Coco Paradise
Travel Blogs from Great Abaco Island
Abaco Rage
... in Hopetown all year and lives aboard. She does fly to MA each Christmas to be with her kids and grand kids. Her boat is called "Caesar's Ghost", named after her departed black Lab. We saw her boat in the harbor last year but never got to meet her. She's a true inspiration.
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Winding down.......
... duets. I think he will have to wait until next year!
We all managed to have dinner with Dale on his boat Monday night. It was fitting. "Pasta a la Dale" just like the night we arrived in West End. A fun filled beginning and a fun filled ending. I can't believe we have all managed to stay together as well as we have. We are a floating family. Basically the same group will be making the return passage together, minus Jack who has to wait for his crew to arrive next week. We know ...
More Green Turtle
... it. Conch shells are a work of art and certainly a marvel of mother nature. The Queen conch can live up to 30 years and grow to over a foot in length. They have been over harvested and can no longer be taken from the waters in Florida. Their situation is not quite so desperate here in the Bahamas, but as more juveniles are harvested, they may become endangered here. I think I have eaten my last conch salad. We are near a beach that reportedly has the world’s ...
Watching the dingy races
... sunscreen company and invited us aboard to watch the sunset and have drinks and snacks. He arrived at West End the same day we did and we keep running into him in various anchorages but have never met him. He's doing the great loop with crew members joining him from time to time. He said he'll call us when he gets to Lake Michigan sometime this summer. Tomorrow we head to Man-o-War Cay.
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Hope Town
... can’t wait to see it a second time.
I have lost track of time. A good thing and I believe that might mean we are finally in the relaxed mode. We pulled anchor on Monday and left for Hope Town about 20 miles to the south across the Sea of Abaco. The morning was still with the sun peeking through a few tufts of pink clouds casting a pink light over the water. We hated to break the silence by starting the engine, but we ...
