07/05/2008/11:29 am, Spanish Cay
My sister sent a message the other day. She deduced from reading the various cruising blogs that, this time of year, some of us are like horses bolting for home and others are like her labrador retrievers who want to roll in the mud and sniff every bush before they must finally come in. (perhaps we could say we want to swim off every beach and check out every anchorage)
Accordingly, we spent a couple of nights at Manjack, moved on to Powell Cay and are now anchored just off Spanish Cay. We enjoyed swimming and snorkelling in 31C water, strolled along beaches on ocean and banks sides of Powell Cay, interacted with the gregarious laughing gull that perched on our dinghy davit and on the swim ladder for the longest time during happy hour.
There was not a sound except frilly little wavelets lapping against the dinghy last evening as we sat out once again under the stars. The sun came up over mirror-still water this morning and has remained light.
We've stopped here in Spanish Cay to refill water cans and check on the progress of our energy boosting arrangements in Florida. Several of our friends decided to leave today in hopes of reaching Florida before the front blows in on Friday. For us, it would mean an abrupt end to this last leisurely week so we've decided to wait for the window that surely must open after this one.
The marina staff is friendly and helpful; the store is well stocked; wifi is easily available for $10 for 24 hours; and the anchorage is just a short dinghy ride away from the marina entrance, making Spanish Cay a good stop. We'd consider it on a return visit too - it's a check in point with Customs and Immigration officers.
We'll move up the cays one more step to rejoin Sapphire and Solitaire at Allens-Pennisicola this evening. We are keeping a close ear on Chris Parker's weather forecasts at 6:30 each morning and expect that we'll be able to start off early next week. He is calling for westerly quadrant winds - not so good - but with some south in them at this latitude - maybe not so bad.
Each day is a new one and if our combo of planning and luck continues to hold, by the time we get to our preferred jumping off point of Double Breasted Cays, the wind will be good too.
06/05/2008/11:48 am, Manjack Cay, Abacos
We've enjoyed a couple of idyllic days at Manjack Cay - alternatively named Munjack or Nunjack. (There must be story there but I don't know it.) We dinghied out to an ocean beach and followed a shady and twisty path across the cay to another, collected sea biscuits, fished conchs up from the shallow waters, chatted with Leslie - one of the owners of the beautiful property here. We dinghied slowly up the mangrove lined creek and then drifted back out again on the ebbing tide, dangling our feet in the water and listening to birdsongs - and looking for the turtle that we heard was there. I guess it wasn't our day to see him because we never did find him.
We enthusiastically accepted Nancy's invitation to celebrate her birthday with a Mexican feast aboard Solitaire. Sapphire provided yummy quesadillas and tortilla chips with an interesting new dip. Solitaire dished up scrumptious chicken enchiladas served with a tasty bean and corn salad from Restless, and Madcap provided a chocolate cake with a little dash of cinnamon and chili powder to make it Mexican. We played Catch Phrase - great fun - and had a fine old time of it.
We are off northward to Powell Cay next and then onward. If I get a chance to connect again, I'll let you know about the other cays we hope to visit on our way north. Connections may be iffy.
If a weather window opens, we'll cross to the US next week. The plan is to depart from Double Breasted Cays and head for Fernandina Beach. All that is highly flexible depending on wind and sea state. We'll go when the wind is right for a sail and the rollers don't crash over our decks!
04/05/2008/11:23 am, Green Turtle Cay, Abacos
We've been so lucky in our timing for stops at Green Turtle Cay - the Junkanoo on New Years Day and the Island Roots Heritage Festival in May. The folks on this Cay know how to throw a party!
The theme of this year's festival was "The Jewel in the Crown" celebrating the Commonwealth connection and Loyalist roots. Queens Elizabeth I and Victoria were both here, along with Mad King George, first Bahamian Governor Woodes Rogers and an assortment of pirates and fire dancers. Also present were the very real - no acting required - Bahamian Prime Minister Hubert Ingraham, the Royal Bahama Police Band, experts giving lectures on flora and fauna, archaeology, Loyalist history, rail history, bush medicine. Several rake n' scrape bands provided music; games and activities for children went on from noon until dusk both Friday and Saturday. The bright colours and bone-deep drumming of a Junkanoo Rush Out reminded us of the full Junkanoo we experienced on New Years Day.
Local girls performed a Maypole Dance and it was a beautiful sight to see. They wore long white dresses, colourful bolero vests and ribbons in their hair. Most were barefoot and the ribbons of the pole were the Bahamian Colours - turquoise, black and yellow. They did a simple twining first and then a complicated in and out dance as the ribbons twisted perfectly. It was one of those things where one misstep would disturb the pattern but they knew their dance.
The whole thing came to an end with an Ecumenical church service on Sunday morning. The sermon "went a little south" for me when the minister talked about God creating the beautiful garden of Eden for Adam but then Eve got into the action and "it all went south from there." (I have this problem with literal interpretations of the Bible!) Fortunately the music was fine - good gospel hymns where the spirit of the words and the rhythm of the music are what count.
Because this was our last Bahamian Party, we ate all the local foods (ribs, chicken, fish, fritters, with macaroni, peas'n rice, guava duff) and drank all the famous drinks (Goombay Smashes, Yellow Birds, Pirates Passions, and Kaliks) we could manage. We picked up one more loaf of delicious and fragrant coconut bread and a couple of red snappers that we marinated in Bahamian Hot Sour, and then grilled to perfection. Eaten under the stars with sides of rice and plantains, it was a piece of heaven. Jim and I managed to stay awake late both nights - in fact we were still ashore enjoying the music at 11 pm on Saturday - that's about 2 hours after our usual bedtime.
About the music -local bands Island Spice and the Gully Roosters played early evenings; the Lassido Boys kicked up a storm of rake n'scrape both nights and the Royal Bahamian Police Pop Band closed out the evenings. The police band could march and twirl and put a Bahamian spin on the usual sorts of marching music, and then totally get into the fun of dance music after they doffed their fancy white uniforms (ornamented with leopard skins for the drummers.)
The Prime Minister arrived in a golf cart with just two people accompanying him and proceeded to walk about the festival grounds greeting folks. We thought his walk about would be more informal than anything found in Canada and it surely was. I managed to get myself in place to shake his hand and told him I was visiting from Canada's Capital city. He responded with a smile and a "Welcome". Canadian flags flew from poles along the streets along with Bahamian, Great Britain, USA, and the Conch Republic (a tongue in cheek Key West, Florida). Jim said I should get back in line and ask the Prime Minister if the Bahamian Department of Justice needs a Canadian Consultant so we could get back here again soon!