Welcome to Sapzurro, Colombia! Favorite #1!

Our #1 favorite cruising locale (so far) was well off-the-beaten cruising path:  Sapzurro, Colombia, a tiny beach community nestled in the mainland mountains on the border between Colombia and Panama.

Great wing on wing overnight Colombia coastline sail. We opted not to stop at Isla Fuerte because it would have been a rolly anchorage and the sail was fabulous!

Winterlude spent a month in Colombian waters, most of which we enjoyed more than any of us thought possible! After cleaning the crop of Cartagena barnacles off the bottom – scraping our knuckles raw in the Rosarios, we were all anxious to continue our adventure along the Colombian coastline.

A few years ago, it was not safe for cruisers to cruise the coastline of Colombia … still precautions must be taken … keep in mind, most of the drugs coming out of Colombia are via boat. In January 2007, the Colombian government and Guarda La Costa, met with cruisers at Club Nautico in Cartagena, encouraging them to enjoy the Colombian coastal islands and not sail overnight to get to Panama.

If you look closely, you can see our buddy boat, Kristiana, circling outside Sapzurro. In the pre-dawn light, the entrance wasn’t exactly obvious!

Typically the “coastal route” entails daysailing from Cartagena to the Rosarios, then to the San Bernardos, then to Isla Fuerte and then crossing the Golfo de Uraba to Sapzurro, a tiny bay on the mainland at the border of Colombia & Panama. Cruisers following this route are encouraged to e-mail the Columbian Guarda la Costa every time they move, departures and arrivals at each island.

Luckily our crossing from the coastline San Bernardo islands was mild, only a couple of ships sighted and one squall that missed us and we arrived just before sun up outside the entrance to Sapzurro.

Sapzurro is a tiny beach border community situated in the mountains of the Darien Jungle affording spectacular scenery. Unfortunately, it looked as if we were going to sail right into the surf crashing up from the rocky shoreline – the bay wasn’t visible until we were literally less than a mile out. Luckily the lighthouse was working and we took down sails and motored around until sunrise. In the early morning light, we were all charmed – Sapzurro is the perfect, undiscovered, idyllic hideaway.

Because it’s a border town – apparently a couple years ago there was a bloody guerilla confrontation here – the Policia National greeted us as we tied our dinghys to the cement dock. Everywhere there were Marines, busily at work building something just out of sight beyond the point of the bay.

The Marines, the Guarda la Costa & the local policia were exceptionally helpful in showing us all the safe stuff to do and the few places they’d recommend staying away. We appreciated the info. All in all, Sapzurro felt completely safe & we enjoyed it immensely, staying longer than we planned.

The next morning we were greeted by the Guarda La Costa again – different station, of course … this time with a drug sniffing dog. We were boarded and the dog did a very thorough search of the boat. Luckily in contrast to boardings we’ve heard from the U.S. Coast Guard, these guardsmen were very professional and careful with our property. The dog did jump up on our bed & stuck his nose into everything, but they didn’t take up floorboards or any of the more destructive actions reported by others of their U.S. counterparts.

Colombian Guarda la Costa kept track of our coastline adventures, checking on us two different times, once at San Bernardos where they just same by to make sure we were OK, and once in Sapzurro where they politely boarded the boat with the drug sniffing dog just in case.

So how did we spend Thanksgiving? In Sapzurro, of course! It’s HOT in Colombia, REALLY hot! The only time I can ever remember having the printing on the plastic bread sack literally melt off onto the countertop! Rayene & I decide that it would be much more enjoyable eating ashore than heating up our boats trying to cook a feast none of us would feel like eating because it’s just too hot!

Thanksgiving morning waterfall hike.

So in the morning, we hiked to the waterfall not far up the beach off Winterlude’s stern and enjoyed the icy cool water. We left just enough time to dinghy back to the boats for a quick shower and then had a mid-afternoon Thanksgiving feast – I had shrimp and David feasted on red snapper – fish, eyes & all, of course, caught earlier that morning by one of the local fishermen.

Followed by an untraditional Thanksgiving feast ashore – too hot for cooking aboard!

The days here have gone by in a flurry of activity.. the anchorage is somewhat open to the northeast ocean swells so we want to get all the fun stuff accomplished before the waves drive us out! It is strange to be anchored off a beach with a noisy surf!!! Makes it sound like the wind is howling, when in reality, there’s no wind, just the surf crashing.

WInterlude & Kristiana anchored in Sapzurro Bay, far below the mountain hike we enjoyed.

After exploring the tiny village of Sapzurro – all two main “streets” – no cars or carts, we took our dinghys around the mountain point to the somewhat larger “resort” town of Capurgana. Capurgana is a lively, friendly juxtaposition of old and new Colombia. There are no cars, only donkey carts … a “taxi” is a delightful old man gently guiding his donkey cart. The cart is a flatbed wooden affair with 4 colorful plastic chairs, legs cut off, screwed to the cart. To take the taxi, you simply jump into one of the plastic chairs swinging your legs from the side of the cart! Makes it easy to jump off too!

