Nassau and Paradise Island

Bill, here.  First Internet in a week, and Molly is very engrossed in reading her book.



Having fun even if we didn't find Johnny Depp.

One of the most popular islands for boaters near Nassau is Rose Island.  We anchored there for two days before motoring to Nassau, 7 miles away.  Here we went snorkeling for the first time alone (great job, Molly!) and visited a small cay where we were told the Pirates of the Caribbean was filmed.  We took our dinghy to the beach and found that the island had a cement walkway from end to end.  I envisioned movie cameras being moving along the walkway while filming one of the battle scenes in the cove.  Alas, soon a Bahamian dive boat operator came by and told us that the small island had been used by a ferry boat.  We would have to go to the Exumas to find Johnny Depp. 

On to Nassau.  Nassau harbor is dominated by 5 piers that serve very large cruise ships.  Any boat entering the harbor must get permission from Nassau Harbor Control.  We were given quick clearance as we were entering from the east and our destination, Hurricane Hole Marina on Paradise Island, was before the cruise ship piers.

One of the pools at the One and Only Club.

The gardens at the One and Only Club.

After entering the marina we were warmly greeted by our fellow Rosborough owner, John Conway.  We had connected a year ago through the Rosborough users group on Yahoo, and he was invaluable in helping with reservations and answering questions.  John is a resort general manager, and he and his wife have lived in the Bahamas for 20 years.  He opened the first Atlantis hotel on Paradise Island and now manages the One and Only Ocean Club, which caters to multi-millionaires as the Club has a minimum 10-day stay with the cheapest room at $2,300 per night.  Atlantis has 5,000 rooms whereas the One and Only Ocean Club has only 105.  He told us that the Club is the toughest job he has ever had as his guests, who have included Mariah Carey, Michael Fox, Magic Johnson and many other stars, expect perfection.



Paradise Island has beautiful beaches.

Paradise Island is a combination of Disney World and Caesars Palace surrounded by beautiful beaches.  The Island is roughly 3 miles long and a ½-mile wide.  Aside from multiple hotels, there are condominiums and large single family houses around a ritzy golf course.  The Island employs thousands of Bahamians, but most make the commute across the bridge from Nassau, the largest city in the Bahamas with a population of 250,000.  Tourism is the main industry throughout the Bahamas as its seas and beaches across thousands of islands are among the most beautiful in the world.  Residents are primarily the descendants of slaves who were left on the islands in the 1800s after the land proved to be very poor for raising cotton or any other crop.  English is the local language, and the US dollar is used interchangeably with the Bahamian dollar.  As a former British colony, cars are driven on the left side of the road, and throughout our travels we have had to remind ourselves on which side to walk or ride our bikes.  



Smaller mega-yachts near us..

Our berth in the marina gave us full access to the Atlantis, which was built on the theme of the legend of Atlantis and includes an extensive aquarium with fish of all kinds swimming through mythical ruins.  Its water park, which we visited frequently, includes one steep slide that vaults users through a tunnel surrounded by water filled with sharks.  Molly stayed away from that one!  One of the common pastimes in the Atlantis complex is to view the boats in the Atlantis Marina.  The Marina caters to mega-yachts, typically 150-200 feet.  These yachts are serviced by uniformed crew, who are constantly cleaning the already clean boats.  The boat owners seem to be competing for status.  Our friend John told us that it would not be uncommon for an  owner to fly in to Atlantis, have an elegant dinner on the visible stern raised deck of his boat, and then fly home the next day!  The tenders for these yachts are often larger than our little Salty Paws.




Our boat was decorated for Christmas.

My brother Bob and family (Nora, Max and Danny) and our daughter Caroline and boyfriend Noah flew in to Nassau and stayed at the cheapest hotel (Comfort Suites) on Paradise Island.  We enjoyed many activities together including an afternoon where we took our boat out off a nearby island to go snorkeling.  Everyone gathered on our boat on Christmas Eve for a great Yankee swap gift exchange. 

 

On Tuesday morning (12/27), after everyone else had departed, we walked into Nassau, witnessed some of the local charm and went to a well-stocked grocery store to stock up for the next two weeks.  Now it was time to depart for the expected highpoint of our trip, the Exumas.

The Berry Islands

The Berry Islands lie 80 miles to the east of Bimini and, while beautiful, are often ignored by cruisers heading to the more exotic Exumas.   On a recommendation from a local, we headed there from Bimini on Wednesday (12/14) across the plateau known as the Great Bahama Bank with depths of only 10-15 feet over light, sparkling turquoise water.  The sea was flat calm, and we sped along at 20 knots per hour over the turquoise.  We arrived at the northernmost two islands, Little Stirrup and Great Stirrup in 4 hours.  Both small islands are owned by large cruise ship lines and are promoted as “Tiki villages”. 

