Little Farmers Cay

Here's the post office at Black Point. It's a one woman operation. We were able to fax a tax related document from there.

We hiked to the north side of the cay, then checked out a blow hole on the Exuma Sound side of the cay. One weird thing I've noticed about the Bahamas, is there are no sea birds. No pelicans, no sea gulls. The good news is, the only thing that lands on our boat is salt--if you know what I mean.


Dinghy Dock at Black Point.


Old man posing at Black Point.

We left Black Point and headed south for Bay Rush Bay on southwest Great Guana Cay. We had a great sail. With great skill we were able to do it in about four hours. Point to point should have taken about an hour and a half, but....Lisa was at the helm. We really were in no hurry, and tacked back and forth, and spent some time unjamming the genoa furling line. We had to drop the sail like in the old days to unjam it, and then raise it back up and furl it. We have never had issues with a genoa furler, but I don't think we have solved the problem yet. Despite being led properly to the drum, the line is not wrapping around the drum as it should.


The next day we took the dinghy to Little Farmers Cay. We went all the way around the cay and then tied up at the town dock to check the place out.


We went to get a bite to eat at Ocean Cabin Restaurant and Bar, but since there were no customers, it was not open. 

However, the owner--Terry Baine, showed up and informed us that the cook (which is his wife) would be there in about an hour. Terry writes a monthly column for the Exuma paper, and he asked us what we thought of his latest article. So, we ended up "discussing" politics until the "cook" showed up--I wasn't finished making my points. He reads a lot, is a deep thinker, and a very interesting man...not that there is anything wrong with that.