9 March 1811.
I was taking breakfast with Lozano and Captain Pettersen when they announced that land was on sight. My skin was still changing but I was already tolerating the sun so I had no problems in going on the deck and see how the land was approaching and the boat was arriving into the port of New Orleans.
The trip was quite for the most part. A couple of alerts when two Spanish boats were seen between Yucatan and Cuba, but none of those were military vessels and nothing really happened.
Now, as I am coming to the USA, I tried to remember all the times I have been there. I was in Miami and Orlando when I was a kid. Those places do not exist downtime yet. Then, as teenage, I jump on Miami, Huston, Los Angeles and Honolulu in my way to Sydney and Canberra. Just now Los Angeles is a small Spanish town in the border to Cascadia and all the rest but Sydney do not exist. The same airports in my way back. A couple of years later: Los Angeles, San Francisco in my way to Tokyo and Beijing (I suppose people call it still Peking), with scale in LA in my way back. And finally Chicago-Miami coming from Stockholm to Bogota. Of those places only Miami, LA and San Francisco I have been beyond the airport building, but I could say, without laying that I have been in Yerba Buena. Hmm. Not actually. Probably in the outskirts of Yerba Buena would be more accurate (SFO to Howard Johnson Inn and back.)
Now I was coming to New Orleans. First time both downtime and uptime. First time I am getting illegally in the USA. Well, I am not sure which is the proper legal procedure so probably being received by TMC officials and skipping any immigration authorities was to enter legally. Are there immigration authorities downtime?
We arrived in the city at down and these guys took us quickly to a hotel. I have just check this room and it seems fine. There were even some clothes in the closet and a nice bathroom in the room.
Tomorrow I will meet Dr Valberg, but just now it is time to rest a while.
-- Carlos E. T. Pinzón G.
New Orleans, USA.