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Luperon – Settling in

Luperon Bay – our home for the season

We dropped anchor in the harbor at Luperon on June 9th.   We really didn’t know what to expect other than we had read somewhere you wait on the boat for the officials to show up.  The way it actually works is that either Papo or Handy Andy will come by and offer their services.  They can get you everything from water, laundry, fuel or a mooring ball.  While it is possible to anchor out, we had planned to take a mooring ball since we’ll be here for the next five to six months. Papo showed up first so we agreed to take one of his mooring balls.  The mooring fee for our boat was $60 per month but since we paid for five months up front, we got a discount – 5 months for $250 US.  We pulled our anchor and followed Papo’s boat through the mooring field to what will be our new home.  Attaching to the mooring went smoothly and we were set.  Papo also informed us that we had to go into town to check in.  So, we lowered the dinghy and headed into town.  There are two dinghy docks, Puerto Blanca marina and the government dock.  To check in, you tie up near the government dock then walk toward town.  You have to check in with Customs, Immigration, the Dept of Agriculture and the Comandante.   Customs, Immigration and Agriculture are all together as you get into town with the Comandante up the hill.  If you don’t speak Spanish, you may want to download Google Translate on your phone before starting this process.  Everyone was very kind and helpful, and we were soon legally in the country.

Dinghy dock
The walk to town
Sun setting behind the mountains

My first impression of Luperon is that it is very poor by American standards.  This made me a little nervous.  In the States, the unfortunate truth is that high poverty usually equals high crime.  We’ve discovered this isn’t the case here in Luperon.  Don’t get me wrong, there is crime here, but we haven’t seen it.  We’re still careful and never flash a lot of cash, we lock our dinghy when we leave it at the dock and raise it on the davits at night.

The first house we see

My second impression of Luperon is how hardworking, helpful and friendly the locals are.  We’ve since learned there isn’t a welfare system here, so everyone has to be self-supporting.  Families and neighbors take care of one another, especially their elderly.  When you walk down the street, everyone smiles and says hola (hello).  As Americans, we could learn a lot from these folks.

Local store

My third was this is the craziest bunch of drivers we’ve ever seen!!!  If there is even one stop sign in Luperon, I’ve yet to see it.  There are cars and trucks here, but most people ride motorcycles.  They carry the entire family plus belongings on these bikes.  We’ve seen four people on one bike, people with infants, people with pets, people with boards, propane bottles, milk cans, even a mattress!  There are motorcycle taxis (moto taxi).  We watched a guy with a baby pay the moto taxi driver then hand him the child.  The driver sat the child in front of him and took off.  I guess you can have your kid dropped off somewhere if you want.  We heard there may be a helmet law but around here no one wears them.

Delivering plantains

As we found our way around town and meet people, we discovered an active social life with the cruisers and ex-pats.  There is something scheduled most evenings including movie nights, karaoke, poker and happy hours as well as free yoga three mornings a week.  Some of the folks get together and go out for day sails or group motorcycle rides. 

Ready to yoga?
Independence Day cruiser party

We spend a lot of time walking around town and checking everything out.  There are lots of little local stores that appear to be a room in someone’s house that sell just a few items.  There are also a couple of grocery stores, a butcher, an ice cream shop, clinic and pharmacy, cell phone stores, clothing stores and numerous variety stores.

local store
Our favorite local store
Butcher shop
We found ice cream!

There are nice houses and not so nice houses.  Since most houses don’t have air conditioning, as you walk down the street doors and windows are open and you see directly into people’s homes. 

The people here, for the most part, keep their houses very clean but don’t seem to see a problem with throwing trash on the ground.  Unfortunately, there is plastic everywhere.  They do sweep up in front of their home or business once a week when the trash truck comes by but otherwise it stays there until the wind blows it somewhere else.

Luperon allyway

The children here are absolutely beautiful.  So friendly and full of life!

Happy kids
Everybody rides

This area has been in a drought so feeding and watering livestock has been a problem.  We’re told people have turned their animals loose to find food so there are cows, sheep and horses that roam the streets.  Russell teases me about all the cow pictures I have.  I’m just now beginning to get used to watching them walk by as I sit drinking my beer.

just a stroll through town
Another cow pic
just go around him

Walking around town isn’t an issue (other than being hot and dodging traffic and animal poo) but in order to see the country you either have to rent a car (with or without a driver) or buy or rent a motorcycle.  We decided to purchase a couple of used bikes.  We bought two Gato 200’s for a total cost of around $1300 US including the transfer paperwork.  Cost for insurance was 600 pesos ($12) per bike per year.  Not sure what this would cover but we were told it was very important to have!

