|That's Saralane anchored out there|
From there we went south again and anchored at Big Majors Spot, just around the corner from Staniel Cay. There’s a grotto just off the tip of Staniel Cay called Thunderball Grotto where lots of movies have shot scenes. (hint…. “Bond, James Bond.”) We got there just past slack low tide and could already feel the tide against us as we swam into the grotto. It was a shallower snorkel than the aquarium and full of bright fish and coral. It wasn’t long before the current was too strong to swim against to get inside the grotto but we stayed and snorkeled around the outside rocks and watched the fish swishing back and forth in the current.
We hopped back in the dinghy and headed for the beach nearest the anchorage for a walk. Steve and Cindy had told us about the swimming pigs at Staniel Cay but we’d completely forgotten about them until we were close enough to the beach to see this…
Big bold pigs! They weren’t aggressive but their size and the speed with which they approached us made them seem intimidating at first. They’re clearly accustomed to having people around and once they realized we didn’t have any treats for them, they lost interest in us.
We heard a little squeaky noise farther down the beach and stopped and waited until this little one came out for a quick peek at us. Cute!
Our aim was to be back in Farmers Cay for the annual regatta – traditional Bahamian sloops compete in two days of races and locals and visitors come from all over to watch. We arrived in time for the second day of racing; the weather was perfect and there was some spirited sailing and equally spirited drinking. We watched one race from the deck of Saralane and followed a second race in our dinghy. The sloops sailed several legs; downwind right through the fleet of sailboats anchored off the beach, round the mark and back upwind. They’re small, elegant, brightly painted boats and the crews climb up narrow planks of wood that they move from side to side to hold the windward side of the boat down. Here are a few of my favorite shots...
Steve was on the race committee, as he has been for several years, and he was given an award for his years of enthusiastic work on behalf of the regatta.
Back at Steve and Cindy’s house we opened a bottle of “Fire in de Hole” ('Erotic Rum of the Bahamas' if we're to believe the label) to celebrate and watch the sun go down.