South of the Abacos to Little San Salvador, Cat & Long Islands
                AJAYA'S CRUISE
                  Phil & Nikki Hoskins
                  
Fri 12 Mar 2010 21:53
                  
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 After 7 weeks sailing in the Abacos we slipped 
out of Little Harbour Cut, sailing into the deep Atlantic once more with the 
plan to head south 180 miles to Conception Island, which is part of the Bahamas 
National Park and lying in the out-island chain. The forecast was ideal for 
getting there and with the wind due to veer into the east or southeast we could 
spend a few glorious days anchored near the reef on the west side. The plan 
would have worked but Skip miscalculated the speed we would make during the 180 
mile trip and despite slowing the boat down we were so much in danger of 
arriving in darkness that plan B was conceived, but not before catching a 
reasonably sized tuna. In fact we had one on each line we were trolling but King 
Neptune must have decided that we were being greedy, so let one 
escape. 
Plan B was to run down the east side of Eleuthera 
Island, over 'The Bridge' a shallow bank that runs 10 miles in an east to 
west direction from Little San Salvador to Eleuthera,  where the 
depths either side are measured in 1000's of feet but only 60 feet on the 
shallow ridge. Rather like being on top of a mountain with almost vertical side 
slopes. That promised to be interesting! 
Pushed by approx 20+ knots of wind (our wind speed 
indicator has not functioned properly for some time) we steadily ran southwards, 
having already counted one cruise ship, the Noordam, heading in the same 
direction and, according to our AIS information, heading for exactly the 
same destination - Little San Salvador.  A small island 4 miles long by one 
mile wide, leased by Holland America Lines for its own and presumably other 
cruise liners to use as a tropical island day excursion. Conditions on 'The 
Bridge' when we approached were boisterous as the wind was still 
blowing somewhat more than we would have liked, so we hunkered down, 
shut the cockpit entrance and put on harnesses as we steered our 
way through the steep seas banking up over the shallows. We took not one drop of 
water onboard but it was not a manoeuvre we would want to make a habit 
of doing.  A mile later and we were back into deep water, sailing direct 
for the anchorage at Half Moon Cay, with not only the Noordam maintaining 
position off the beach but a sistership, the Westerdam already at 
anchor. 
The water in the bay was crystal clear, the beach 
typically tropical, with fringing palms, but also with a thousand sun beds laid 
out between the trees. There was a steady stream of attendant boats ferrying 
passengers back and forth between the quay and the two ships. Ashore there 
were couples walking the beach or lying on sun beds, but we suspect that 
either the ships were almost devoid of passengers or that relatively few 
could be bothered to brave the cool stiff breezes blowing onto the beach. In 
some ways the view from ship to shore from a sheltered private balcony was far 
better than the opposite perspective. 
    ![]() Dam cruise ships - the Westerdam & 
the 
Nordam                                   
The beach at Half Moon Cay - Little San 
Salvador                            
Sad end for a little flying fish - crashed and 
burned! 
By late afternoon both ships had departed. One 
heading for Grand Turk and the other for Florida ready for another turnaround. 
The scene afterwards was of frantic activity with beach clearing and 
sun bed organising by the shore staff that run the resort full time. It's their 
job to make sure all the 'toys' and facilities are ready for the next 
cruise ship. As for us - Tuna was on the evening menu. We had also inadvertently 
got in the way of two flying fish at some point during the trip - their 
stiff bodies baked by the sun, but they were returned from whence they came. As 
for the Tuna, best attempts to get the barbecue alight failed in the strong 
breeze, so it was into the oven at short notice. It still tasted great 
though. 
Early next morning a large shape loomed as the 
cruise ship 'Carnival Liberty' approached the anchorage ready for her day 
at Little San Salvador. It took a good hour to correctly position the ship in 
the thin stretch of water that defines where such a monster with almost 30' 
draft can anchor. The margin for error is small as the bay is shallow - 
with a 300 yard strip that a ship can sensibly lay its anchor before 
the ocean floor descends to over 1000'. Getting the anchor down 
in the correct place is critical, but any cruise line captain probably 
enjoys the challenge it presents.   
We left shortly after seeing 'Carnival Liberty' 
finally come to a halt, as we were now heading for Cat Island, a distance 
of 30 odd miles south-eastwards. As we passed close to the cruise ship Nikki 
trained the binos on the bridge and was startled to see one of the officers 
looking at her through his binos - so she waved, and he then waved back. We 
wonder if he was envious that we could come and go at leisure and not be on a 
structured itinerary as he would have been. 
We had two early strikes on the trailing lure 
but afterwards nothing more. Early afternoon we dropped anchor in New Bight, a 
small settlement at the southern end of Cat Island known not only for being 
where the highest point in the Bahamas is situated (just 60 metres high) but 
where the Hermitage of Father Jerome could be visited on top of that highest 
point. In the bay was just one other yacht,a trimaran, the 
crew greeted us with enthusiasm as they hadn't seen any cruising 
yachts for days. 