We have wheels

Riding our motorcycles in town or in the outlying areas hasn’t been too bad even with the crazy traffic and the numerous speed bumps.  We’ve taken a few rides to the beach, a resort and the Columbus museum in La Isabella.

Columbus settlement site
Fricolandia resort

We decided for trips to the bigger towns we would get a car and driver.  Having a driver means when there’s a car passing on the left and a motorcycle on the right as you come into a curve with oncoming traffic you can just close your eyes and hold on!  Believe me, it happens.

So far, we’ve hired a local guy, Nino, twice to take us into Puerto Plata for things we can’t buy here in Luperon.  Cost is $40 US for the day and you can normally find another cruiser who needs to go so you can split the cost with them. 

Now that we feel more settled in, we’re planning to get out into the countryside more.  There are beaches, waterfalls and a boarder market to explore in our future!

Mayaguana to Luperon – last leg before settling in for hurricane season

The anchorage at Abraham’s Bay was a little choppy but protected from large swells by the reef.  It is also absolutely beautiful and we were the only boat there!  The water is shallow and very clear.  We didn’t see a lot of sea life except for a few rays and some large barracuda which hung out by the boat and followed us around when we went swimming.

After a couple of days, another boat came into the anchorage.  Russell recognized the boat Adrenaline from following their YouTube channel Tula’s Endless Summer.   The next day we stopped by to say hello and met Billy, Sierra and their dog Jetty.

We heard if you were going to Turks and Caicos, it wasn’t necessary to check out of the Bahamas but if going directly to the DR it was.  Even though we planned to stop at Turks and Caicos, we wanted to check out anyway just in case. 

That meant going ashore, which proved to be a bit interesting.  The approach to the dock is very shallow with a line of markers to follow in.  There isn’t anything to indicate which side of these markers you should be on, but it doesn’t really matter because at low tide you’re probably going to bump bottom anyway.


Abraham’s Settlement is a very small community on the island.  The people were all very friendly but conducting any kind of business there was quite different from what we’re used to.   Our first stop was the Administration building to try to check out.  We were told that unfortunately they wouldn’t be able to help us because they were out of forms and didn’t know when they would have any.  We were instructed to walk down to the police station and they would write us a note. Uhhh, what?? 

So, the next morning we took our cruising permit down to the police station and they very kindly stamped the back and signed off that we were checking out.  We later checked into Turks and Caicos without any issues. 

Police station

There isn’t much available in Abraham’s Settlement but we did find a grocery store.  We were disappointed that the bar next door didn’t really open at 4 pm, even though that’s what the sign said, so no cold beer for us.

Grocery store

There’s a small park near the dinghy dock with lots of palm trees where we had a blast collecting coconuts.

That’s determination!

The next day we saw another boat coming into the anchorage.  From a distance, it appeared to be a motor cat but as it got closer, we could tell it was a sailing catamaran that had been dismasted.  Russell went over and introduced himself to Florence and Philippe, a French couple, on sailing vessel Kermotu.  He found out their mast had come down near Devil’s Point and they had to cut away their rigging using a hacksaw to avoid additional damage to the hull of their boat.  All of their rigging was lost at sea.

They had decided to try to make it back to Saint Martin for repairs and we agreed to stay with them as far as Providenciales (Provo) since they had very limited radio, radar and AIS signal.  We gave them ten gallons of diesel so they would have enough fuel and they repaid us with a bottle of French wine (score for us!).

Enjoying a glass at anchor

It’s best to navigate into Provo in the early morning so our original plan had been to leave Mayaguana around 5 pm and sail overnight.  Since Philippe wanted to allow extra time in case he had any issues, we pulled anchor and headed out around 2 pm.  We spent the next eleven hours following along and behind their starboard (right) side keeping about a ½ mile distance between us.  We made it to the Sandbore Channel Cut around 1 am.  We were approached by an official boat who radioed us asking where we were going, where we had come from, how many aboard, etc.  Since we have a rule not to navigate into any unknown anchorage after dark, we answered all of their questions and let them know we would stay out on the bank until daylight.  Kermotu chose to go on into the anchorage.

Following Kermotu

At daybreak we headed for Sappadillo Bay and anchored near Kermotu.  Later that morning they passed by to thank us again and let us know they were heading out after topping off their fuel.  I’ve since had a few emails from them and at this time all is well and they’re still making their way down the islands to Saint Martin.

