Sunday, May 2, 2010

George Town, Exuma

George Town, Exuma – April 10 to 27, 2010

Conditions were perfect for a four and a half hour sail from Rat Cay Cut to Elizabeth Harbour. We suffered a bit of culture shock arriving in George Town after the peace and quiet of the central Exumas. We anchored with at least fifty other boats next to the Chat ‘n Chill bar on Volleyball Beach where the music from the bar is nonstop from around noon until closing time. Fortunately, closing time is early evening.

The season was winding down for many cruisers.e Exumas were already making their way to points north in the US or Canada. I guessed at about 250 boats total in the harbour but we have heard that it is not uncommon for there to be more than 500 at the height of the season. I can’t imagine trying to find a good place to anchor when it’s that busy!

One tomato, a cabbage and an onion is all that was left in the ‘fresh food’ category. The supply of canned food was getting low as well and one freezer was empty. Grocery shopping was a treat after the small stores in Staniel Cay and Black Point. Exuma Markets, conveniently located across the street from the Scotiabank, was almost as well stocked as the Price Right in Marsh Harbour and there were usually vendors next door with fresh produce for sale that they had brought in from their farms. The onions, green peppers, tomatoes and bird’s eye peppers were better quality than those inside the grocery store.

The dinghy dock on Lake Victoria provided by Exuma Markets. On a busy day you really need to use a long painter. You can also fill your water jugs for free here with reverse osmosis water.

We helped celebrate two birthdays in George Town – Isabelle and Alec from Sea Walk are April babies. Birthday Greetings to you both once again.

What a delicious cake – home made too! Happy Bithday Isabelle!

Cruiser kids digging for buried treasure. No stopping until every piece of Lego is found. They eventually needed some help from the adults.

Even the adults got to pull.

Three cakes for the birthday boy. It must have been quite a challenge to keep them intact on a sailboat in the 80o F temperatures.

Volleyball Beach is one of the playgrounds for adults that George Town is known for. Every afternoon a crowd gathers on the beach for drinks, dominoes, drinks, volleyball, or just drinks, visiting and hanging out with drinks (or should that be drunks?).

Out on the volleyball court Tom discovered a few unused muscles.

We timed our stay in George Town to coincide with one of the biggest sporting events in the Bahamas – The National Family Island Regatta. In the week leading up to the regatta we watched the sloops and their crews arrive from islands all over the Bahamas, mostly on board the mail boats and other small supply ships with a few who were towed in on their own bottoms. (That would be the boats, not the crew.)


Why install a bollard when a big rock will do?

Unloading “Barbarian” - B Class from The Acklins

Rigging “Barbarian

The government dock was a beehive of activity as the boats were unloaded and the concession shacks went up. Each shack has its own bar and a makeshift kitchen. They were open for business as soon as four walls and a roof were up and electricity connected. Cheap beer (two or three for $5) and sky juice (a premixed concoction of gin, coconut water and evaporated milk – no charge for extra gin) were the drinks of choice and on the menu for breakfast.

Open for business.

The Bahamian food that came out of those little shacks was varied and delicious. My favorites were the conch fritters from Da Peoples Choice and mac ‘n cheese with lobster that came from another shack down the row. Tom’s sheep’s tongue souse (soup) was not pretty to look at but tasted good.

This was the first shack we ate at – Da Peoples Choice operated by Randy and his wife who does the cooking.

In keeping with his modus operandi, Tom became very involved in the regatta. Besides arranging a ride on Lady Nathalie (B Class from the Acklins) he put his power tools and skills to work helping Dave modify the mast angle on Dream Girl (C Class from Rolleville on Great Exuma) .

Working on Dream Girl before just before the collision at anchor with Anna Nicole.

Anna Nicole (A Class from the Acklins) heading for the start line after the collision – no damage to anyone.

He also spent a lot of time finding and organizing cruiser kids for the Saturday morning junior race series on the C Class boats. Laura and Ryan – They sure could have used you.

As official photographer for this blog I had a front seat in the spectator fleet anchored in the middle of the no anchor zone or out in a dinghy trying to keep out of the way. It was not unusual for the racing fleets to weave through the anchored cruisers.

That was a little close!

This was the 57th year for the Family Island Regatta having first run in 1954. Some of the boats in this year’s lineup were on the list of winners from fifty years ago and are still going strong. There are three categories of boats; A Class, B Class and C Class. Each class has strict design specifications that must be met. They must be built in the Bahamas with specific materials and have specific length, beam, and rig dimensions (mast height and boom length). For example, a B Class boat is approximately 24 feet long, with a mast height between 35 and 37 feet and a boom approximately 26 feet long. The sails must be cotton canvas. The crew can only have a certain number of tourists on board.

