We left Chub anchorage because the winds were going to pick up and clock around to the South West and Chub wanted 4.75 per foot to come into their Marina and another 100.00 each to take us to customs. (not)
We all went six miles to Frazer Hog Cay where we were going to pick up a mooring ball but when we arrived the dock Master said we could come into the dock for the same price plus 25.00 for electric and water. (great deal) We were met by Herby, the Dock Master, Cook, Bar Tender, Cook, owner, and one of only ten people who live on the Island who, after we tied up took us to customs. The Captains all got into Herby's truck for the aprox. three mile trip to the airport, but the truck wouldn't go into gear so we all piled into his mule and headed out. As you can see from the picture I took of one of the locals, the roads are like dirt roads only sand and shell. When we got to customs we were ushered into a little office at the Airport Terminal. I can only tell you see the picture because I don't think you would believe my explanation. The customs officer was listening to Frank Sinatra and singing while filling out the papers and I couldn't tell if he was asking me a question or sing. They are hard to understand without the singing. We all made it through fine with lots of stamping and carbon paper (yes, the still use carbon paper in some parts of the world) and we headed back to the Marina to take down our quarantine flag and put up our Bahamian flag. YA
Last night we were treated to Herby's conch fritters and the best Rum Punch I have ever had. It was great but lethal.
Lot's more to tell but Stephanie and the girls are waiting for me to finish so we can go to the beach.
September Song (headed for the beach) out
Bob
Todd and I coming back from a run into Chub Marina for a five dollar bag of ice for Life's2Short
We all went six miles to Frazer Hog Cay where we were going to pick up a mooring ball but when we arrived the dock Master said we could come into the dock for the same price plus 25.00 for electric and water. (great deal) We were met by Herby, the Dock Master, Cook, Bar Tender, Cook, owner, and one of only ten people who live on the Island who, after we tied up took us to customs. The Captains all got into Herby's truck for the aprox. three mile trip to the airport, but the truck wouldn't go into gear so we all piled into his mule and headed out. As you can see from the picture I took of one of the locals, the roads are like dirt roads only sand and shell. When we got to customs we were ushered into a little office at the Airport Terminal. I can only tell you see the picture because I don't think you would believe my explanation. The customs officer was listening to Frank Sinatra and singing while filling out the papers and I couldn't tell if he was asking me a question or sing. They are hard to understand without the singing. We all made it through fine with lots of stamping and carbon paper (yes, the still use carbon paper in some parts of the world) and we headed back to the Marina to take down our quarantine flag and put up our Bahamian flag. YA
Last night we were treated to Herby's conch fritters and the best Rum Punch I have ever had. It was great but lethal.
Lot's more to tell but Stephanie and the girls are waiting for me to finish so we can go to the beach.
September Song (headed for the beach) out
Bob
Todd and I coming back from a run into Chub Marina for a five dollar bag of ice for Life's2Short
View of Chub beach from September Song
Another view from the bow
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