Since we needed to check in, we started looking for the dinghy dock that was shown on our map.  It didn’t seem to be there any longer.  Another boat had come into the anchorage, so we decided to see if they were familiar with the area.  That was when we met Dale and his crewmember, Kris, on Sixth Girl.  We had actually heard of Dale since he was one of moderators for the cruiser’s net in George Town but we had never met him.  It was his first time to Provo as well, so we ended up just beaching the dinghies near the government dock and were able to find the correct building.  Once we checked in, Russell and I walked up the beach and had a drink, or maybe two.  Unfortunately, there weren’t any grocery stores or really anything else of interest within walking distance, so we headed back to the boat.  That evening, we had drinks on Sixth Girl with Dale and Kris who were leaving the next day.

We spent one more day at Provo then headed to South Caicos.  Winds were light so we motored the entire way.  Coming into South Caicos is a contrast.  Crystal water with beautiful rocky islands to one side and a resort overlooking the water on the other.  However, once you get around and into the anchorage at Cockburn Harbor you see a sunken boats, dilapidated buildings and poverty. 

South Caicos
also South Caicos

We needed to check out, so we went ashore looking for Customs and Immigration.  They were closed but a helpful gentleman directed us to the grocery store.  Seems they call the officials who bring the forms to you there.  Half of our paperwork was completed on top of the freezer in the store and the other half through a car window. 

After we took care of our paperwork, we stopped at a local restaurant for dinner and then walked around the town.  Seems to be a very poor area but everyone was friendly and helpful, and we felt perfectly safe.

In the category of ‘it’s a small world’, there was another sailor doing his paperwork at the grocery store the same time as us.  Turns out he grew up near where we lived and his father worked for the same company I did.  Who would have thought we’d run into someone from our area of Louisiana on this little island?

Weather windows to get to Luperon were getting fewer and farther between so when it looked as though we had one the next day we had to take it, even though we would have liked to stay longer on South Caicos.

We pulled anchor at 10 am and motored out to very little wind and a flat calm sea.   While I’m always grateful for calm seas, this was actually getting pretty boring after a few hours.  We hadn’t seen any other vessels, fish, turtles or anything else all day. 

Around 2 pm I had just told Russell I wished we would see some dolphins or something when we saw some dark spots in the distance.  As we got closer, we could see dorsal fins.  We think they were some type of whale.  It was a pod of around a dozen and they were just hanging out there motionless until we got closer.  Then they dove and disappeared from sight.  I’m the worlds worst photographer and was so busy looking at them I forgot to try to get any pictures.   By the time they came back to the surface we were too far away to get a shot.

We finally got some wind and were able to raise the sails around 4:30 in the afternoon.  About a half hour later something hit the bait we had been trolling.  Russell grabbed the pole and I let out the sails to slow us down while he fought the fish.  It was a really big, beautiful mahi-mahi.  I didn’t want a repeat of my earlier mistake, so I grabbed my camera.  Luckily I did because after a long fight, and just before he gaffed it, the darn thing got off the line.  At least this time we had pictures!

The fight is on!
The one that got away

Around dusk, the wind and waves picked up so Russell took down all of the sails except the main and started the motor.  We saw a barge being towed a few miles off which we made sure to avoid.  We also saw a sailboat light in the distance in front of us and Russell mentioned that he thought it could be Sixth Girl. 

By 3 am we were near enough to the coast of Hispaniola to notice an earthy smell.  We slowed down and tacked a couple of times to kill time until daybreak.  At daylight Russell took down the main sail, we started going into Luperon and there was Sixth Girl in front of us. They had left South Caicos a day before us but made a stop at Big Sand Cay. 

The entrance into Luperon is clearly marked but there were fish traps in the channel that we had to avoid.  Just one more reason we never try to enter an anchorage in the dark!  Sixth Girl, Ddraig and a third boat, Kraken, who was behind us, all made it in safely. 

Entering Luperon

At 7:15 am, we dropped anchor at what will be our home for the next few months while we wait out hurricane season.

George Town to Mayaguana – The scariest voyage yet

We left George Town early in the morning of May 28th for a day sail to Conception Island.  Conception is uninhabited and protected as part of the Conception Island National Park and is absolutely beautiful.  We dropped anchor in the afternoon with only one other boat in the anchorage.  We went for a snorkel and walk on the beach before sunset.  There wasn’t a lot of coral where we snorkeled but we did see a number of schools of fish.  We only spent one night there before we headed out for the next leg.  We had a few options for our next stop but were really hoping to make it to Mayaguana. 

Beautiful white sand and blue water of Conception

Unfortunately, the winds and waves weren’t cooperating so after tacking back and forth a number of times we decided to overnight at San Salvador.  We anchored off Cockburn Town for the night.  There are numerous dive sites in the area.  We saw a couple of dive boats but we were the only boat in the anchorage for the night.  Unfortunately, for me the most memorable thing about our stop there was the flies that took up residence in our boat.  There were hundreds of them!  It took a few days and much slapping with fly swatters to get rid of them all.

