You probably noticed that I've changed the photo at the top of the blog. This new one was taken at the anchorage where Judie and I spent the last two nights. The little island in the background is called Goat Cay. It's one of the "Berry Islands". (In case you don't already know, down here a small island is called a "cay"... which is pronounced "key". I don't know where they draw the line for when an island is big enough to be called an "island" instead of just a "cay".)
Right now we're at a marina in another one of the Berry Islands. This one is called Great Harbor Cay and it's just a short sail from Goat Cay. We decided to come here to get a few supplies, some ice cream, and to get internet access. (Those are not necessarily listed in order of priority.)
Goat Cay was nice, but unfortunately for us the cruise ship companies think that area is nice too. Every day at least one cruise ship pulled into a neighboring cay (about a mile or two away from ours) and disgorged a couple thousand guests. One day there were three cruise ships there at the same time. Most of the cruise ship guests stayed over on that neighboring cay and we never saw or heard them but some of those guests would rent jet skis and come over to our cay to play. Luckily the jet skiers didn't ever stay long. Cruise ship customers can never stay long in one place. They do one thing, then rush off to do another, then rush back to the ship because by then it's time to leave for another location where they'll rush through some more activities. That's not my idea of a vacation.
Judie and I spent two and a half very relaxing days there at Goat Cay. We did some swimming/snorkeling off the back of the boat, got in our dingy and did some exploring, found a beautiful little secluded beach, did some more swimming, and just relaxed. The water was crystal clear... exactly what the Bahamas are famous for.
One day we got in the dingy and went over to the cay where all the cruise ships took their customers. I thought maybe we'd find a little store where we could buy some ice cream or something. However when we arrived we were met at the dock by someone who politely but firmly told us we couldn't come ashore. Apparently the cruise ship company owns the entire cay and people who aren't their customers aren't even allowed to set foot there. I thought the island was inhabited by local people who would gladly sell their ice cream to anyone, but no, that wasn't the case. Oh well.
So... that's the latest on Life in the Bahamas.
Until next time... whenever that might be...
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