Wasting Time Again...

Word has it that one Jimmy Buffet used to spend time on Volleyball Beach. There’s a sign in one of the trees: Margaritaville. I do not vouch for the veracity of this tale, but it’s not a bad place to waste time. That said, it would be nice not to be nailed down in George Town by weather. We are chafing at the bit.

We spent our first night back from Canada at the VB anchorage, but then we heard weather was on the way and moved to a more sheltered anchorage in Kidd Cove. On the way, Boffo did it again. This time, she couldn’t break her painter, so she just pulled the whole damn cleat off the transom. Bad, Boffo. Bad. We circled and collected her. Bad, Boffo.

We sat on Django that evening with all lights out (except, of course, our masthead light since we were at anchor) and watched a series of spectacular thunderstorms hammer their way across the heavens about 20 miles north of us. It is the first time I have seen lightning heading the way it actually goes, from the ground up. The wind picked up dramatically and we watched in awe. We are lucky to have ducked the storms…they are responsible for the meltdown of a lot of expensive electronic equipment on boats.

When we awoke in the morning, the wind was still strong and had come around 180 degrees. We were getting a very good view of the waves smashing against the unforgiving rocks of the Great Exuma coast. We agreed to move from our Kidd Cove anchorage back to the one off Volleyball Beach.

Once there, we spent a quiet day. WW probably fixed something. He does that a lot. Then we prepared to go out to dinner (galley slave’s night off). That was when we discovered the third crew member (TCM) had been at it again.

I don’t think I’ve told you about the TCM. WW recently recruited him/her. That’s the one who breaks the painter, pulls out cleats and…oh dear oh dear…puts a piece of paper towel down the head. Bad, TCM. Bad. WW was seriously Not Pleased.

We went into the St. Francis Yacht Club (not far from the Chat ‘n’ Chill) for dinner. It was pleasant enough, but the fish was frozen, not fresh, which was disappointing, and WW was looking forward to a day of dismantling the head…not conducive to dining pleasure.