First Day, Grand Cayman
09 April 2018 | Grand Cayman, W. Caribbean
This morning we checked in through Customs and Immigration, along with FIVE cruise ships. What, easily 10,000 people! But, since we were a recreational cruising boat, they processed us through more quickly. English is the official language, since they are a British colony. And that made communications so much better, since Spanish has been spoken since last November. We left our mooring ball for the North Bay area. Here we anticipated going to the Cayman Island Yacht Club. What an intense ordeal. They said not to enter North Bay if over an 8' draft. When we entered over the reef entrance, we were relieved that it was not less than 10'. But then it got shallower inside, and we were sweating bullets as we crossed large areas of sand in as little as 5.9', meaning Julia Max was plowing through large stretches of sand. We never hit anything hard. We entered a track of waypoints to help us leave. Maybe we can be mid-tide (only a two foot tide), and sneak out in a few days. We dinghied over through a high rent district on dredged canals to a place to tie up. Then we walked over to a CostULess, like Costco without membership. Sue drooled over the fresh produce we bought. Tomorrow we anticipate renting a car. They are Brits, and they drive on the left side of the road! 'Stay left, stay left, stay left' is my mantra.