We sailed to Rum Cay with several other boats some of which decided to go further on an overnight sail to Mayguana, dispite the fact that one of then was taking on water and was not sure where it was coming from. They encountered a change in weather and ten foot seas. Glad that we didn't decide to go with them. We anchored on the southeast end of the island. We are now rocking sideways to the swells and I am unable to sleep. Sumner Point Marina is just in sight; however, the zig-zag channel is not clearly marked and surrounded by shallow coral heads. Doug helped another cruiser, Christian, navigate through the sand bars and the many corral heads. I am trying to convince Mike to head into port but he is not budging. He refuses to put the Adamo at risk.
We met Christian at Long Island. He is recently retired from 20 years with the Coast Guard. He is single handing a Westsail 32 named Christa. He had gone forward to Mayguana but turned back when the wind shifted. He is in desperate need for a first mate with long flowing hair and a healthy appetite.
We went to an island cookout. The food was good and spicy. Chris was conned by Captain Perkins AKA mumble man for an eight dollar drink. This may have been because he was flirting with a lady that he later found was married. Bummer!
The next morning the boys took Chris out fishing. They came back with two fish and a couple lobsters. That night we initiated him into the spear-fishing community. Mike prepared the fish and also boiled the eyeballs and placed them on a plate well decorated with parsley, vegetables, and French salad dressing.
Chris ate them both without question. We were all fairly impressed and had a good laugh. 
There is a bar across from the government docks. The floor is covered in sand and there is a pool table located in the middle of the room.
The boys enjoyed playing pool while Mike and I sat at the bar and drank a couple beers and spoke with some of the locals. There is a big scandal on the island. Bobby, the former owner of the marina, sold his liquor license for big $ to an American, thinking he would be able to get another one. When his application was denied he wanted his old license back. The new owner said no. Bobby then allegedly burnt down his house among other things. Bobby's court case is in one week in Nassau.
We met Christian at Long Island. He is recently retired from 20 years with the Coast Guard. He is single handing a Westsail 32 named Christa. He had gone forward to Mayguana but turned back when the wind shifted. He is in desperate need for a first mate with long flowing hair and a healthy appetite.
We went to an island cookout. The food was good and spicy. Chris was conned by Captain Perkins AKA mumble man for an eight dollar drink. This may have been because he was flirting with a lady that he later found was married. Bummer!
The next morning the boys took Chris out fishing. They came back with two fish and a couple lobsters. That night we initiated him into the spear-fishing community. Mike prepared the fish and also boiled the eyeballs and placed them on a plate well decorated with parsley, vegetables, and French salad dressing.
Chris ate them both without question. We were all fairly impressed and had a good laugh. 
There is a bar across from the government docks. The floor is covered in sand and there is a pool table located in the middle of the room.
The boys enjoyed playing pool while Mike and I sat at the bar and drank a couple beers and spoke with some of the locals. There is a big scandal on the island. Bobby, the former owner of the marina, sold his liquor license for big $ to an American, thinking he would be able to get another one. When his application was denied he wanted his old license back. The new owner said no. Bobby then allegedly burnt down his house among other things. Bobby's court case is in one week in Nassau.