Sailing off the anchor at San Salvador

The next afternoon, we again headed out for Mayaguana.  Since there wasn’t anything around to hit, we decided to practice sailing off the anchor and were able to carry it off without any issues.  The first part of this trip started off with some pretty good sailing and the next morning Russell caught a big wahoo which was definitely a highlight of the trip!!

Wahoo, that’s what’s for dinner

Throughout the day, the winds died and we were motor sailing with the main and stay sail and having to tack back and forth fighting a current to try to make any headway in the Mayaguana Passage.  Around 1 am Russell woke me up because the winds and seas had picked up and he had decided to take down the main sail.

I was at the helm and had slowed our forward speed while he went up on deck to take down the sail.  That’s when IT happened.  I heard a yell and he was gone.  He was overboard.  This has to be one of the top five concerns for any sailor, to either go over or to lose a person overboard especially in the dark and in eight to ten foot seas.

Thankfully, because he was clipped in, he was able to get back onto the boat without injury. 

This was such a big event we wrote about it from each of our perspectives – see “Overboard” below.

After this, we were finally able to motor through the pass, around Devils Point and enter through the reefs to Mayaguana.  We dropped anchor in the protected bay at Abrahams Settlement grateful to be alive, well and together.

Behind the protection of the reef at Mayaguana


11:00 PM (5/31/19) My watch was to begin at midnight, but Janice awoke me early as we were approaching the Plana Cays and needed to tack to starboard. I wanted to be on watch for this maneuver and to pilot us through the pass knowing that the wind, waves, and current would be against us and it would be a rough ride. We tacked the boat to starboard and headed on a northeast course which would carry us back out to sea but also give the boat a better angle through the pass. Soon Janice was fast asleep on the aft deck on the bean bag, I didn’t awake her and went on deck and raised the “baby sail” (Staysail) to get a bit more boat speed from the wind. The ride was a bit more comfortable on this heading which put  the wind and seas a bit behind us and about six miles out I tacked back toward the Mayaguana Passage, but as I got closer to the pass the wind picked up beyond 20 kts with very rough sea conditions. The winds and current were pushing us onto the rock shoals east of the island, so I again decide to tack back out to sea to gain even more distance and angle for this now quite challenging pass.

1:00 AM (6/1/19) I decided to pull down the main sail and only leave up the Staysail feeling that the main may be contributing to slowing our speed through the pass and I felt that the Staysail is better at clawing its way to windward. This time I woke Janice up for the sail change, she took the helm and we slowed the boat speed down a bit, and I set the autopilot to hold the boat at an angle slightly off the wind. I felt this would let the sail down and allow me to bundle it up and tie it to the boom. I remember Janice asking me if I needed a light as this was one of the darkest nights that I had seen. No moon and cloudy skies made the sea and sky seem together as one. I told her no light, my eyes had adjusted to the dark and I didn’t want the glare.

I clipped the lanyard to my harness and clipped the other end to one of the jacklines that we have run along the sides of the forward deck. This flat webbing safety line is designed to keep you tied to the boat only, not to prevent a “Man Overboard” situation.

I went up front, climbed up onto the deck box as I have done many times before, however this time it was really rough. I untied the halyard from the cleat and started pulling down on the sail, it wasn’t coming so I used my right hand to pull up on one end of the line and my left hand to pull down the sail. The sail was now slowly coming down, but the wind was whipping the now loose sail in all directions with a deafening loud popping and rustling sound and the boat was bashing into the waves with water now rushing over the foredeck.

Then it happened! The boat went up, I went up higher, the boat jumped sideways, and I was in the water, no longer on the boat. The water was a shock, it happened in an instant, I screamed something like “Help, Shit, Janice” all in one word. I knew that I had to get her attention over all the noise of the wind, loose popping sails, waves, and the engine.

I was still holding the loose end of the halyard when I hit the water however it pulled the sail back up the mast the now approximately ten feet that I fell. I knew that I only had one chance to get back on that boat, one chance to claw, scratch, and climb up that six foot wall of a boat and over the railing to safety or be dragged until I either drowned or the snap shackle holding me attached popped loose and I would be lost at sea over 6,000 ft of water.

 One chance was all that I had in me, if I didn’t make it one the first attempt, I was sure that I would be weaker on the second, third, and eventually my last try.

 I’m not sure how it happened, maybe the boat came down into a trough, or a wave hit us on the side, but I was able to pull myself up just enough to get a foothold on a small ledge (rub rail) on the side of the boat and then I was able to crawl up and over the railing.

