So towards the end of our journey we’re coming full circle .
We left all the debauchery and mayhem behind us , leaving Green Turtle Cay after a day of rest and reading on my part ( Goddess, my battery was sooo in the red ) , Cindy going out to see Barefoot Man Playing at Nipper’s , both of us happy to be moving on .
We’re at Manjack Cay , I see 3 houses on the hill , a lovely palm beach with a little tiki hut in the water ,a place just as I dreamed of as I envisioned the Bahama’s . The wind is still honking , but we accomplished the perfect anchoring , plopped it right in the middle of a nice sandy spot where it set right away , the Bruce anchor , my favorite trouper out there , only trumped by a shiny stainless delta , the boater’s wife’s diamond ….
So we arrived early afternoon and immediately launched the dinghy to go exploring . Checked out the wrecks and speared 2 grunts - Yoooh !?! - before Barry , the barracuda caught up with us and stopped the fun .
High tide led us dinghy down the slough forever , and when we got back to the boat we where so high as we haven’t been since Double Breasted Cay .We both agreed that it was fun to do the Regatta and all the partying , but this exploring the islands, hunting and chilling is what this trip is all about .
Today we went to the beach , tied up our dinghy to the Tiki hut and followed a trail all across the island to the atlantic shore . Being without our tour guide we didn’t bring no bugspray , so we traveled with quite some speed to leave the moskitos in our wake (Yep , and no beer for the halfwaypoint either , didn’t we learn anything ????).
Oh my goddess, the vista was just breathtaking …
There were those awesome rocks in the surf on the white ,white beach , looking just like The Bath , BVI , except there wasn’t a soul on the beach . So we went skinny-dipping and snorkeled around the rocks teeming with exotic fish , just spectacular . Realizing this was our last chance to inhale the freedom of these untouched islands was quite painful , a little like dying , but we’re soo grateful we had the chance to do this trip …
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving : To reach the port of heaven , we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it... but we must sail, and not drift , nor lie at anchor.
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