    ![]() New Bight on Cat Island - the Hermitage 
sits on top of the 
hill           The beach 
at New 
Bight                                                              
Driftwood of enormous proportions 
Farther Jerome was an English Anglican priest who 
arrived in the Bahamas in 1908. He subsequently took up the Catholic faith in 
Rome, having left the islands for some years, travelling to Canada and 
Australia but returned to the Bahamas in 1939. He left an enduring legacy 
of reconstructed catholic churches based on Greek Island church architecture, 
replacing the vulnerable wooden churches that were prone to the ravages of 
hurricanes. Finally, he constructed his Hermitage which consists of a tiny 
church barely 10' by 6' with a single seat and desk for him to worship at. 
Attached to the church is his dwelling, no room being much larger than the 
church, with his bedroom being a diminutive 6' by 5'. Certainly no 
room for guests! Here he lived out the remainder of his life, having achieved 
great things for the peoples of these islands.  
    ![]() Approach to the 
Hermitage                                                         
Farther Jerome's depiction of Christ's tomb with the stone rolled 
away         Chapel on right - living 
quarters on the left 
    ![]() Bell tower next 
to chapel                                                                  
......still with bell 
installed                                                               
Farther Jerome's prayer seat and desk inside the 
chapel 
We were lucky to have the site to ourselves which 
gave us a wonderful feeling of tranquillity with just butterflies and lizards 
around us (although somebody had written in the guest book to be wary of the boa 
guarding the entrance - snakes again!) We certainly didn't see one - thankfully. 
Further down the hill slope on the eastern side 
we came to the cave that Father Jerome lived in whilst building the Hermitage. 
We wouldn't have spent a single night in there so our respect for the priest 
rose tenfold!  Father Jerome died in 1956 and was buried barefoot in a bare 
grave (i.e coffin-less!). On the way back down to sea level we passed the ruins 
of an old slave plantation house, abandoned many years ago. We were informed 
there was a slave cemetery nearby but didn't visit. 
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Phil peers into the cave where Farther Jerome lived whilst building the 
Hermitage               
Ruined plantation house overlooks the bay at New 
Bight 
Back at sea level we walked the beach, bought some 
bread and were mischievously 'escorted' by 3 small 
scheming schoolgirls who had just left their primary school to walk home. 
We had previously walked past their school which is situated right on the beach. 
What a great place to spend playtime! They chattered non-stop to us and 
between themselves until we parted company by our dinghy which was pulled up the 
beach. We motored back to the boat, spying a small armada of 
yachts approaching the bay. It was getting busy, so time to move on, but 
not before another beautiful night where this time the barbecue behaved and it 
was grilled Tuna for two! 
    ![]()                         Catholic 
church at New Bight - built by Farther Jerome - Nikki loved the fish 
gargoyle                           Stone 
seats by the roadside  
Next stop on our 'out island' tour was Long Island, 
situated around 30 miles from New Bight. We part sailed and part motorsailed 
across the deep blue Atlantic seas and continued down to Bains where we anchored 
in a large shallow bay. One significant aspect of this leg was that it took 
us below the Tropic of Cancer, the line at latitude 23.29.5N. which defines 
actually being 'in the tropics'. This was a working stop as the hulls were 
beginning to look like a colourful octopus's garden, especially where the sun's 
rays had penetrated beneath the water. It was on with the dive suit, plug in the 
compressor and spend 3-4 hours under the boat, standing on the sandy seabed 
scrubbing the hulls. Fortunately it all came off easily and we can now continue 
without taking our scenic garden along with us. 
With another front approaching we needed some 
shelter and the only place easily accessible on Long Island's west coast is at 
Salt Pond in Thompson Bay. Even then the shelter is tenuous, being behind tiny 
rocky islets out in the bay, but it would have to do. And so, today the boat is 
pitching up and down in 20-25 knot S-SW wind driven seas with another day of it 
to come tomorrow when the wind shifts into the northwest with the arrival of the 
cold front.  We can then hide behind the northern end of the bay where 
there is good shelter.  We did get ashore yesterday walking the half mile 
across the island to the eastern shore where the Atlantic rollers crash onto the 
reefs. In the distance we could see a yacht sailing to its destination, in the 
scrubby dunes the ruins of a light aircraft that crashed many years ago. On 
the beach tons of flotsam washed up from distant shore, most of it plastic - a 
reminder of just what a curse the stuff is when it's usefulness 
to people on distant shores has expired . 
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East coast of Long 
Island                                                                                               
Dramatic cloud formation - pink tinged 
From here we head to Georgetown and into the Exumas 
Cays where there is more frontal protection available. So they say! But still 
beautiful sunset to enjoy of course! 
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