 I did it, I knew that I had defied the odds, I sat there for a moment then got up to head back to the cockpit. Janice did hear me and was working towards stopping the boat and getting the boat ladder from the coach roof to assist me.

 When I got it together and rested a bit I returned up on deck and finished getting the sail down and lashed to the boom. We tacked back towards the Mayaguana Passage and this time we made it through. Just as dawn was approaching, we got close enough to Mayaguana Island to hug the coast for a smooth hour or so till we rounded Devil’s Point on the Northeast corner of the Island and headed into our anchorage.

man overboard location circled on chart

From the viewpoint of the person left on board

When Russell woke me up and told me he needed to take down the main I was concerned.  The seas were really kicking up and the boat was pitching badly.  I remember asking him if he could just take down the staysail and loosen the main but he felt it really needed to come down.  I throttled back so our forward speed was only about 3.5 knots and watched him clip in before going forward. 

It was very dark and once the main sail started coming down it was flapping around and blocking what little view I had of him.  I knew he was in trouble when I heard him yell but I wasn’t sure if he had fallen onto the deck or had actually gone over.  I was clipped onto the captain’s seat with our six foot tether which only allowed me to go to the side but not forward.  I remember standing there yelling his name but realizing he was gone. 

I ran back and throttled down completely to try and stop our forward speed.  My mind was running in circles.  Where is the spotlight?  Is he still attached to the boat?  Am I dragging him, drowning him?  How the hell can I get him back aboard.  Can I drop the dinghy so he can climb into it?  I’m just going to start going in bigger and bigger circles until I find him.  I don’t think I ever allowed myself to think I wouldn’t find him.

Because we no longer had any forward speed the auto pilot was beeping and flashing an alarm which just added one more layer to the confusion.  I chose to ignore it.

I went back to the side and was yelling his name again when I saw his body come up over the side.  All he said was “I’m here” then “just give me a minute”.  I can’t explain the helplessness I felt when I couldn’t see him or the relief I felt when I saw he was back aboard.  There are just no words but I still get emotional just trying to write this.

Of course, the seas were still tossing us around and the main was flapping and slapping so neither one of us really had time right then to relax.  I had to get us moving again and back on course and he had to finish dealing with the sails.  When he finally came back to the cockpit we both just sat there side by side in a state of shock for a few minutes.


We sat down and discussed what happened, what we had done correctly and what we could do better. 

The number one main thing that saved him was the fact that he was tethered to the boat.  Secondly, he woke me up before going forward.  Without those two factors, he would have gone into the water and the boat would have kept going, leaving him in its wake without me realizing it until I woke up sometime later, having no idea where he fell off. 

The third thing was the type of life jacket he was wearing.  When we were purchasing our offshore life vests, we debated whether to buy the auto inflating or manual vests.  Auto inflating is just that, it inflates when it hits water.  That’s a lifesaver if you’re unconscious but can restrict movement if you are awake and trying to get back aboard.  The manual ones have a pull cord to activate.   We ultimately decided on getting the manual vests.  If he had been wearing an auto inflating vest, he probably would not have been able to climb back aboard without help.

There were also a few things we felt we could have done better.  Number one was changing his tether point so it is too short for him to go overboard but still allow him to maneuver around the entire deck.  The answer is that now when he goes forward to raise or lower the main sail is to add a second tether that he will clip to a point closer to the center of the boat.  Additionally, we will now keep the spotlight in the cockpit on overnight passages so it’s within reach instead of having to go down into the boat if it’s needed.

For prospective – where he was standing before he flew overboard

The cruising life is not without danger, but neither is driving down the interstate at home.  We try to discuss and plan for situations and when things arise, we try to learn and use what we learned to become better and safer sailors.  The other option would be to go home.  We choose to avoid the interstate and keep sailing!

George Town – A cruisers haven

We dropped anchor just off Monument Beach and spent the afternoon relaxing after our eventful trip over.  There’s a saying that cruising is fixing or repairing your boat in exotic places, so that was the next order of business.  Russell determined that our voltage regulator had gone out so he replaced it with the spare one we had on board.  This solved the problem of our engine not charging the batteries.  He was also able to fix the lifeline.

The next few days were spent exploring the town, supporting the local establishments, doing laundry, grocery shopping, snorkeling (me) and spearfishing (Russell).    We were a little disappointed to find the laundry was only that and not also a bar like we found on Staniel Cay.  Doing our laundry wasn’t quite as much fun.  George Town also has a couple of well stocked grocery stores, a number of liquor stores and a very interesting hardware/general store.  Unfortunately, we weren’t able to replace his prescription glasses so he’ll have to rely on cheaters until the Dominican Republic.