Two ships were anchored off the islands, and we saw passengers being ferried ashore for food, drink, sunbathing, swimming, snorkeling, water slides, jet skiing, parasailing, and every imaginable island delight. So strange to see these manmade tropical islands virtually dropped in the middle of natural ones. We also saw large construction equipment and barges hauling sand to create new island paradises.

After anchoring some miles away we put our tandem kayak in the water and explored a lagoon on one side of the cay and saw rolling surf just over the rocks.  Sting rays, small sharks and large turtles swam near the kayak.  We then paddled over to a pristine beach on the uninhabited Hawksnest Cay, finding another conch and sea fans for my collection. The conch had a dime sized hole, indicating it had been discarded after being harvested for its meat.

We took our chairs up to the bow of our boat, watching the afternoon turn to night with a beautiful sunset.  Then the super moon rose over the water.  Everything in paradise was perfect, or so we thought.  Unbeknownst to us, the boat had been invaded by hundreds of no-see-ums.  During the night I was badly attacked, while Bill was unaffected. Over the next couple of days, Bill was on the war path to get rid of the remaining invaders, but it was many days before I didn’t look like I had the worst case of poison ivy. Apparently some people are badly allergic to these tiny monsters, but most don’t seem to be.

Our next stop south of Hoffman’s Cay was a cove complete with a beach, coral cliffs and crashing breakers on the outside of the protection.  [That evening we would move because the swells were rocking the boat too much for comfort.] 
We motored ashore, combed
 the beach for more shells and took the jungle trail to the Blue Hole, a grotto, which is a large hole of great depth filled with water. 

 On Friday (12/16) we had planned to continue south to one of the three marinas in the Berry Islands, but in speaking on the VHF radio we learned that the two southernmost marinas are closed due to severe damage from Hurricane Matthew. In fact, one of them might have been closed for years, but the boating guide lists them as still open. The one remaining marina on Great Harbor Key was 20 miles orth of us and the only one within 50 miles in any direction. We were quite low on gas, so we had to backtrack to get fuel. This was a good lesson that we need to call ahead to ensure that gas is available. 

Great Harbor Cay proved to be a nice place to visit as the main village has not been materially impacted by tourists or the boating community.  We road our bikes through the village just as the uniformed children were getting out of school.  Everyone was very friendly but the children did get a good belly laugh when my front tire hit a pot hole and I fell off my bike.  We met more lovely couples in Great Bay Cay and we are all exchanging our cards, expecting to see one another again later in the trip, or maybe another year. Maybe some of our new friends will come to visit us in Maine!

The next morning we left with full gas tanks and headed back to where we had started the day before.  The wind had picked up from the SE, and the seas were rough, particularly in the guts between islands. We had read about Little Harbor Cay and were intrigued by a description of a little restaurant on the island called Flo’s.


Fresh conch being brought to Flo's.



Conch shells line the shore on both
sides of Flo's Restuarant.

This little restaurant has been in operation for many years. Flo’s  son, Chester, runs this little spot today. He likes at least 3 hours notice by radio that he will be having lunch or dinner guests. He and his assistant, Candy, then prepare conch or whatever local fish they have available and a rum punch that takes you away (I guess we’re already away!). The walls on this little establishment are covered with dollar bills, signed by previous guests, some apparently quite famous. The shore is littered with thousands of conch shells deposited over the years.  


Moored near us was the 42-ft sailing catamaran owned by Bernard and Claude, both French, now living in Ontario.  We enjoyed cocktails on their Bernard-made boat and over the next three days met several other boating couples, some retired but also younger couples who work seasonal jobs allowing them 6 months off a year to pursue their dream of cruising.  Thus far, almost all of the cruisers we have met in the Bahamas are Canadian.

We had a relaxing 3 day stay in this quiet anchorage with our new found friends. I had been terrified of going in snorkeling off the boat. As much as I had looked forward to it, when the time came, I was haunted by the words of the old pros. Every person I had spoken to had told me not to worry about the sharks. If a large shark swims up to you, just punch it in the nose and it will swim away. Yeah, sure! But…  the barracudas! Our friends Claude and Bernard agreed to take us for our first swim. 

 I felt safe with them. They have been all over the world and have are very comfortable in the sea. I finally got in with my brand new snorkel gear and instantly loved it. The water is crystal clear and about 78 degrees. We saw small colorful fish, lobsters, conchs and other little sea creatures. No barracudas! No sharks either, for that matter. 

Dinner with Bernard and Claude at Flo's

On our last night in the anchorage, we ate again at Flo’s with our friends. After dinner we walked down the reef trail to our dinghy and watched Chester cleaning fish. He was throwing the guts in the water and we could see 10 sharks circling, waiting for their tasty treat. Maybe not dangerous, but I had just as soon not have to punch one of these big guys in the jaw!

