Reaquainting ourselves with Georgetown

Ambler Isle
V and S
Sat 19 Feb 2011 16:28
Feb. 18, 2011
Slowly we are meeting Georgetown again.  After 9 weeks in the more remote Cays, it seems very busy here.  After a one hour Cruiser's Net every morning on VHF channel 72 the radio goes non-stop as folks hail their pals, request information, offer advise, sell stuff, advertise services, on and on and on. Most English, many French.   After some time, it becomes tiring and we shut it off. 
We went to see Lee and Charlie aboard Windstar 4.  She is the Ham Radio expert and rescue liaison in the area.  Charlie had a winch accident and nearly severed his little finger, necessitating a flight to Nassau to have it reattached.  Makes us realize how vulnerable we all are to medical emergencies. There is little help available here.  A walk-in clinic nurse takes care of minor ailments, a doctor flies from Nassau on Friday.  Both dispense antibiotics and common meds as needed.  Otherwise we must go to Nassau.  As members of D.A.N., we have air ambulance service.  But, for the most part, we are on our own. 
We went ashore to explore the walking trails lead from the harbour to the Sound (ocean side).   Legs unaccustomed to the sandy climb ached.  Other trails wind around Stocking Island.  We meet only a few others along the way. 
A number of outings are announced:  a free bus ride to visit Coakley High School for a BBQ fundraiser.  A bus trip to the Horticultural Fair. A trip to a local farm to pick veggies.  One couple invited us to see a Rake and Scrape Band perform in Mosstown on Sat.  I think we will pass.  Since this is not a tourist town, this will be a locals-only event.  On a Saturday night these events can get rowdy.    A big disco party is planned around a big Hatteras in the harbour this evening.  Complete with go-go girls, the Chippendales, pole dancers (with human poles) , and more.  The host hopes to get many dinghies to raft up  and to circle around his boat.  As a reward, he will pass out margaritas to every one who passes his swim platform.  His idea is to use flash lights to create the effect of a huge strobe disco ball.  We may not put our dinghy into the raft up, but it sounds like it would be fun to watch. 
A light rain begins.  A wedding, planned on Honeymoon Beach, is spoiled.  The DVD swap on Volleyball Beach is postponed.  The bridge, poker, dominoes, and seminars going on at the beach scatter.  Some energetic folks get out and scrub their boats, thankful for the free boat wash.  Although the radar does not show this as a serious storm, the clouds ring the harbour.  It seems to be raining everywhere.    Our plans to visit Nina for the afternoon are put on hold.  Just as suddenly, the sun comes back and all plans continue.  Aboard Nina, a more serious rain begins.  A mile from Amber Isle, we are held captive in our pleasant place to wait out the storm.  We agree to transport folks to shore tomorrow to meet guests at the airport.  Our dinghy is better able to do this than most here.  The disco ball is permanently cancelled.  All full moon observations are cancelled.  Finally at 9pm the rain subsides and we dinghy home.