11 February 2013 | Ensenada Honda--Vieques
I didn't score any points this a.m. when I mentioned to Meyka moving to a different anchorage. Our friend Sherman mocks me when I talk about getting some place and staying there, "You're always the first to want to go." Well...maybe so.
BUT the live ordinance warnings, shells (not sea shells but navy weapon shells) in the reef and on the beach, etc. made me feel a little weird. THAT is why I proposed we move five miles west to Ensenada Honda. The guide book says it is a "wonderfully tranquil and secluded mangrove anchorage." Secluded it is. We are way up in the mangrove lined bay with no one in sight.
We've decided that this is FINALLY the best place to unpack and try out our inflatable kayak. It is supposed to really blow for the next couple of days with large seas. Back here in this azure water with apparently infinite mangrove lined creeks, we should be able to paddle our little hearts out. I'll post a report on how it goes.
I know that the flu and various respiratory plaques have been terrorizing friends and family back home. One of the advantages of our isolated travels in the Bahamas was that we were never around anyone to catch anything from. Back in the good ole USA (kind of) with sniffly coughing folk spreading their joy, a virus hit our friends, then Meyka, and finally yesterday got me. It is a short lived one and doesn't quite kill you, but isolation has its benefits. Wally never transmits anything catching other than bad breath!