We headed out not so early from Great Harbour. We made a water run, packed the boat, and the kids wanted some pink sand to bring home, so we headed to the beach one more time.
After a quick gathering of sand, the boys put up a boat sticker and we decided to make a quick stop at Spanish Wells on the way out for lunch. We easily made the passage through the western side of devil's backbone, and saw a monster yacht with a helicopter on the back.
The burgers at Spanish wells were huge. We enjoyed the stop which is the start of most boats heading south to the exumas (maybe next year). For us it was getting late and we needed to head out to get some ground on our 70+ mile journey to Great Harbour Cay. We had some nice rollers but were heading the same direction, so it was an easy day. We stopped twice to fish the birds with no luck.
We arrived late evening to GHC. The cut going through entrance seemed hard to find at first. Pulling up to our "Boatel" we were excited to get some space again after what seemed to be confined quarters at Valentines. We had plenty of space, but we felt like we were in a time machine. Everything felt straight out of the 70s. We walked around to find some food as we didn't feel like cooking our last couple nights. We walked by the destroyed bar that looked as if it had seem some partying times in its heyday.
As we started unpacking, Gillian and John found a new friend. John wanted to name it Turtle.
We found some Bahamian's cooking ribs and steak and were set for the night. We also spent some time tracking down Kenny who was said to be the best guide on the island. Being new to GHC and with limited time, we wanted a guide to show us the ropes and save us some time on our next day's adventure. When we checked into our boatel, it was cash only (which we weren't prepared for). That ate through the remainder of our stash. We didn't have enough cash for a guide, so Kenny offered to drive me to the ATM. As we pulled out Chip thought he was either going to be killed or back with some cash! Not sure why as the Bahamians on GHC have been the most friendly so far. Chip headed out with a very large Kenny to the ATM. The ATM didn't work, and Kenny was nice enough to offer some cash if we needed some to make it through the night. Fortunately we were good on that front. Kemny was already booked for the next day so he and Chip stopped at a couple of the locals homes to see who would be available. The size of their homes made the 70s Boatel seem awesome. We dropped off one of Kenny's nephews who was walking home from town and then returned home with Kenny's promise he would stop in the morning and figure out the cash situation.
We were done for the night and eagerly looking forward to our last full day of fun.
After a quick gathering of sand, the boys put up a boat sticker and we decided to make a quick stop at Spanish Wells on the way out for lunch. We easily made the passage through the western side of devil's backbone, and saw a monster yacht with a helicopter on the back.
The burgers at Spanish wells were huge. We enjoyed the stop which is the start of most boats heading south to the exumas (maybe next year). For us it was getting late and we needed to head out to get some ground on our 70+ mile journey to Great Harbour Cay. We had some nice rollers but were heading the same direction, so it was an easy day. We stopped twice to fish the birds with no luck.
We arrived late evening to GHC. The cut going through entrance seemed hard to find at first. Pulling up to our "Boatel" we were excited to get some space again after what seemed to be confined quarters at Valentines. We had plenty of space, but we felt like we were in a time machine. Everything felt straight out of the 70s. We walked around to find some food as we didn't feel like cooking our last couple nights. We walked by the destroyed bar that looked as if it had seem some partying times in its heyday.
As we started unpacking, Gillian and John found a new friend. John wanted to name it Turtle.
We found some Bahamian's cooking ribs and steak and were set for the night. We also spent some time tracking down Kenny who was said to be the best guide on the island. Being new to GHC and with limited time, we wanted a guide to show us the ropes and save us some time on our next day's adventure. When we checked into our boatel, it was cash only (which we weren't prepared for). That ate through the remainder of our stash. We didn't have enough cash for a guide, so Kenny offered to drive me to the ATM. As we pulled out Chip thought he was either going to be killed or back with some cash! Not sure why as the Bahamians on GHC have been the most friendly so far. Chip headed out with a very large Kenny to the ATM. The ATM didn't work, and Kenny was nice enough to offer some cash if we needed some to make it through the night. Fortunately we were good on that front. Kemny was already booked for the next day so he and Chip stopped at a couple of the locals homes to see who would be available. The size of their homes made the 70s Boatel seem awesome. We dropped off one of Kenny's nephews who was walking home from town and then returned home with Kenny's promise he would stop in the morning and figure out the cash situation.
We were done for the night and eagerly looking forward to our last full day of fun.
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