Showing posts with label Bahamas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bahamas. Show all posts

Friday, 3 April 2015

Goodbye Georgetown, Hello Ragged Islands & Great Inagua (Bahamas)...


As it has been over two months since updating the blog, I will do date and picture entries… during this time we sailed from Georgetown Bahamas, down the Ragged Islands, to Great Inagua - stopping at many Cays along the way.  This is just a brief snapshot of the time...

29 January 2015

 We had met Annie and Daryl (No Rehearsal) in Grenada - our paths had crossed many times along the way, so we couldn't leave Georgetown without Celebrating Annies birthday - we had a lovely dinner/party, I made Annie a Birthday Cake and along with Brett & Teresa and another couple we had a lovely evening - we knew it would be goodbye to our friends Annie and Daryl - we knew it would be some time until our paths cross again...

The next morning along with Seismic Wave, we up anchored and left Georgetown.

3 February 2015

Sausages and Marshmellows on the beach at Flamingo Cay


9 February 2015

Johnston Cay is beautiful...


however, the windward side shows another story - no matter where we go there is rubbish...


14 February 2015

We anchored out at Matthewtown, taking the dinghy ashore, this is the entry…
3 sunken boats...

and on we sailed...

Monday, 26 January 2015

Life Aboard "Our Rose", written by Michael Langlois

For those of you who’ve been following the story of Our Rose but have not spent time aboard, I am here as a recent stowaway to tell you that Richard and Jen are, in spite of all the sunny prognostications on their blog and the myriad photos of smiling happy people in exotic foreign locales, truly suffering. 
How can that be, you’re all undoubtedly asking yourselves? 

All we’ve ever heard about is how fantastically outfitted the boat is, with every possible modern convenience, from an unlimited supply of fresh water and state of the art navigation system, a navigation system moreover that takes the boat from point A to point B with nary a lifting of the proverbial finger, unless, of course, that finger is Jen’s middle one, which she uses to great affect as various speedboats cruise by her home at full throttle tossing up a terrific wake, entirely oblivious of her finger or their own behaviour. 

And as for Richard, well, I don’t want to alarm those of you Kiwi’s out there who were smart enough to stay home to watch the America’s Cup on TV, but Richard doesn’t even know what day of the week it is half the time. His days are consumed by the number of hours he’s counting down before he needs to service his generator or replace the fuel filter on his dinghy. Sad. All terribly sad. 

Thankfully, I came aboard just in time to alert them as to how dire things had gotten and while I was there we did manage to get out of the “house” for a few excursions. 

We saw pigs swimming in the ocean then shortly thereafter heard the following on the radio from Staniel Cay in the Bahamas. “Attention boaters, it has come to our attention that some visitors are allowing our beloved pigs to swim too far from shore. We all love our swimming pigs and while they can swim, they are not Michael Phelps. Please stay close to shore if you go there to feed them.” This is the kind of high sea’s adventure Richard and Jen have gotten themselves into. Ten-dollar Bahamian loaves of bread and warnings about swimming pigs getting too much exercise. Hardly Pirates of the Caribbean, if you get my drift. 

In spite of the many onerous responsibilities that come with a lifestyle defined by bottomless glasses of Chardonnay and lobster on the half shell, life aboard Our Rose is at once more thrilling and more prosaic than one might imagine. 

Rising at his leisure, i.e., sometime around dawn, Richard typically spends his mornings poring over nautical charts before cooking breakfast, a meal that veers between cooked apples and yoghurt or canned spaghetti over raisin-bread toast with a spoonful of jam on top. Yes! I know it’s shocking, but a dollop of jam atop spaghetti on top of toast is apparently a New Zealand delicacy, alongside French fries dipped in vanilla ice-cream! or so Jen and Richard told me. 

But what the hell do I know? I’m American and I was only in New Zealand once and all I remember was the sheep and the nuclear powered sunshine. 

