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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Green Turtle Cay

25 April 2018

We were really dragging in the morning because we had not slept well at Spanish Cay. We were one of the last boats out of the marina. We declined a trip to the fuel dock after seeing the difficulty another sailboat was having approaching in the 20 knot winds. Out we went, giving the shallows south of the island a wide berth, then on the Green Turtle Cay, only a few miles away.


The entrance to White (north) sound was tricky, tough to see. The channel is very shallow so we were approaching at high tide. The channel wasn't even wide enough for the powerboat behind us to feel comfortable overtaking us.

Once inside the fairly small sound there was some confusion about mooring balls. We found one with local dive shop's name on it, like we were looking for, but couldn't see number on it anywhere. We tied up to it anyway. When we got to the office they admitted they needed to be repainted, although "everyone" knew which was which. The charter boat which had reserved the last remaining ball picked up the other mooring, one we didn't even see until it was pointed out by the dive shop proprietor (the charismatic Brendal), so it all worked out.

We arrived without having arranged transportation, apparently a rookie mistake, so we stayed near the resort. We were hungry because it was a travel day and we don't eat much before we arrive. Since it was between lunch and dinner, the only thing open was the pool bar. Off we went.


Turns out they didn't have food either because their cook  station was down. But they did have lots of fabulous drinks on special, some of which might as well have been boozy milkshakes, so close enough for a snack.

The bartender, named Ashley, said her grandmother invented the Goombay Smash, and that if we wanted an authentic one we should go to the family's Blue Bee bar in town. At that point we were already smashed enough to believe anything.


We had a dinner that night in their dining room that was a little too nice for our informal attire. We were too tired to care much, and it was very good.

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