March 12 and 13
We said our goodbyes to the local folks at Black Pointe. That took longer
than expected. Next we had lunch aboard the Amber Isle, then loaded up the
fishing gear. Valt took a different fishing buddy this time, Ted from
"Nina." Ted had never caught a mahi before. Three hours later, I saw a
small boat round the point. Glassing them with the binoculars, I saw both
fishing poles proudly standing upright in their rod holders: our usual sign
of success. They'd landed three mahis. I filleted one of mine, Ted did
his. The third mahi was another 52" beauty. We cut it up and put it on
ice. The plan was to barter that fish for lobster with the local fisherman
at Little Farmer's Cay.
We all gorged on fresh fish that night. It was delectable.
"Nina" left that following morning, heading back to Connecticut. We'd all
planned to leave last Monday, but stayed to enjoy the company. We went back
to Black Pointe to return a movie we'd borrowed. Lorraine was returning
from the clinic: she'd sliced her finger with a knife. She could still
cook, but would have to keep the finger dry.
The movie was actually a PBS series of 6 stories of the 6 wives of Henry the
8th of England. It was very well done and we watched it over several
evenings. Seemed we should have gotten a history quiz at the end.
By noon we'd lifted the anchor and were going out of the anchorage into
Exuma Bank. It was exhilarating to be moving after 8 days. We anchored in
a nice little bay near Little Farmer's Cay, launched the dinghy, and went in
search of "Little Jeff." A local fisherman, he dives for conch, lobster,
and grouper. He does not troll for bigger fish in the Sound so he'd love to
trade mahi for lobster. He was delighted with our catch and loaded it in
his freezer. He would dive tomorrow for fresh lobster and complete the
deal. His six year old nephew, MJ came to chat with me while they talked.
He was a smart little fellow, boasting of his good grades in school.
Curiously, his teachers were also Guyana. Where were the Bahamian teachers?
Ocean Cabins, a small restaurant on the hill was just a short walk away. We
said "hi" to the 12 year old daughter Keesha who was just returning from
school. Ordering two Kaliks, Ernestine welcomed us back and sat with us a
bit to catch up with island happenings. Her husband, Terry, was out. A
very attractive well dressed Bahamian lady came in lugging suitcases.
"Going on a trip?" we asked. Seems she was a preacher lady from Duncan
Town, Ragged Island. She was going home after a trip to Nassau. She
insisted we come to her island to see it. We'd traveled to the Raggeds
before, but not that far south. Maybe this year would be the time to do it.