the routine hour-long yacht inspection by three sailors, led by the commandant.
The real challenge came at 4 AM. A sudden squall wind blew off the island, snapping the worn rope. Our yacht started colliding with the fishermen’s boat—until, without hesitation, they cut their own mooring line and moved out to sea to drop anchor. Meanwhile, we were still held by our stern line, but the wind had swung us dangerously close to the rocky shore. To stabilize the boat, we quickly dropped our own anchor.
At dawn, the sailors and fishermen returned, repaired the mooring line, and helped us secure ourselves again. But our anchor had gotten stuck—likely wedged between rocks on the seabed. One of the sailors dived 10 meters down to free it, saving us a major headache.
With the morning chaos behind us, the sailors invited us on a tour of the island, and we happily accepted. By then, it was too late to head back to sea, so we decided to stay another night. That evening, we shared a warm moment with the Venezuelan fishermen—they treated us to fresh fish, we offered them beer, and despite the language barrier (us not knowing Spanish, them not knowing English), we had a great time. It turns out, words aren’t the most important thing in communication—what truly matters is the willingness to connect. Salud!