It’s what’s for dinner!
Exploring the town

We learned a lot about cruising being a lifestyle option by watching videos put out by people already doing it.  One such couple is Paul and Sheryl Shard on Distant Shores.  They’ve sailed all over the world and documented their travels with a television and video series.  One evening I was up on deck and see their boat, Distant Shores III, sail by and drop anchor.  I was really excited and hoping to meet them but, in the end, decided they probably wouldn’t appreciate me showing up to their boat uninvited.  A couple of days later we ran into Paul in town and introduced ourselves.  I got to let him know they were largely to “blame” for our new life! 

Over the next couple of days the winds changed direction and were forecast to be stronger.  Since we felt we were a little close to the shore which can be a problem if the anchor drags, we decided to move anchorages.  It’s kind of interesting because you start to notice boats moving around based on the weather forecast.

Since we’re always working toward getting to the Dominican Republic for hurricane season Russell started looking at the route options for getting there from George Town.  Fortunately, he was plotting it using our electronic plot charter and not just the paper charts because that’s how he found that the software we had only covered the Bahamas.  Now, I do understand that people have sailed for hundreds of years without electronics but we (mainly me) are much more comfortable using a combination of both electronic and paper charts. 

In the States getting the chip we needed would have been no big deal.  A quick trip to West Marine and it would have been done.  But, as they say, we’re not in Kansas anymore.  We went to the post office and were told that it could be mailed to us but would have to go to Nassau first and the post office there was moving to a new building so no telling how long it would take.  Next, we went to the hardware/general store because they advertise accepting DHL packages.  Those packages also go through Nassau first to clear customs and would take a minimum of two weeks.  I even checked the price of flights back to Miami from George Town thinking I may have fly over to buy it.  We had been told about an import/export broker in town, so we spoke to them.  Their office in Ft Lauderdale has a plane that flies directly to George Town every week.  That sounded like a better option than having it go through Nassau.  I called the West Marine in Ft Lauderdale to see if they had the chip we needed in stock.  They did so I purchased it by phone, got them to UPS it across town to the broker who then flew it to George Town.  We got it in six days but it cost us an additional $270 in customs and broker fees.  I understand that if it’s a boat part it would be duty free, but our chip was not considered a boat part.  At least now we won’t sail off the edge of the world so I guess I shouldn’t complain!

This is some serious business!

Once that was handled, we could relax and enjoy the remaining time here.  Our new friends, Matt and Kristen (make sure you subscribe to their YouTube channel Sailing Good, Bad, and Ugly), had arrived so we spent a few evenings hanging out at the Chat’N’Chill having drinks, playing cornhole (yeah, yeah, I know, get your mind out of the gutter) and meeting folks visiting the Bahamas from all over the world.

Playing Corn Hole
just hanging at the Chat’N’Chill

We’ve really enjoyed our time here and completely understand why it has the reputation for sucking boaters in so they never leave.  The local people are friendly, there’s a tightknit boating community with a daily cruiser’s net, supplies are available (if a bit pricy) and the water is gorgeous.  But as always, we realize hurricane season is fast approaching so it’s about time to move on.

We left on a Friday – Who believes those old superstitions anyway?

Sailors are a superstitious bunch.  Some of those superstitions include such things as bad luck to have bananas on board, don’t change the name of your boat (at least without a full ceremony and offerings to Neptune) and never, ever, leave on Friday.  On top of these superstitions, the Bahamas happen to be smack dab in the Bermuda Triangle and, of course, everyone knows bad things happen there.

Superstitious minds

So, that being said, at 6 pm on Friday we pulled anchor at Black Point Settlement heading for George Town.  This was expected to be a 10 to 12 hour trip to cover the 55 or so nautical miles.   Since in sailing you can’t always go from point A to point B in a direct line our plan was to head out about 10 miles offshore then angle back in toward Georgetown so the winds would be on our beam (side) instead of directly on our nose. 

Beautiful view leaving Black Point Settlement

Russell took first watch and off we go motoring away from land while I tried to nap so I would be awake for my 9 to mid-night watch.  By the time I came on watch, he had put out the fishing lines and already made the turn to head toward George Town.  Just as he was getting ready to get some rest, the auto pilot suddenly had us heading in the opposite direction.  He started the motor and got the boat turned back around but we really couldn’t figure out what had happened.  Everything seemed to be working fine so I took over and he went to sleep. 

My watch was pretty uneventful except the winds were not exactly as we hoped so I couldn’t maintain the angle we had wanted.  We would need to tack again and go back out a second time.  Hopefully this would get us there.  

