With all the trauma of the previous day behind us, we were past due for a little relaxing. We made reservations at the FCYC for a “gourmet lunch” of fish and chips. Here’s Joy savoring the fantastic view of the anchorage while we waited for our lunch to arrive, lunch and a pina colada of course! The dark blue hull in the background is “Stolen Hour”, a J44 from Yarmouth, Maine with the entire family on board. The captain, Peter, was on his way home with the boat, and Mom and kiddos were soon to depart while a crew of friends were to board for the offshore trip home. They had been anchored just upwind from us at Georgetown, having returned from the Caribbean.
After our gourmet lunch of fried fish sticks and cold French fries, with the $50 gourmet price thank you very much, we headed off for a walk to town. Our walk took us right onto the airstrip, past the terminal, and on downtown. The Bahamian out islands struggle year after year, and it takes them a long time to recover from natural disasters, hurricanes, and wherever we travel, we see the effects and we also see the determination and spirit of the Bahamian people to continue. They recover, slowly, but they do recover.
There is a significant tidal range here that allows the mail boat and fuel ships to enter the commercial harbor off to the left where they tie up to offload their goods. These small out islands are at the mercy of the supply ships for fuel, mail, food, and other goods. If they don’t have it when you arrive, and you really need it, you wait, just like the locals. A trip to the one store in town will be an eye opener, as the shelves may almost bare if it has been a while since the last boat. You plan ahead here, and you work with what they have.
If you stop in at Farmers Cay, you really should take time to visit J.R., the wood carver. You will have an opportunity not only to learn about his wood carvings, but if you ask, and can slow down long enough to listen, you will learn a great deal about Farmers Cay and many of the other islands as this kind man is a wealth of information about Bahamian history. He has family are spread out all over the islands, and even some live in the USA. He treated Joy so kindly and helpfully that we wanted to buy one of everything. We didn’t, but we did carry one beautiful hand carved parrot home with us, and it now is perched on our travel wall.
Motor on HOME