After a typical New Zealand breakfast we practiced our New Zealand vocabulary. Dick=Deck. Sex=Seven minus One. Cuds=Children. Fitter-cheney=Type of Pasta. Once I figured out what the hell Richard and Jen were saying to me, we generally discussed what the dinner menu might be (Fush or Chuckin) and once those life and death issues had been attended to Richard and I set off in the dinghy in search of lobsters. (Free food being something sailors, rich or poor, seem unable to resist.) Jen, meanwhile, spent most of her days depleting the world’s supply of household cleansers and scrubbing every inch of Our Rose to a state that would be the envy of any Swiss-German. Once the boat was sanitized and the laundry had been washed and hung out to dry, Jen set about concocting the evenings repast, a meal staggering in its ambition and execution. 

Entertaining and figuring out how much or how little to drink is, admittedly, the focus of life aboard any sailing vessel and Our Rose is no exception. 

And so, after 12 days aboard Our Rose, 
I lift Jen and Richard flew back to Miami on an earplane for some much needed wrist.  



Friday, 23 January 2015

The Bahamas Revisited...

It was beautiful arriving back in the crystal "bombay sapphire" clear water of the Bahamas.

The sunsets continue to be beautiful…


This outdoor chirstmas tree was at Spanish Wells,


We met a local man while taking photos of the Christmas lights, who took us down some back streets to the most wonderful light display in the tiny town of Spanish Wells…


We arrived into the Abacos and made our way down to Hopetoun.
Christmas day was a lovely day together, enjoying champagne and a very long lunch.

We met a lovely couple, John and Terri from Canada, 


who we enjoyed time with both on Christmas Eve and Boxing Day.

We went to the "famous" Sunday Pork Roast at Nippers at Fishers Bay


We slowly made our way down the Abacos, arriving at Royal Island Eleuthera 
where we said goodbye to 2014 and hello 2015

On 10th January, Michael arrived at Staniel Cay from Miami, joining us on Our Rose and flying out from George Town on the 22nd
(unfortunately Rebecca couldn't make this trip)…

We visited the swimming pigs at Staniel Cay…


We enjoyed lots of snorkelling,


at Marine Parks…



and also at Statues…

Michael playing the underwater piano with mermaid at hand
and Plane Wrecks…



Lots of Food and Wine (think our livers are having a huge workout!)


S/V Kairos also joined us during this time from Staniel Cay to Georgetown…


we caught up with Teresa and Brett, and also Annie and Daryl from No Rehearsal for a fire and Marshmellows at the beach (and the odd glass of wine or two)...


These blow-holes were amazing…



So you think Michael is fit (or what)???



It was lovely having Michael join us and look forward to our next visit!

We are now heading down through the Ragged Islands to Cuba and our internet will not be accessible, so the next update will be some time... until then lots of love to all our friends and family 

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Goodbye Bahamas, Hello USA...





We up-anchored at 05:15 
and headed off 
up the NW Passage
and Across the “Bahama Bank” 
heading to Cat Cay.  


It was a lovely sunrise, with a crystal clear and calm day. 


This beautiful whale passing us on the way.


You could see the bottom all the way
(however this beautiful day meant no sailing)


Richard (for the first time) put up the hammockand read a book while we were motoring.


We had been told that LPG fills in the USA are difficult with our fittings,
Therefore we found you could fill in North Bimini, so we headed there to do this.
We anchored outside the island as it was still lovely and calm.

The guy who fills the LPG hangs out in the Liquor Store (airconditioned & beer!)
He take us to his truck, drives us down the road, and here is the filling area…
Gorgeous picturesque spot at the end of the point – no safety goggles, no health & safety standards here, just fill the bottle – AWESOME!


