Marie was leaving Slow Flight soon to go back to Allen in Grenada. Sula just showed up from Grenada and introduced us Coco de Mer, new cruisers already in Bonaire. Hodges from Coco de Mer told us about the abundance of sea glass that washes ashore on Klein Bonaire, the little island about 1.25 miles away by dinghy. So we organized a girl party to sea glass hunting. It was also a nice snorkel from the dinghy mooring to shore with a lot of fish, sea fans, and sea whips.
It looked like the whole island was covered in coral and all kinds of things washed ashore, including garbage. Since Hodges had already collected sea glass, she brought a large trash bag to pick up trash from the island. There was also pieces of pottery, interesting rocks, and some great shells.
Lesley from Sula, Sally from Milly, and Marie from Slow Flight didn’t bring shoes, but there was a stash of random flip flops on the island they could make do with. Mismatched shoes are all the rage on Klein Bonaire! The coral, glass, and shells are too hard on your feet. It was nice someone thought to leave a stash there. Or maybe they had randomly washed ashore as well?
What a fun group of ladies to pal around with! Unfortunately, I would probably have to leave early as we were expecting a mechanic for our generator. Sorry, Dave, I’m going to spill that story.
I found some great shells and piled up some sea glass for the others since I am not talented enough to do anything with it. I also found this crab. I thought it was alive, but it didn’t move. Upon inspection, I saw it was a perfect shell that was completely hollow.
Sure enough, the mechanic called after I was there only 15 minutes. Dang! It was a crazy dinghy ride back by myself. The wind was blowing pretty good and the waves were big enough to knock me off my seat. I fell on the floor four times, but I wore the kill switch in case I was tossed out. I made it to the marina tired and wet but without incident and brought the mechanic back to our boat. Why did we need him? Well, let me tell you a quick story with a moral to it. Dave was excited about going kiteboarding and brought out his gear to prepare. He set his kite board down at the navigation station and went about his business. Twenty to thirty minutes later he came back into the boat and asked me if I was baking. No, I wasn’t baking. Dave said, “I smell something cooking.” I didn’t smell it and I was in the galley area. He went into the engine room on the port side and opened the lid and smoke just poured out. We thought the boat was on fire! Smoke quickly filled the boat and I couldn’t breathe. My asthma kicked in immediately. Since I couldn’t assist Dave, I called Steve over, who came immediately. There were no flames, but the smoke was getting worse. They tried to track the source and could tell it was from the generator. Steve asked if there was an override to shut off the power to it. That’s when Dave returned to the nav station and moved his board out of the way. In doing so, he also released the preheat button that the board had been pressing down for the last half hour. The starter motor and glow plugs were completely burnt out, but at least it never caught fire. It was going to be an expensive fix that we had to order parts to be shipped in for. Moral of the story… Be very careful where you place things, especially bulky things, on a boat. It’s not like a house. Everything has a purpose and most of the space is used for something. It doesn’t pay to be careless even once. In fact, it can be very costly!
I bought a reef creatures book and have been studying it closely to know what I am seeing on my dives. I may have some slightly wrong, but the species should be right. My underwater pictures are improving, but they are still not there yet. Mostly I was trying to capture colors with these pictures. I’ll keep practicing. It’s a fun hobby. Click on any picture you want to enlarge. The French angelfish are so curious and aren’t afraid of people. The tarpon are huge and quite intimidating to swim with, but they don’t bother us. They just follow us around and eat whatever we stir up.