Monday, March 20, 2006


We wandered on the beaches and sailed off Georgetown. Just making dinners together and having coffee in the morning was a celebration. A wonderful visit.

Cat sailing

One afternoon Chuck and Vinnie sailed off, dodging container ships as they went North to the breakers and south to the small islands in the anchorage. It was a good wind to be on a small boat.

Regatta Point home

They found a wonderful apartment at Regatta Point and a porch overlooking the boat parade.

Friends from home

Pat and Chuck traveled from the cold gray of Michigan to the intoxicating blue of George Town.

The Finals

The team celebrates winning second place in the finals and a red flag for the boat.

Let's play Volleyball

Vinnie and his team played in the Annual Regulation Volleyball tournament with great moves.

The land of rules and regulations

We expected to be transformed by living life in the beauty and power of the deep sea. Little did we know that a casual invitation for a regulation volleyball workshop would lead to the birth of a new personality: Captain Volleyball.

Cab 12

The visit seemed so short. Suddenly we were back to the market in the early morning, waiting for cab 12. Hey Nick, it was wonderful having you here on the boat.

Exploring South

Several days later we left for Crab Cay and there found the ruins of a Loyalist plantation which was abandoned in the 1800's. Of course there were more beautiful beaches and clear sand suitable for the horse shoe competition.

Exploring North

We left the George Town metropolis for a quieter world. At Black Cay Nick found that he was a expert sea bean collector and able to survive the dangers of scrambling on razor sharp rock cliffs. That was a good thing since the water below us was thickly populated with sea urchins. Just off our anchorage was a small cruiser resort, a couple of palm trees and a hammock made of a fishing net. Ah, living the good life.

In the water

The cold and wind did not stop him for swimming in the beautiful blue water and waves of the Exuma Sound.

Beach Time

Although one of Nick's goals was to go snorkeling, this was not meant to be. His snorkel and mask lay neglected as the winds blew hard and the water stayed cool. He mastered his disappointment and found other entertainment: kites, horse shoes, and beaching.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Outta regatta

The first days of Nick's visit were spent in George Town harbor, wandering the town, meeting friends, and going to some of the regatta activities. When the chaos became to great, we could head across to the peaceful beaches.

Nick Arrives

Nick was held over in Fort Lauderdale for a night, but made it into George Town on Saturday. From the taxi it was a quick trip to begin life on the boat. He seemed to easily adapt to the small space, constant rocking movement, and complicated simple life. Now his shower was just a dive off the boat, his drinks came warm from the cooler, and the toilet needed supervision so that after use it would not flood and sink the boat.

On land in George Town

The signs into town are usually not at the water front, but one morning we walked down the main road and found the welcome not seen from shore.

In town we found the comforts of land life. This is Mom's Bakery. Twice a week, Mom brings in coconut bread and rum cakes, greeting the hordes of hungry boaters with hugs.

Sailors suffer from a common, but underdiagnosed condition called "Cussler Malaise", presenting with a blank stare, vague sense of nausea, and mental toper. Caused by reading a steady diet of mindless drivel, the most effective treatment is reading good books. George Town has responded to this need by allowing cruisers to get a library card and check out or trade books. It is next door to the school and this morning had a good part of the class on the porch.

Life in the George Town Harbor

There was plenty of room for us in the constantly shuffling city of boats. After several days we realized that we had given up traveling life on a sail boat for a small airstream in a busy trailer park. Our neighborhood was unpredictable. We could go to sleep in the French Canadian quarter and be back in America by the next afternoon without moving our boat. Friends on Oreneta, No Justice, and Twice in a Blue Moon would unexpectedly appear next door only to later disappear across the bay.

Welcome to Elizabeth Harbor

A great sail brought us to the enormous harbor at George Town, temporary home of over 400 boats during the Regatta. The tower was built in the 1800's as a navagational marker. The flag draped rigging of this small boat shows that it is regatta ready.