The Adventures of Dave and Alexandra

Who: David & Alexandra
Port: Halifax, Nova Scotia
We're always Somewhere South of Somewhere.

The Banyan Love is Growing.
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Our friends Paul and Sheryl Shard, of Distant Shores, are incredible producers of their very own TV Show.

If you haven't already, check them out.

Their DVD's are informative and fun to watch as they travel to all four corners of the world.

You might even find Banyan in some of them!!
14 March 2017 | Great Guana Cay and Oven Rock Cave, Exumas, Bahamas
07 March 2017 | Sampson Cay,
04 March 2017 | St Augustine, Florida
20 February 2017 | Hog Cay, Warderick Wells, Exuma Land and Sea Park
10 February 2017 | Exumas to Nassau to Exumas Bahamas
04 February 2017 | Black Point, Exumas, Bahamas
31 January 2017 | New Bight, Cat Island
29 January 2017 | New Bight, Cat Island
27 January 2017 | Cat Island
04 January 2017 | Staniel Cay, Bahamas
28 December 2016 | Warderick Wells, Exuma, Bahamas
17 December 2016 | Great Harbour Cay, Berry Islands, Bahamas
12 December 2016 | Las Olas, Fort Lauderdale, Florida
03 December 2016 | Vero Beach Municipal Marina
29 November 2016 | Long and Winding Waterway
28 November 2016 | On the ICW, from Daytona to Titusville
27 November 2016 | St Augustine to Daytona
24 October 2016 | St Augustine, Florida, USA
01 October 2016
12 July 2016 | Dartmouth, NS, Canada

Something Alien at Oven Rock Cave

14 March 2017 | Great Guana Cay and Oven Rock Cave, Exumas, Bahamas
Alex, hot with a chance of finding Aliens
Maybe there weren't any horrible face hugging Alien monsters (remember the 1980's Science Fiction Action Horror movie??) hidden in the deep dark cave that we found on Great Guana Cay. Or Maybe there were. Read On...


Great Guana Cay is but one of the many many small Cays in the chain of Islands and Cays that make up the Exumas, and where we presently found ourselves anchored and ready for some exploring.

Oven Rock sits just by the sandy cream coloured Beachfront, and both beckoned to us as clear and as loud as the day was beautiful and blue. As we dinghied closer to Oven Rock we could better make out the large hole in the middle of it, and it did look somewhat like a large oven kiln. Pizza or fresh baked baguettes anyone?

Once closer to shore, we discovered it wasn't all sand and games. It took a little bit of exploring to try and find a rock free spot to safely land the dinghy ashore.

Barefoot we walked the long stretch of beach enjoying the heat of the sand, and the very different type of landscape our toes encountered.

Not quite all sandy, not quite all rocky. Limestone Strata, or Stromatolites perhaps? Long, flat slabs of rock that were perhaps pushed up from the ocean floor many many moons ago. And are now being eroded into the sandy bits we were walking on. The wind rustled the palms a little bit, and the heat of the glaring sun started the trickle of sweat down our brows.

We walked our way behind Oven Rock heading towards the Northern End of the Beach, where we had read that there was a walking trail that might take us to Oven Rock Cave (if we were Brave and Daring enough to find it). And as with all foreshadowing type of events, and quite possibly thanks to the many other Cruisers here before us, we immediately found a clear clue as to where to go.

We zigged and zagged along the hot sandy trail, looking for Clues and Cairns to point the way.

Pretty soon there were no more views of the water we'd left behind and we were totally enveloped in the enclosed heat of the green palmed trees.

This way. That way. And finally up and up and up-a-way's.

And on the tree densed hillside of Great Guana Cay, we found the entrance to Oven Rock Cave. We ducked under the trees that crossed our path,

and immediately were transported to a dark humid entrance of wonderment.

It is a wide but narrow mouth of an entrance and we started towards it, quite enthralled at the darkness that lay ahead of us. Carefully climbing down some rocks, ever watchful of the placement of our feet on the treacherous pointy jags of rock, each step downwards taking us further into the cavernous humid room.

The ceiling decorated with hanging somewhat pointy stalactites

and rising up from the ground the mounds of stalagmites

stood in our way.

The floor of the cave was nothing but a dark and cold looking body of water.

Truth be told we were sort of glad we hadn't brought our snorkel gear and thus didn't have the option to find out what monsters might lurk below us had we swam in the dark waters.

The beam of dancing light of our handheld flashlights illuminated the walls of the cave in excited fashion

as it touched on the nooks and crannies.

Some bats flitted about overhead. And then the beam of light came to rest on this. A large egg shaped mound.

It stood by itself. At the highest peak of the only rock before the cave disappeared into obscurity. Doesn't it remind you of something?

We talked in hushed whispers of Aliens and Alien lifeforms. How made up horror movies leave a lasting impression. How Life came to be. How surprising it was that the rocks looked wet, but weren't. Of cave explorers and divers that contort themselves into tiny spaces and explore miles of underwater areas. How hot and humid it was. How absolutely incredible this all was.

It's always easier to make your way out of something that took a while to get into,

and as we exited Oven Rock Cave towards the path, we turned right and made our way towards the windward side, where we walked the seaweed and plastic strewn beach back and forth, for the exercise and in the hopes of finding some beans.

And then back across the island and to our boats.

Life Sure is Great when you've searched for, had a possible encounter with, and escaped: Aliens! Yet Adventurer (or Alien Watched) Beware, you never know what could hatch when YOU visit this place.