 Time to say goodbye to the Bahamas (for now)… up early and motor sailed to Fort Lauderdale, crossing the much talked about Gulf Stream..  Our first sight of Florida


Heading to the entrance of the port was laned on our Chart-plotter like a highway


Boats everywhere!  In front – Behind – Everywhere



Heading through the first of many bridges to come…


Made it around to Lake Sylvia, passing some amazing homes, with their boats out front.  
All these small boats are anchored, with people standing in the water partying.   


We then anchored, then headed ashore to go and see customs/immigration.
They state on their website that you need to phone – so I had phoned the day before and after trying many times had ended up on hold for a time of 2 hours – eventually giving up (and running out of both phone and data time).

The taxi driver found where we had to go, after a couple of false starts.
I went in to check if it was the right place and the customs officer said
“Where”s your number?”
I explained about the phone issue the day before and he said
“Not my problem – phone the number”
I explained about not having money on the phone, he said
“Not my problem.  How long have you been in the States”
I replied, “we just anchored and have come here immediately”
“Lucky he says, as I could deport you – get the number”
I went back to the taxi, a little uptight and explained to Richard what had happened.
The lovely taxi driver said “here, use my phone and see what you can do”
So, to cut a long story short, it got answered immediately and we received
“The Number” and cleared into the US of A.

The next morning we decided to do a reconnaissance trip in the dinghy to check out where we needed to go to get to Lauderdale Marina, where we were due to go Monday.  It is 3 ½ miles along the canal system.  We came across this 250ft plus “Superyacht” on the way, being piloted by 2 pilot boats – oh boy, our trip the next day was going to be interesting!

The phone rang and it was our friends Ashley, Graeme and Jack.  They have been such a wonderful help to us before our arrival here with advice on contractors.  So, we went around to their place for coffees and to meet gorgeous Jack (just over a year old) – Photo will follow when we get one.

You cannot start the trip to the Marina until after 0900, therefore we were ready to go – Richard did an awesome job helming our way there, having to sit at idle and give way at times
Radioing ahead to get the bridges to open and monitoring other traffic on the canal, working out who would give way.
It was certainly an experience…




Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Exumas and Beyond...

Arriving at Staniel Cay, we were greeted with these Nurse Sharks and Sting Rays at the wharf...


Later in the afternoon, we went snorkeling at Thunderball Grotto 
location from the 1964 James Bond movie...


 Swimming Pigs came out to greet us at Big Majors Spot,

We quickly jumped out of the dinghy when they were trying to climb in, 
Richard taking food ashore for them...

Pirates Beach was a lovely location - BBQ, finishing with Marshmellows...


Wardwick Wells is a marine park, therefore a no fishing and no take zone...
When snorkelling we saw "huge" crayfish and stingray...  
Unfortunately the Go Pro photos were not good enough to put on the blog!

Walking on the island, the views are beautiful...

It is tragic to know that consuming plastic garbage killed this 52 foot sperm whale.

However, it is not surprising, considering every beautiful place we go we are also greeted with a unbelievable amount of rubbish...  even in the most remote places - it is tragic!


 From Normans Cay we dinghy'd around to "One Palm Tree Island" (named by us)
 a small island of sand, (with the one palm tree) and one seat!

Normans Cay is an island renowned from the 70's and early 80's for drug smuggling.  The DEA set up on nearby Cays and were able to get enough evidence to indict and imprison Calos Lehder.
Nearby is this DC3, from those drug smuggling days...

At Allens Cay, we dinghy'd over to see the Iguanas, counting 18 on the beach 
- scary prehistoric looking creatures!

Highbourne Cay was the next spot for lots of Nurse Sharks!


 The bus service was probably not something to rely on...

We went out for a goodbye dinner with Teresa and Brett 
who had organised a (month early) Happy Birthday for Richard...

The next morning, Teresa and Brett up anchored as the sun was rising 
and headed East as we were heading West


We then had a lovely sail over to New Providence, leaving the Exumas.  
We hired a rental car and drove the island, visiting Nassau, and the John Watkins Rum Distillery