On March 11th we headed south with the intention of getting 1/2 to Georgetown. We ended up stopping at Blackpoint settlement, which is a pleasant little anchorage. Rog went spearfishing with Otis, the local guy who said English words but couldn't communicate with Rog. Wierd! I guess some of the inhabitants here just make up names for things. For example, a "flappa" was a turtle, a "fish trap" was a nurse shark. Those are the only ones Rog could make out.

Anyway, they got skunked, probably because they needed to fish in the "cut" (cuts are the passages between the Exuma sound and Exuma bank) & it was very rough. 10 foot swells & a big current - even Otis the local couldn't get any fish!

We made our way through that very cut the next morning & encountered some big seas (again!) in the sound. We headed south & thought we check out Emerald Bay (the marina for the Sandals resort here), which was a big mistake. Upon entering the marina we got hit by a huge breaking wave - nearly knocked us down & flipped the dinghy. Such a long story on what went wrong - I won't bother with it here. The good news is that nothing broke on the boat and we were all fine.

After 4 days of laundry, focused school and cleanup, we were ready to head to Georgetown (at the end of the exuma chain) & meet up with the RoHos (my sister and family) for a visit. I've attached a shot of the swimming pigs that we saw back at Staniel.