Dave and I planned to unpack our Bromptons and go for a ride this morning. As we were discussing our plans, we heard a knock on the hull. We came out and saw Cherie leaving and calling out that she left us a gift on the helm seat. How very sweet! We started the day with a smile.
Pura Vida moved to our dock, so we strolled over to chat. Once again they were at the right place at the right time and snagged a rental car as another cruiser turned it in. Everyone is in Emerald Bay for Valentine’s Day, so we were told there was a waiting list. Score! Change of plans. We’re going cruising around the island!
We found great markets for provisioning like Prime Meats, Bristol’s Duty Free Liquor, Smitty’s Liquor and Convenience Stores, and Exuma Market. I was particularly impressed with the butcher shop (Prime Meats). The prices were good and the quality was high. Our freezer is filled back up. We visited the Straw Market, where we watched ladies weaving bowls, hats, and purses with practiced and calloused hands.
We searched and searched for the location of plantation ruins that were supposed to have tombs on it. Michael refused to give up and stopped at some random house and knocked on the door. The guy that answered had no idea what Michael was talking about, but his neighbor just came home and he might know. So they walked over. That guy was incredulous that Michael stopped and knocked on the door. He said, “Man, you are brave!” Of course, he came from Freeport, which is reputed to be a very rough and tumble place. Anyway, he didn’t know the site either, so we kept driving until Dave spotted a sign. We didn’t see any ruins but the tombs were there.
My favorite part of the day was when we drove to Barraterra looking for local farm stands. We found a couple that were nearly sold out of everything by the time we arrived. But Farmer Lloyd greeted us and Michael asked if we could see his farm. You could just see Lloyd blossom with pride as he said he would be happy to show us.
He grew basil, peppers, mangoes, papayas, bananas, and sapodilla (A local, icky-sweet fruit). I’m sure he grew more, but I can’t remember everything. They call it pothole farming and, to the untrained eye, it appears weedy and disorganized. But Lloyd was growing some fantastic stuff and knew exactly where everything was. Farmer Lloyd was a perfect example of the friendliness and kindness of the local people. Between the Bahamians and the cruisers, I am regaining my faith in humanity.
On the way back, we watched the sunset at Grand Isle Resort, which is located next to and shares the beach with Sandals Resort. It was a beautiful beach, but no-see-ums were eating up mom up, as usual, so we headed back to our boats.