Plenty Wind Crazy

07 March 2017 | Sampson Cay,
Alex. Four days of winds. And counting.
Stuck on our Boat for Four Days now. Four Days... and Counting.


The North winds barrelled down at us four days ago and life went from a gorgeous fifty shades of dead calm to blowing a blustery howling stink.

Day One. The winds are howling. Plenty chores to do. We clean and dust and organize. Oil levels are checked, battery water is topped up. We run the water maker.

It's been 3 hours, 5 minutes, and 10 seconds.

The winds are blowing with a savage ferociousness. The boat shudders and shocks us into a GForce sideways torque with yet another Gust. We check and double check our anchor. We double up our snubber line just in case. Triple check our boat position just because.

It's been 10 hours, 20 minutes, and 15 seconds.

It's a sleepless night. We wake with every gust and groan, and boat shudder. The winds are blowing a noisy relentless growl. We sleep with one eye aware and both ears shut tight trying to drown out the incessant howling. EarPlugs help.

It's been 22 hours, 40 minutes and 03 seconds.

Day Two. The Winds are still howling. Underneath there's a current of anxiety. We tackle more chores. I bake some cookies and some muffins. I'd write a blog but the Cell is screaming No Service.

We start the engine to power up the laptop to watch a movie. We turn the volume up loud to drown out the noise of the engine, which is barely audible over the roar of the winds. Another gusty overload and the boat careens a little sideways. We pause the movie, pop our heads out of the companionway and check the world around us. All is good, and we return below and load up another movie. Make some popcorn. And turn the volume up some more. The Wind howls back in angry response.

It's been 36 hours, 15 minutes and 05 seconds.

The Capt'n has blown his back. Somewhere somehow he's twisted a nerve. I'm on double watch. A couple of Advil and a massage help. Just a tad.

It's been 37 hours, 16 minutes, and 22 seances.

That afternoon we make our way to SV Plan Sea for Sunday dinner and Chit Chat. They're anchored just beside us but really, we are a million miles away as we brave the frothy seas to get there, arriving like a couple of drowned rats. A wonderful evening over great food, and pretty soon it's time to disembark. Getting off their boat and into our Dinghy, in the pitch-black of night, as it bounces four feet into the air with the chop, proves to be a little risky and a lot challenging. Once we're back on our boat safe and sound, it's all little funny in a risqué type of way.

It's been 45 hours, 55 minutes, and 29 seconds.

The North Winds are cold, and the comforter is resurrected from the aft cabin. We fall asleep under our closed hatches, to the boisterous lullaby of vigorous boat shuddering winds. Bring on the Ear Plugs.

It's been 47 hours, 2 minutes and 3 seconds.

Day Three. We sip our coffee and notice the winds have calmed a little this morning. Their Windy Wail has been reduced to a Wild Whimper. A big change for our ears and there's hope on the horizon. We talk excitedly about going ashore for a walk. But the Capt'n twists the wrong way, and this time he yelps again. More Advil. No walk.

It's been 64 hours, 22 minutes and 15 seconds.

Mere moments later the winds pipe back up, with a raging roar this time. They blow and howl and gust and lash the rig into a noisy submissive response, only wagging us as far as the anchor chain will allow. Our nerves are a little frayed. Our muscles are aching for a walk. There's more chores to invent. There's more baking to do. There's more movies to watch. The Capt'n Naps. I listen to the wind.

It's been 70 hours, 39 minutes and 15 seconds.

Tonight, Loretta and Jim come over for Pizza and games. There's plenty laughs during the many gusty pulls. While there's extreme faith in our anchor we check on it constantly. There's a brief rain spit that does absolutely nothing to reduce the salt crystals that are rapidly multiplying and exponentially expanding on our stainless. The chop on the water hits the hull of the boat with a resounding and ferocious Splash.

It's been 81 hours, 10 minutes and 48 seconds.

It's as is we're sailing at hull speed in gale force winds. And when we look out, we (thankfully) haven't moved.

It's been 81 hours, 10 minutes and 49 seconds.

Day Four. The sun has come out to play. Warmly greeting us with sandy beaches beckoning to be explored. The greenishly tinged water below us is murky from the chop. On the horizon there are some dark clouds appearing, but the chance of rain disappears, just like the clouds do. But still the winds are blowing, screaming their boisterous vengeance with no threat of stopping.

It's been 88 hours, 40 minutes and 06 seconds.

We open the hatches and the wind pummels through with a cold and ferocious blast that quickly sits us down on the settee. Enough already.

It's been 90 hours, 27 minutes and 99 seconds.

And Counting.
Vessel Name: Banyan
Vessel Make/Model: Jeanneau 40 Sun Odyssey
Hailing Port: Halifax, Nova Scotia
Crew: David & Alexandra
Welcome Aboard. I'm Alexandra, and if I'm not out Adventuring with Camera in Hand, or cheffing up a storm in my galley, I'm looking to pirate some WiFi to upload our latest tales (with way too many photos) about our most recent adventures. [...]
Extra: CHART YOUR COURSE: Our destiny is shaped by our thoughts and actions. We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails.
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The Adventures of Dave and Alexandra

Who: David & Alexandra
Port: Halifax, Nova Scotia
We're always Somewhere South of Somewhere.

The Banyan Love is Growing.
WebPage Visits

We're on Facebook

Sailing Banyan

but we're not Tweeting or Instagramming.

Should We #HashTag?

Our friends Paul and Sheryl Shard, of Distant Shores, are incredible producers of their very own TV Show.

If you haven't already, check them out.

Their DVD's are informative and fun to watch as they travel to all four corners of the world.

You might even find Banyan in some of them!!