Okay, so Ken wasn’t nauseous and didn’t feel seasick. I did and Camellia said she did on Southern Heat, and I felt a little queasy most of the day.
We woke up and looked outside and it looked like we were in the middle of nowhere. We were in the middle of nowhere! Boats had left the anchorage, 2 boats pulling out, leaving Southern Heat, and us. I hailed Dave and Camellia to say we were ready to leave and they said they’d be right behind us. We’d both decided to clear customs at Spanish Cay Marina.
After motoring into the wind around the west end of the cay, Ken pulled up the m’sail to find one of the sail slides was broken, so he pulled it down and tied it. We pulled out the jib rounding the corner and were able to sail with the strong 18-20K north wind. The water was turquoise clear and we’d see dolphins playing at the bow, diving under the boat, coming out of the water, then diving back under. Three stayed in front of the boat for about 5 minutes.
I hailed Spanish Cay Marina to let them know we needed a slip and we’d be clearing customs. We were informed the customs officer would only be there until 4pm. Ken turned on the motor to motorsail, but we were too far away to make it. Dave assured us this would not be a problem. Ken pulled up our yellow quarantine flag.
We pulled into the marina after Southern Heat, taking a slip next to the only other boat there. The place was deserted of boats, not the busy marina like it was when we’d come here in 2008. Later we learned it had been hard hit by Hurricane Irene and most of the docks had to be replaced. We were warmly welcomed by everyone, the deckhand asking if we’d like to eat in the restaurant. We declined but said we’d be in for breakfast. Dave and Camellia went in for supper, the only 2 customers.
The customs officer waited to check both of us in, which was nice of her. Then I rushed off to take a shower. We even have internet on the boat!!
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