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I was sad to leave Wardrick wells. It was such a nice place and the people on the island warm and welcoming. According to them, You are only a visitor once. Next time you are family.
But the clock was ticking. I had a plane to catch so we moved on to Staniel Cay
We anchored at Big Majors Spot, just north of Staniel Cay. Strange name but even stranger are the pigs that come down to the beach for a swim.
A quick tidy up and a clean shirt ready ...
... out and proceeded to drag it back to the water. The headland is made of old compressed coral which becomes jagged and sharp after a few millennia. The dinghy "desperation" had collected a few character marks from being bounced over the rocks all night so a few more wouldn't hurt it. Besides, there was no other way to shift it. The outboard fired right up and we set off for a wet ride back to inspiration. Both the parks guys told us we were about a ...
... on the radio, and agreed to move the next day. So we moved up to Orange Creek where we figured we'd have a bit of relief, but once in Orange Creek the wind turned South and we were rolling again like mad!
As an aside: Bliss II is also a C&C 38, just a bit different than our Landfall. In all of this pitching and rolling, we ended up talking about our masts and the lines and wires that run inside of them. Both boats are in the same situation where they do ...
... went along to be entertained. As it turned out, there were many of us poor slobs that accompanied their wives for great fun on the Art of Port Shopping, so I felt a lot better. I got so tired of hearing the word “diamonds.” We learned about tanzanite, chocolate, black and white diamonds, pearls, watches, sheets and you name it. There were however, two important highlights of this experience, 1) door prizes; 2) we won two of them. The first prize was ...
... to Mrs. Wilson at Wilson's Triple X Restaurant and Bar to pay the “fee”. We found Mrs. Wilson alone in her establishment and learned she is 93 years old. She was a delight to speak to. There were no customers and we saw no clue what “Triple X” referred to in the name of her business. It didn't appear to have anything to do with what you might be thinking....
After visiting the cave, we motored ...