Two racing sloops under construction in Black Point.

If the tree fits –use it for the bow. We have been told that wild tamarind trees are used.

Some of the paint jobs are pretty creative like the C Class boats from Barraterre.

Races start with the boats at anchor. When the gun goes off, anchors and sails go up at the same time.

A typical start line.

Everything up!

I would like to see a copy of the on water race rules. The reaction to a collision resulting from a port-starboard violation was the offended boat yelling “Sink ‘em! Sink ‘em!” while it tried to do just that! Sunken boats are abandoned on the course with the winner of the collision continuing the race. Making contact with the marks when rounding them did not appear to have any consequences. No 360 rules.

Rounding the mark.

The Bahamas Defense Force will come to the rescue at some point.

Almost up!

Tom did four races on Lady Nathalie in four days. She was not a contender but there was no lack of excitement. They were in two collisions and a near miss with a cruising boat at anchor. Tom enjoyed the experience but is not ready for a repeat performance just yet. It took him three days to recover. Thanks for the pics, Wendy.

Setting up for the start line. Take a look at that boom!

Lady Nathalie in action. As you can see, racing is really close.

They didn’t win but hey – no missing body parts either.

There goes the fleet.

The dreaded ‘Income Tax Deadline’ was hanging over our heads as we prepared to leave George Town. Not knowing where we would get another stable internet connection, we had to make sure that bit of business was looked after before we moved on.

This dusty little place had the best internet in town and was conveniently located around the corner from the laundry.

George Town was another place for goodbyes. Some boats headed north before us, following schedules dictated by insurance restrictions that required them to be north of a specified latitude before hurricane season. Some were preparing to venture further south towards the Turks and Caicos or Luperon in the Dominican Republic. Others would leave their boats in the hurricane hole in George Town and return next season. And others, like us, would be making their way back to the US and Canada but via different routes and paces. We said goodbye to our new friends on Ajaya, Sea Walk, Altona, Texas Two Step, Rozinante, Hook and Sol Surfin. Thanks for the good times everyone. Hopefully our paths will cross again.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Skipping Down the Exuma Chain

Skipping Down the Exuma Chain – March 25 to April 9, 2010

Our first stop outside of the Exuma Park was literally just outside the dotted line on the chart that marks the park boundary. We anchored between Rocky Dundas (in the park) and Fowl Cay (outside the park) so Tom and Sergej could go lobster hunting. Lobster season ends at the end of March and they were determined to have a lobster dinner.

Looking for Lobster

They came back empty handed but lucky for us a local fisherman was willing to sell three large lobsters and a grouper that he had picked up just a few yards from our boats! Our wallets were a little lighter that night but boy did we have a feast.

Live! In the Cockpit on Polar Pacer

Great Grouper

This is a large dinner plate. There was enough lobster leftover for a big pot of lobster bisque. Incidentally, the Joy of Cooking says that you cannot call a cream soup ‘bisque’ unless there is seafood in it.

Community events determined our course and social calendar for the next while. Bahamians use VHF radio to communicate with each other and with boats visiting in the area. We were within range to hear announcements from Staniel Cay and the settlement of Black Point on Great Guana in the Exumas (as opposed to Great Guana in the Abacos – Place names are frequently recycled in the Bahamas.).

First on the agenda was a Bahamian cookout on the beach at Staniel Cay. It was a fundraiser in aid of the local school and was well attended by cruisers who were glad to get out of doing their own cooking and had come by wet dinghy ride from the anchorage at Big Majors Spot.

Behind the scene at the Staniel Cay cookout.

Beach soccer at Staniel Cay

Beach pigs at Big Majors Spot swimming out for boat scraps.

A Bahamian cookout consists of many residents spending hours in their kitchens preparing and cooking large quantities of food in big foil pans and transporting them to a central location for distribution. The menu typically includes BBQ’d ribs and chicken, fried fish or curried chicken or mutton accompanied by peas ‘n rice, vegetable rice or plain rice. On top of that you choose two side dishes; mac ‘n cheese, coleslaw, potato salad or canned corn. The quantities are generous and the quality such that I do not expect to lose any weight soon.

Preparing ribs on the dock for the weekend cookout. Sure saves on kitchen cleanup.

Staniel Cay is also home to the Thunderball Grotto where part of the James Bond movie Thunderball was filmed. We did some great snorkeling in the grotto at slack tide but passed on the Bond themed Casino Royale dress up party at the yacht club as we just did not have anything appropriate to wear.