Preparing our dinner.

Sharks all around

Today we left with the sailboats to head to Nassau. After a short delay caused by running aground in this shallow spot at low tide, we set off across the deep blue to our destination. The tides and wind made for an extremely rough trip. Everything on the boat got soaked. We realized that the weather the sailors prefer is probably not the best for us. After drying out, we are now anchored off a cay about 8 miles from Nassau and Paradise Island, and will head there on Thursday (12/22).

On to the Bahamas!

So the big day had finally come. We had been planning on a Tuesday crossing for 4 or 5 days based on Marv's Weather Service. The day did indeed dawn clear and calm.

I had to set my fears aside, because there was no turning back. We woke early and set off quietly from the Marina just before dawn. We crossed Biscayne Bay, aiming for Stick Village. This was a group of houses built on stilts in the middle of the bay. We were told that they were built in the 30s during Prohibition, and were used as places to party and drink alcohol. There are only 6 of these houses left. The area is now a national park and owners are not allowed to replace them or change the houses.

 The trip was uneventful. We were able to maintain 22 mph the entire 3 1/2 hour trip. Its an eerie feeling to not see land and usually no other boats for such a long time. Actually, the trip was much shorter for us than for sailboats, which can take 20 hours or so to cross. I asked Bill to not report the ocean depth. For some reason 3000 feet to the bottom is far more frightening to me than 30! We crossed the Gulf Stream, which is about 25 miles wide. The current runs at 3-4 knots and take a slower boat way off course. We noticed the current, but had no problems crossing. The ocean temperature has been 75-79 degrees since Florida.

We finally saw land, and then the water started becoming lighter and completely clear, allowing us to see to the bottom. Darker water is over coral or grass, lighter green is over sand and tannish green is 1-2 feet over sand. We went through customs on North Cat Cay, part of the Bimini Islands, where Bill was allowed off the boat, but I had to stay on. While Bill was gone, a couple motored up next to our boat, asking if they could take pictures. They could not imagine that our little Salty Paws could have travelled 2400 miles from Maine. This island is private, as are most of the Bahama islands, with a fancy club and about 30 houses. Bill was told that only 9 houses are occupied now, but the season starts after Christmas and the owners will start arriving then.

We left North Cat and slowly motored to Gun Cay where we anchored in Honeymoon Harbor. Large stingrays were clearly visible in the water swimming up to our boat. There was a sailboat anchored in the harbor and 3 women sunbathing on the beautiful beach. We kayaked to the beach and I apologized to the women for disturbing their peaceful visit on this otherwise deserted island.

As we are watching the stingrays coming to shore, I realized that I am quite nervous about getting in the water with creatures I am not familiar with.  The young woman, who is from Austria and living in the Bahamas with her boyfriend, told us that stingrays are actually quite friendly and you can feed and stroke them. We walked out into the water and were immediately approached by six of them, who swam right up to us, feeling our legs with their wings. OK, first fear allayed. We kayaked back to our boat, and within an hour or so, the sailboat left. We were alone on a deserted island for the night. We had to re-anchor twice to get into a calm spot without having to worry about the anchor dragging.

On Wednesday (12/14) we took off on the 80 mile trip to the Berry Islands, across the Bahamian plateau where the water is an indescribable color and depths range from 8 to 20 feet.   Our Internet connection is very slow right now and we will post about the wonderful Berry Islands at a later date.

Manatees, Obulence and Cruise Ships

A little cloudy but there is a 10 foot manatee there in the water.

After our exciting night in the bay off Canaveral, we thought we should push it to get down to the Miami area for our jump off spot to the Bahamas. We made it to Fort Pierce which turned out to be a beautiful spot and we ended up staying 2 nights in a nice marina. We saw our first manatee and many big, beautiful fish swimming near our boat.
We ate at the Tiki Bar next to the marina and had yellow snapper. Wow, absolutely delicious! So different from the seafood we get in Maine. Saturday morning we went to great farmer's market which they claim is the second best in the state. I am not arguing that claim. It was wonderful. Here we began our provisioning for the Bahamas, which is infamous for having less than fresh food in the markets.

Trump's Del Mar Club from a distance.

One of many such houses on the ICW.

The next morning we headed out, trying to get at least to Fort Lauderdale. The ICW, starting in Palm Beach is narrow and fully developed with a little of everything, but mostly the biggest and most ostentatious places we have ever seen.  We went by Trump's Mar-a-Lago but we didn't see any Secret Service boats as the president-elect was not in residence.

The personal yachts are big like the houses.

In some areas, any older houses that are not in perfect shape are being torn down and replaced by new ones, either modern with lots of glass, or Spanish villa style. These places are huge and built right next to each other.  Often, there is a mega-yacht right next to the house.

