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Jun 3, 201308:51 AM

Swing Set: Cruising Full Time

Last Night In Nassau Before Making North Exuma Islands

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We didn't waste any time finding a nice bar in a busy area of the hotel where we could have some beers and watch the people. Long pants are required in the fancier restaurants at Atlantis, but I don't know who was going to visit them, because most all the men were wearing cutoffs and raggedy T-shirts. I not only had a button-down shirt on, I had shoes that tied for the first time in a year, although they were still boat shoes.

A quick six pack at this bar was a heady $50, so we went in search of a reasonably priced restaurant where I could be served looking like the bum that I am. We were surprised at how many children there were around, plus the fact that they were allowed throughout the casino. I can only assume they were not allowed to gamble, but I'm not certain.

We passed up a couple of restaurants where the posted menus advertised lots of entrees for $50 to $150 and settled on a more casual place where the aquarium surrounds the dining tables. The menu was reasonable, and I picked a 16-ounce ribeye for $34 and Rosie had a monster rack of ribs for $30. Our table was right next to the aquarium, and we were in awe of the variety of sea life that they'd packed in the huge tank that surrounded the whole restaurant. A giant stingray that had to be six feet across continuously patrolled his domain. It was at that point that we both decided to never enter the ocean again.

After our dinner, we took a taxi back to Yacht Haven, as we had no intention of leaving any of our hard-earned money at the Atlantic casino. Some folks on a big yacht near us were having a party, and they waved and said hello. At another time, we would have probably joined them, but we were done drinking and were full of dinner. We only had sights on seeing Holly and going to bed. A big Friday night for us.

On Saturday morning, we had plans to take the doctor we'd met, John Neely, and his girlfriend Glennis, to breakfast at his uncle's place, Nassau Stadium. We stopped by the marina office on our walk to the restaurant and told them to prepare our bill, so it would be ready when we returned. The weather was breaking, and we were gonna git.

Breakfast was enjoyable for the company we had, but I had a traditional Bahamian breakfast of stewed fish, johnny cake and grits. Let's just say I eyed Rosie's breakfast of scrambled eggs and thick slices of fried bologna, or "sausage" as it's called here in the Bahamas, having lustful designs on her food until she offered me a bite. Our server was apparently overwhelmed at having to wait on four people at one time, and we could tell that John wasn't entirely pleased with the service. He's by no means a demanding person, but I think we all wanted our breakfast experience to be special, and he more than any of us was disappointed. It was still special, though.

It turned out that Glennis used to work with my cousin's second husband, who she met at the Paradise Island Hotel and Casino before it was torn down and rebuilt as the Atlantis. They lived on New Providence for a time. We hadn't seen him since our last visit in the mid-1980s, and they got divorced shortly afterwards. It wasn't our fault.

We said goodbye to John and Glennis and paid our bill at Yacht Haven. We stopped by to say goodbye to Rick and MP, and promised to stop in and see them if we passed through Nassau on our way back to the States. Not sure if they viewed this as a promise or a threat.

There's an Explorer Chart website that lists current dockage and fuel prices throughout the Bahamas, and it's updated monthly. Hurricane Hole Marina was advertised at having diesel for $5.10 per gallon. I asked around to see if their fuel was "good" and got good reports, so we went across the harbor and found Hurricane Hole between the two tall bridges that cross over to Paradise Island. Not only was it true that they didn't charge extra for using a credit card, but the fuel price had dropped to $4.88 per gallon. We only took on 54.7 gallons, what we used to cruise on plane from Highbourne Cay on the previous Friday afternoon, about 1.5 gallons per mile at 25 miles per hour. This is why we generally travel at 8 and 9 miles per hour.

Maybe we had a rough week with all the repairs, and the crappy weather, but the owners of this boat that we passed on our way out of Nassau Harbor had even a worse week. This boat sank on Thursday, and the only reason I think it won't still be there if we come back through here in a few weeks or months is that it sunk on the ritzy side of the harbor, just off the banks of Paradise Island.

The sky was overcast for our passage over to Allen's Cay in the Exumas, but winds were light and our ride was as pleasant as it could be. I trolled a lure behind the boat at a leisurely 8 miles per hour, but it may have been too fast. If I got a bite, I didn't know it, but my line and lure were intact when we entered the Allen's Cay anchorage 34 miles later.

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