Russell had the mid-night to 3 am watch and by the time I took over again he had already tacked and we were headed back offshore.  He let me know that the auto pilot had turned us around again, we think due to the wind switches and current, so I would need to watch for that.  He also found one of our lifelines had broken.  The seas were a little rough and it was hot inside, so he lay down on deck for a while before going inside to sleep.  Meanwhile I was focused on the radar because it was showing a number of storms popping up around us and I could see lightening in the distance.  Fortunately, none of these storms got closer than a couple of miles from us.

At 5 am everything kind of went haywire.  The instruments started beeping an alarm and showing a low battery error.  Seems our house batteries, which run all of our lights and instruments, including the autopilot, had run down.  Russell went to start the engine and NOTHING.  The starter battery for the engine is in no way connected to our house bank so it shouldn’t have been down.  He started the generator instead (which also has an independent battery) to recharge the house batteries and began looking for his glasses so he could try to figure out the problem with the engine.  They were nowhere to be found.  He had left them on the seat and seems they had bounced off the boat.  He got his spare pair of glasses and found the issue with the starter battery was corrosion on the cable.  A quick fix and the engine was running smoothly.  Only it still wasn’t charging the batteries.  Not the end of the world since the generator can charge them but something that will need to be fixed when we get to George Town.  

By this time, it was after 6 am and I was officially off watch so I went in to get some sleep.  Every now and then I would hear him moving around on deck and see him out the window but he never yelled for me to come up so it wasn’t until later I found out that when the sun came up he finally figured out why the lifeline was broken. 

A block for the sheet (rope that is attached to the bottom) on our jib (sail) had broken so the sheet was pulling up against the lifeline.  Since the lifeline had broken, the sheet was then pulling against the handrail so needed to be fixed before that also broke.  He went forward and managed to fix the block but then had to run the sheet back through.  This meant loosening it which caused the sail to flap around.  Since the sheet is attached to the sail, it was whipping through the air and beating the crap out of him, including hitting him in the face.  He was finally able to get it under control, through the block and tied off.  It was only after the got back to the cockpit that he realized he was no longer wearing his glasses.  They had been knocked overboard when the sheet hit him in the face.

We still weren’t able to get the right angle into George Town so instead of tacking back out to sea for a third time, we motor sailed a direct route the rest of the way.

A few hours later we had the hook down and were resting up.

Land Ho

Summary of our issues:

  1. our fishing lines tangled when the autopilot turned us in a circle causing us to lose line and another lure
  2. we broke a block on the jibsheet
  3. alternator not charging house batteries
  4. battery cable on starter battery had corrosion causing engine not to start
  5. we broke a lifeline
  6. lost both pair of Russell’s prescription glasses
  7. 55 miles as the crow flies but took us 16 hours to sail/motor sail

Was any of this due to the fact that we left on a Friday?  I really can’t answer that but am pretty sure we’ll think long and hard before tempting the fates again. 

Big Major/Staniel Cays and Black Point Settlement – these pigs are famous!

We generally attempt to sail but this time of year the winds seem to always be coming from the wrong direction so we usually end up motor sailing.  For the trip from Exuma Land and Sea Park to Big Major Cay we were able to sail about half the way before starting the engine.

Big Major Cay is famous for pig beach.  These pigs come running onto the beach when you pull up looking for handouts.  They’ll even swim out to your dinghy if you don’t land.  Most of the pigs were asleep in the shade when we got there but a couple of them showed up looking for food.  We brought carrots to feed them but neither of us wanted to lose a finger, so we basically just threw them down and let the pigs scarf them up.  They’re so used to people you can pet the sleeping ones and they never even move.

We’ll keep our fingers, thanks
They swim right out

Staniel Cay is right next to Big Major.  Russell and I had both been hoping for a place we could walk around and find local food and culture.  We found that on Staniel.  Our first stop was the Staniel Cay Yacht Club which caters to tourists and we found to be very expensive – $15 each for mixed drinks! But the next day we took a walk through town, found some local color and a restaurant for a burger then made a few purchases at the grocery.  We found everyone to be very friendly. 

walking through town
Can you hear me now?

That afternoon we snorkeled the famous Thunderball Grotto from the James Bond movie.  It’s basically a tunnel through a small rock island that has openings you can swim into that opens up to a cave once you’re inside.  The sun shines through holes in the top and down into the water.  It is a pretty amazing place and easily accessed by dinghy.  However, since the current was pretty strong we didn’t get to explore around the back side.

The next morning, we packed up our laundry and headed back into town.  After leaving Puff at the dinghy dock we walked a short distance to the most interesting laundry facility I could image.  It was actually a laundry/bar/liquor store with great internet.  A few cold beers makes doing laundry a lot less painful!!  Just wish I had remembered to take a picture.

