We finally left Great Abaco and went to a little fishing village called Spanish Wells on the island of St. George’s Cay and enjoyed some touring, the BEST paddle boarding I’ve ever experienced, and more great Bahamian food and hospitality. Here they’re responsible for providing the entire Bahamas with most of its lobster, the spiny kind. And Spanish colonials once upon a time built wells there that provided an easy source for when they stopped off to refill on their trips back and forth, ergo the name of the settlement.
When we went to visit the museum, we were directed to go and see the school librarian to let her know we wanted a tour. She’d be the one to schedule a time with and give us a tour. And we did just that. We also ate at the well-known local establishment called Buddha’s, after its owner, even though that’s not how he spelled it. He graciously gave us several rides in his golf cart and was kind enough to show us the family home where he was born in 1956. He served up some yummy grouper sandwiches and cold beers as well.
The island is very small and most residents get around with golf carts and offer rides freely enough, but we did a fair share of walking as well, exploring coast to coast which was only a short walk.
We did not pull into Spanish Wells proper and anchored about a mile away from the main town. We were anchored off an uninhabited island where one day the bay there was flat as glass and the water so calm it seemed I may as well have been snorkeling under water since I had such an amazing view from my paddle board. I could see anemone and hundreds of fish that had camouflage the color of the bright mustard coral they were swarmed around so you’d only see them clearly when something like me paddling above, or the tide, made them stir. There was bright purple anemone that would disappear from a full blossomed flower into a small little tube and then there was a mama-baby reef shark duo, to name a few highlights.
I could have paddled for another hour but rain and wind came rolling in and it changed conditions quickly. If it got any worse Paul was about to jump in the dinghy to come get me. But once he saw me pop out from around a corner and push hard tacking into the wind, he knew I’d make it in time. This sweet little cove was perfect for swimming even though you’d be surrounded by these tiny tubular little jellies. They seemed benign enough and we were not stung. In fact, we only could spot that they were jellies with a snorkel and mask, they were so small they looked like leaf debris in the water at first glance.
Unfortunately, as I am about to publish this post, The Abacos are being pounded by Hurricane Dorian. There are few words, but I’ll try since you won’t hear me choking up with tears as I type. Mother Nature does what she will. This post is dedicated to all those in Dorian’s path-whether they be sailors or land lubbers, and the entire Community that has been working tirelessly to prepare, inform, and chip in to help a neighbor in need. It’s terribly frightening to be at the mercy of such a Force of Nature. It is a time of great worry and stress for all those in this Community and it’s palpable even from afar in our now safe port, hundreds of miles north.