To Long Island
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 28 Mar 2011 22:37
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En Route to Long Island, in
the Bahamas
  We woke to an
idyllic morning and moved off in convoy with Mi Amante and Nancy Dawson leaving
Landrail at eight
  After a chum passed we settled to a game of Upword, next thing we
were treated to a fly-by. Two members of a display team - I can
hear them now - "Oh Red Leader look, a couple of little
yachties, let's zap them" well with that they flew past, red to starboard,
blue to the port side of Beez, smoke trails doing their thing. We were left in
a pool of white stuff and saw zero for the next ten
minutes "Top hole, jolly japes". Hope it's not
toxic.
  Caught dabbling
  Clearly a man with
a sharp mind named Long Island, wonder where that
came from...... eighty miles long and four wide
 As we near a
destination, we reduce the scale. At one and a half miles we can see the sheltered bay we have to
enter..........
 .......... but
first passing by the reef that forms a kind of
gateway. Flying Fish Marina just showing some sport fishing
boats
    Passing by some interesting buildings. We would later find
the marina houses a horrid man who hates yachties "Always wanting to use the
internet for free, plugging in and sponging electricity" (we paid our $5),
"Wanting to use the showers after closing time". "Never buy anything". The
classic "A yacht radioed in and the sports guys gave me $100 to say we were
full". Sad to be the only horrid man in the Bahamas.
  We
slowly passed the channel into shallow water, rocky beach in
front, sandy to our left
 A welcome from
a tropicbird
 Behind us was the gateway we could not enter by
 Our own turtle feeding ground
right next to where we anchored after thirty seven miles
  After the fiery sun dropped a gentle light to settle
to
ALL IN ALL SO PROTECTED IN THIS HUGE
BAY
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