Friday morning, the 18th, "Another Shitty Day in Paradise." After grits with Scott's sauce, we got to work, popped beers, and sailed down to Hope Town. Quaint Victorian look, bigger than New Plymouth. We strolled town, met people, looked at the boats, saw the Abaco Rage, which had just won a major sailing race ( Read more... )

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The next day, same routine: listen to weather, to the cruise net, lobster omelet for breakfast. Give Dave hell for falling off the dinghy. I'm due, of course ( Read more... )

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Wednesday was a good day. We took the dinghy around the island to the ocean side, donned our snorkelling gear, and dove the reefs. With spears. I was not a threat with a spear. Dave, however, nailed a lobster in the first five minutes. I was unable to find any. I took photos, cruised the reefs, and tried to get conformable skin diving. I ( Read more... )

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Tuesday morning, the 15th, we woke as always to listen to the weather. In Abaco, there is also a cruise-net. Its like a predecessor to a chatroom. One boat hosts, and for 1.5 hours, people converse about the weather, social events, gossip, whatever. Mark made pancakes. We dinghied to town, and Mark ( Read more... )