After hauling our clean laundry (and alcohol purchase) back to the boat it was time for a second try at Thunderball Grotto.  This time the current wasn’t nearly as strong and we actually remembered to take our underwater cameras so we could get some footage.  Here too the coral seems to be pretty healthy  with a good population of reef fish.  If you ever get an opportunity to snorkel here, I highly recommend it.

Inside the grotto
Sunlight streaming through the water
Healthy underwater life just outside the grotto

Next up was a short (6 mile) sail to Black Point Settlement on Great Guana Cay.  This is a decent sized little island and from what we understand it’s where a lot of the service workers for the neighboring islands live.  We would see small open boats leaving each morning and returning in the afternoon which we believed were the equivalent to the car pool back home.

Black Point isn’t a real touristy place but has a number of little bars and restaurants that are locally owned and operated.  The prices here are much better than in other places we’ve been but they are totally dependent on the supply boat.  When we first got here the boat was overdue so a lot of items on the menus were not available.

We found the people to be open and friendly and we felt perfectly safe roaming around the island.  While wandering through town we happened to meet up with Matt from Sailing Good, Bad, and Ugly.  He and his girlfriend, Kristen, have been hilariously honest while documenting their cruising life and Russell and I have been following them on YouTube for a while now.   Go subscribe to their YouTube channel at Sailing Good, Bad, and Ugly.  I think you will really enjoy it.     

That day one the local restaurants was on the VHF radio advertising happy hour and dinner so we decided to head on over.  We ran into some other cruisers from Louisiana as well as Matt & Kristen and Andrew & Jazz, a couple we met earlier at the Land and Sea Park on SV Villa Veritas.  We all had drinks but when it was time for dinner we noticed them putting up a sign that the kitchen would be closed for 4 hours.  Oh well, that’s island life.  We just walked down the road to the next place.

Next day we slept in then went snorkeling after lunch.  Russell took his spear along but we didn’t find any fish.  Lucky for us Matt dropped by and was nice enough to share some of his bounty!

One more day here at Black Point Settlement then we plan to do an overnight sail to Georgetown.

Exuma Land and Sea Park – This place is gorgeous!

We arrived at Exuma Land and Sea Park on Wednesday, May 1st.  The park encompasses a number of islands with the park headquarters located on Warderick Wells.  We anchored near the Emerald Rock mooring field and after settling in dinghied to the office.  We paid our anchoring fee ($23 per day for our sized boat) and checked out the gift shop.  Our cruising guide said you could buy internet however that didn’t turn out to be the case.   But the nice lady at the office told us if we turned right from the gift shop and went down to the third step we should be able to get a couple of bars.  It worked!  We were able to at least get a message out to the family that we were alive and well.  We took a short walk on the beach and found the whale skeleton they have on display before returning to the boat.

Poor guy

The next morning we decided to hike up to Boo-Boo Hill.  This place is famous with cruisers who leave offerings for Neptune and ask for his blessing.  These offerings are normally something on wood identifying their boat. 

From all the cruisers before us

The park asks that you stay on the marked trails which isn’t always easy to do because their marking system leaves something to be desired.  However, we found the trail and made the climb to the top of the hill.  The views are stunning!!  The trail to Boo-Boo Hill looks down over the North mooring field and the colors of the water are really unbelievable.

Clearly marked trail
North mooring field

We didn’t have anything with us for an offering so picked up an old piece of driftwood to bring back to the boat to decorate.

The park gives out maps to good snorkeling areas so that afternoon we checked out a couple of the spots.

Our second day, we hiked a different trail up to the Davis ruins, where we found we could get internet at the top of the hill!  We also found a great little snorkel area just off one of the many little beaches that dot the island.

view from the top

The next day, we dinghied around to the southeast end of the island and found some really great snorkeling.  We saw numerous fish, turtles and even a spotted eagle ray!  Of course we didn’t bring underwater cameras with us. The park appears to be supporting some healthy, young coral reefs which we were very gratified to see.

On Saturday, we took a different, longer, rockier trail back to Boo-Boo Hill to leave our offering and request Neptune’s blessing for our travels and for gathering bounty from the sea – we need all the help we can get!

Our offering to Neptune

That evening there was a gathering on the beach for the boaters and park workers.  If was interesting to meet different cruisers as well as the guys in the Bahamian military whose job it is to help protect the park.

I cannot express just how beautiful this place is.  The colors of the water, the rugged limestone of the island and the plant filled interior, it’s just spectacular.  I am so grateful that the government of the Bahamas is preserving this pristine area for future visitors.

Absolutely amazing
just a walk on the beach

Sunday morning we pulled anchor and headed to the Big Major/Staniel Cay for the next stop on our big adventure.