We used most of our limited time on Provo taking care of boat stuff and provisioning. There was a fish fry event in the Bight Park Thursday night, so we thought we’d check it out. We expected it to be a locals event, but we immediately knew we were wrong when we showed up. The streets were lined with rental cars and people were dropped off by taxi or shuttle.
Local restaurants opened food stalls that had lines 30 or more people long. Local artisans had stalls selling their jewelry, paintings, shell art, and metal sculptures. And, of course, there were bar stalls, though most of the food stalls sold alcohol as well. One stall sold ice-cold coconuts that they drilled a hole into and inserted a straw. Or you could pay extra for a shot of rum added to it.
We decided on Jerky’s. The menu choices sounded great. We ordered blackened grouper with mac and cheese and corn on the cob and jerk chicken with mac and cheese and fried plantains. The entrees were excellent, the sides not so much. But it was a nice change from eating on the boat or in a restaurant. There was a band playing island music, which we found quite enjoyable and refreshing. Most everywhere we go, we hear popular American music. Our culture is really invasive into other countries. The locals love it, of course, but we go to other countries to experience their culture. So what did all restaurants in the Bahamas offer? Hamburgers! Haha. Oh well.
Friday was catch up on the blog day, which took me all day. Saturday was clean the boat and prepare for the next voyage: Dave changed the engine oil, topped off coolant, tightened the alternator belts, and changed the fuel filter in the port side engine. See? He’s becoming quite handy. Saturday evening it was time to check out with the marina, customs, and immigration. Unfortunately, the marina was hosting a fishing competition where they auctioned the fish off for charity. There were four bars set up, a food cookout, and general chaos all around. Normally, we wouldn’t care. But it made conducting official business much more challenging. We did manage to top off water and fuel, pay our marina bill, and get cleared out of the country. We are ready to go in the morning to start the journey to the Dominican Republic.