A local Capurguna taxi

Of course, while walking the mostly dirt, but some cobblestone streets, it’s important to watch out for donkey droppings! Donkey carts transport everything … from the subsistence farmer’s plot in the outlying mountains to the supply boat’s vast mixture of all kinds of “stuff” – from veggies to mattresses & literally everything in between! It is interesting to see the donkey’s tied to the fence with the laundry hanging over the fence to dry while the rooster prances between hooves and they both look over lazily to watch a small plane land at the landing strip next to the road. That evening brought another first, I got my first “cruiser haircut” – Doug cut my hair and did an admirable job, I might add! It was a bit scary, but my excess hair was making my snorkel mask leak & we can’t have that! And I have several hats, just in case. But it’s all good!

Sheila’s “ice cream” stand

Back in Sapzurro, we enjoyed “ice cream” – helados in Spanish, almost daily from the lady named “Sheila” – not sure if that’s the Spanish spelling, but that’s how she pronounces it. Sheila is an entrepreneur … she has small metal containers just the size to put a sweet liquid in & freeze. She completes the fixture by adding a bamboo stick, cut from her own back yard. After freezing, she roams the beach street with a cooler over her shoulder. Café, coconut, raspberry, chocolate, mocha, great flavors and all for 1,500 pesos, which sounds expensive, but ends up being about seventy five cents U.S.!!

Local fisherman brings home his catch/dinner as well as his outboard, just for safety.

While the Mideast Peace Conference is being held at Billy’s dorm at the Naval Academy, Winterlude & Kristiana’s crews are busy savoring Sheila’s ice cream and hiking daily … the policia national assure us that it’s totally safe to hike the trails, as long as we don’t venture off the trails and we don’t go after dark. We hiked up to the top of the small rise above Sapzurro to the Colombia/Panama border & took each other’s photos with one foot in Panama and one in Colombia.

One hand in Panama and one in Colombia

Rayene & I hiked down the other side to the even tinier village of La Miel … we’re not sure how any of these people make a living, no dock, no road, hmmmm… But we met three kids who hiked over the mountain just before us – we saw them while we were savoring the view from the top – it’s nice to be able to have a conversation of sorts – they live in Sapzarro Colombia, but came to visit their grandparents in La Miel, Panama, just over the mountain! They brought a green coconut as a present! Another little girl was pulling her little sister on an old skateboard with a rope tied around the front wheels. She stopped long enough to find a shell and give it to me as a “regalo” – present. Her beaming smiles made sure that shell will find a place in my souvenirs from Colombia!

Most supplies arrive in Sapzurro via Colombia trading boat.

Our last day in Sapzurro – we stayed a week, longer than we’ve stayed anywhere else, David & Doug walking the beach, were invited to chat with a group of “rico’s” that had come in by sportsfisherman boat the night before. Turns out the guy owns the largest boatyard in Cartagena, Todamar, which we had visited! He spoke perfect English & told Doug & David about the security situation in Colombia. Advising us not to sail further into Colombia on this side due to drug trafficking dangers, he added that a resistance group, the FARQ’s, has been forced over the border into Panama and is slowly starving to death. They’re hiding in the mountains.

The hike up the mountain to the border guard shack at the top.

Keep in mind, this region is the Darien Jungle, one of the world’s most diverse ecosystems and the largest primary forest in Central America. The mountains rise from sea level and peak in the cloud forest, in between are clear streams, sluggish rivers snaking through marshes, tropical rainforests, thundering waterfalls that cascade from walls of tropical jungle and plunge down vertically cut rock canyons. There is no road through the Darien, the 54 mile jungle stretch is the only breach in the 16,000 mile InterAmericana Highway that reaches from Alaska to the tip of South America.

Did I mention it was HOT? Even at the “high” altitude of the mountain border?

Mr Todomar also told of the new Colombian President’s successes in driving the resistance factions out of Colombia & making the country a great deal safer. Of course, his success has already taken it’s toll, apparently the President’s father has already been assassinated as a warning. But in this man’s opinion, the resistance groups are now nothing more than terrorists and should be treated as such.

More soon from Puerto Perme, Panama, the home of the Anachucuna village of traditional Kuna, but that’s another story & this is too long! ?


David & Jan, s/v Winterlude, Puerto Perme, Panama
8 44.22 N 77 32.69 W (only 14 miles into Panama from the Colombian border)


  1. Ton Jutte says:

    Can we get. fuel at Sapzurro?

    Thanks for info.

    • At the time we were there, the only way to get fuel was if a Colombian Trader boat happened to be in port and willing to sell some. There’s another village aaround the corner called Carpuguna or similar .. there might be fuel there, but you might have to jerry jug it a LONG way. Keep in mind, things may have changed. I’d ask on the Panama Connection Net or try and track it down online. The Guarda La Costa (Colombian Coast Guard) was there & they were hauling barrels of fuel with them. But if you could contact them, I’m sure they’d have the latest info. Buena Suerte! And if you go, I am SO jealous!! Be careful to pick a time where the waves aren’t rolling into the bay, that could make it untenable. And be prepared for a roll – we set a stern anchor to keep our bow into the swell & it wasn’t bad at all. Cheers! Jan

    • Willy Rossi says:

      There’s a new fuel dock in the bay now.

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