{"id":984,"date":"2017-07-30T20:20:05","date_gmt":"2017-07-30T20:20:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/?p=984"},"modified":"2017-07-30T20:20:05","modified_gmt":"2017-07-30T20:20:05","slug":"alone-in-green-turtle-cay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/2017\/07\/alone-in-green-turtle-cay\/","title":{"rendered":"Alone in Green Turtle Cay"},"content":{"rendered":"

From Powell Cay we backtracked about 15 nautical miles to Green Turtle Cay<\/a>, a popular destination among boaters with its lovely beaches, protected natural harbors, several marinas and boatyards, good anchorages and mooring fields, and a historic town. A lot to offer in a small three-mile long package with less than 500 inhabitants. We chose a mooring buoy in Black Sound, because it was close to New Plymouth, the historic town.<\/p>\n

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New and historic at the same time. It reminds me of the “antiques made here” sign.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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New Plymouth was founded by crown loyalists in the 18th century<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Narrow streets and unique architecture<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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As in most small islands, golf carts are the main means of transportation<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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One of the three grocery stores<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Ten dollars worth of grapes<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

We had an additional reason to stop at Green Turtle Cay: Kathy was democratically elected as the parental representative to our daughter’s graduation in California, so she had to make a flash trip to an ocean far away. Green Turtle Cay is\u00a0a very convenient place to drop off or pick up crew. After a 10-minute ferry ride, a 5-minute taxi ride and 60-minute flight in a propeller plane, you are in Florida. And the ferry will detour from its route to pick you up right at the boat.\u00a0I stayed taking care of the boat, feeding the cat, and provisioning for our upcoming passage back to the US.<\/p>\n

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Footmark of bad weather in Black Sound<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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It was rewarding to stroll the beaches in those rare occasions when it wasn’t raining, it wasn’t too hot, and there weren’t too many mosquitoes.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Gillam Bay<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Ocean side<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

One late morning I was brushing my teeth, not expecting Kathy until the early afternoon ferry. I heard a faint voice shouting “Juan!” and there she was, way too early, calling me to help with her suitcase as she approached \u00d1and\u00fa aboard a skiff. It turns out that a woman she shared the flight and the taxi with was coming to a nearby boat; her friends picked her up and brought Kathy as well. The downside was that instead of the glamorous reception to a clean and tidy boat I had intended, I received her with a pile of dirty dishes and a toothpaste-drooling, perplexed face.<\/p>\n

Kathy\u00a0came back with a hair cut, a load of nuts, and as many chocolate bars as we had provisioned for our entire stay in the Bahamas, even though we expected to be back in the US in a week. You don’t find good quality chocolate in the Bahamas, and the original provision was long gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

From Powell Cay we backtracked about 15 nautical miles to Green Turtle Cay, a popular destination among boaters with its lovely beaches, protected natural harbors, several marinas and boatyards, good anchorages and mooring fields, and a historic town. A lot to offer in a small three-mile long package with less than 500 inhabitants. We chose … Continue reading “Alone in Green Turtle Cay”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-984","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7GCAo-fS","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/984","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=984"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/984\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1020,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/984\/revisions\/1020"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=984"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=984"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nandu.world\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=984"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}