With stops at the pink store, the blue store, the general store and the bakery we were able to pick up a few provisions at Staniel Cay. The choices were limited but we found eggs, local tomatoes and cabbage, long life milk and fresh baked bread plus enough canned items to add some variety to what we still had on board.

The pink store.

The blue store (my favorite)

Directions to the bakery.

001 Every dozen eggs had one brown one.

The weather patterns had definitely changed by the time we left Staniel Cay. There were no cold fronts in the forecast for a week or more. We could expect gentle breezes, mostly from the east, as we made our way towards George Town. We have access to weather forecasts from a few sources. At 6:30 every morning we can listen to Chris Parker’s weather service on our single side band radio. As we have subscribed to his service we sometimes ask him for specific details for the area we intend to travel. Also, on many of the islands there are volunteers, some of whom we have been told are retired meteorologists, who faithfully provide daily local forecasts.

Next up was a three day Easter celebration at Black Point. We arrived on the Wednesday before Easter to beat the rush for the laundry. Many of the boats we had met at Staniel were headed for the same place and like us, had not seen laundry facilities in over a month.

Industrious Ida operates a mean laundry, probably the best in the Bahamas. She has her own RO (reverse osmosis) water system, dingy dock and reasonable prices. The place is spotless with a dozen new washing machines and a matching set of dryers. Attached is a small marine supply store where she sells some basics like outboard oil, Never Dull cleaner for your stainless and laundry soap. If you need a haircut Ida will do it for you just outside the backdoor where the views are to die for.

More than just a laundramat.

View from Rockside Laundramat

For a community with a permanent population of around 300 residents they put together a fantastic weekend. The population of Black Point at least doubled with all the visitors. High school students were home from Nassau and younger children had come to spend their school holidays with their grandparents while their parents were at work elsewhere. There were as many as 50 boats in the anchorage with at least two persons on board each of them.

A posted schedule of the weekend’s events began at 11 AM Friday with a multi denominational church service, followed by the cookout and ended late Sunday night with a gospel concert. There was something for everyone; volleyball, basketball, children’s games, face painting and an Easter egg hunt; a fishing tournament, dominoes and pool tournaments, junkanoo, Easter Sunday church services and a raffle. Only the church services started on time, everything else was generally a couple of hours late getting under way. The posted times are really only a suggestion about when to start thinking about getting organized. That’s okay. It gave us plenty of time to hang out and meet people.

Some very patient and well behaved children.

Junkanoo with The Valley Boys from Nassau

We also had time to do a little sightseeing and visit the Garden of Eden where Willie gave us a tour of his driftwood and rock display pointing out the animals and other objects they depicted if you stand in exactly the right spot and use your imagination a little. Apparently, if you lay in one spot in the bush for long enough you will be amazed at what you see! Willie also has a garden in his solid rock backyard where he grows fruit trees and vegetables in little potholes in the rock. He generously hands out samples of the things that are ready to eat. We came away with tamarind pods, a couple papaya and some sapodilla.

Headless Dancer in the Garden of Eden

Willie's tamarind pods.

A short walk from the town we came across an ocean blow hole in action. Don’t lose that hat Sergej!

Impromptu beach party. Are we starting to look relaxed?

After the excitement of Black Point we needed some time to wind down and Bay Rush Bay, down island a few miles, was the perfect place to start. After a beam reach sail at 6 to 8 knots for an hour and a half we dropped anchor near a long deserted beach and sat for two days doing almost nothing. We left the boat only for a quiet bonfire on the beach and a short hike up the hill to a cave that overlooks the beach on the ocean side of the island.

We bypassed the settlement on Little Farmer’s Cay and an opportunity to pick up supplies in order to take advantage of the good weather conditions and move farther down the island chain. We followed the visual piloting route on the west side of the islands through submerged coral heads and shallow shifting sand bars where bright sunshine from high above is necessary in order to see the color changes in the water and avoid going aground. The sand bars were easy to identify but it was hard to tell if the dark patches were coral heads under our keels or just patches of weeds on the bottom. The shallowest water we saw was four and a half feet.

Reading the water.

We stopped at two more secluded bays with deserted beaches and underwater caves to explore on privately owned Rudder Cay and Lee Stocking Island. Lee Stocking also has a marine research centre that gives tours but it was closed when we went by. We were joined by a few other boats that we had met at Black Point so were not totally isolated. The water was perfect for swimming and getting a bit of exercise.

Looking for the sting rays that were hanging out in the bay with us.

After a rowdy evening of sing along to music from the sixties and seventies it was apparent that we were wound down enough to head for George Town to experience a bit of civilization.

One of the caves at Rudder Cay

A Pair of Prouts. Thanks to Wendy on Altona for the photo.