There are signs for boaters all along the way which tell us how fast we can go and if we are in a manatee zone. In more open areas, boats can go 25 miles an hour. In manatee zones and highly developed areas, the speed signs say either No Wake, which for us is 6 miles an hour, or Slow Wake, 9 miles an hour. Much of this stretch was no or slow wake, so we made much slower progress than we had hoped. This stretch also has multiple bridges, most of which are low and open every half hour. Fortunately, we are low enough so that we can pass under safely without waiting for an opening. The weather was cloudy and windy so we kept going all day and ended up staying in an anchorage about 20 miles north of Fort Lauderdale.

A cruise ship in Ft Lauderdale.

Cruise ships lined up in Miami,.

Yesterday, we did the same slow trip  through Fort Lauderdale to Miami.  We saw large cruise ships and hundreds of massive private yachts.



 Miami is made up of several cities surrounding Biscayne Bay. The Bay is shallow and was the first light water we have seen.

After docking and paying in the first marina, which was located right downtown, we were told no gas, coming tomorrow, maybe. Not good as we needed to be able to be off early on Tuesday morning. It slowly came out that they also didn't have laundry, bathrooms or shower facilities. We were able to get our money back and head over to another marina in Coconut Grove. We were looking forward to exploring this famous town, but we can't. It's too hot!



I know. No one is feeling sorry for us. We are closed up in the boat today with the air conditioner going full blast. Who knew you would need air conditioning in a boat?! We have had plenty to do, though, getting all systems checked out, planning our routes in the Bahamas and getting our provisioning done.

Weather reports look good for our 65 mile morning passage across the Gulf Stream. Our plan, subject to change, is to spend a day or two in the Bimini Islands, 3-5 days in the Berries, 3-5 days in the Exumas and then Christmas in Paradise Island where family will be flying in for the holiday.  Who knows after that.  We are not sure what our ability to communicate with the States will be while we are there, so it may be a while before you hear from us again. We wish all of you a happy holidays and merry Christmas.

Arrival in Florida and a Cape Canaveral Launch

Walkway in St. Augustine

We crossed into Florida on Saturday the 3rd, and spent two days in St. Augustine and two days in New Smyrna Beach. St. Augustine is the oldest city in the USA with a recorded history that spans over 450 years. We took a trolley tour around the city, walked the shopping area and had a great lunch at the Floridian, topped off with ice cream and fudge from one of the dozens of sweet shops in town. The city is quite beautiful and owes much of its charm to railroad and hotel magnet Henry Flagler, who constructed a number of beautiful buildings and churches that honored the City's Spanish heritage.  His grand hotel is now Flagler University.



Fagler University in the former hotel.




Castillo de San Marcos

Soldiers resting before the
cannon firing.

We toured the Castillo de San Marcos, a fort built in 1672 by the Spanish to defend against the English and later the French.  The fort has changed hands 6 times and was in continuous military use for 250 years. We watched a reenactment of a cannon firing. The whole firing process was complicated and took roughly 20 minutes with commands in Spanish to the 10 or so soldiers involved.  If you look closely at the firing picture below you will see the Spanish soldiers, in full military dress covering their ears. The cannons had a firing range of 1 1/2 - 3 miles!

New Smyrna Beach's beach.  Known for surfing. 

New Smyrna Beach was a pleasant surprise with a free city dock.  Here we met and talked to some fellow boaters, along with retirees walking along the waterfront. 


We made two trips to the local ice cream shop and  road our bikes to the Beach, where one can pay a toll and drive on the beach for a few miles.

We anchored Wednesday afternoon (12/7) within easy viewing of the Cape Canaveral launch site in 6 feet of water.  No other boats were in sight, which was not unusual since most of the boats traveling down the Intracoastal Waterway are sailboats with 4-6 foot drafts.  Prior to the 6:53 pm scheduled launch we found a "live" phone link to the launch (later learned it had a 90 second delay!).  After an early dinner, we took  our wine and lounge chairs to the roof and nestled in for an exciting launch.  Around 6:53 pm we noticed the flash of a launch south of where we had been focused.  Little did we know that NASA has multiple rocket pads and we were viewing the wrong one!  The launch was still great, and Bill posted a video on his Facebook page. For the first 30 seconds or so, the bright ball of light looked as though it were heading right toward us. I had at least half my life flash before my eyes!

Today we sped down the ICW, intending to get as far south as possible so that we will be ready to cross the Gulf Stream to the Bahamas at the next acceptable weather window, perhaps Monday (12/12) or Tuesday (12/13).  We subscribe to Marv's Weather Service, which gives us a compilation of and links to all weather forecasts, buoy reports and other useful information.  Because the Gulf Stream flows north, it is critical to not make the crossing with the wind out of any where north since the wind against the flow results in much larger waves and unsettled chop.