|Marco's cousin's dog, Whitey, at Rum Cay.|
Marco's (smarter) dog, who wasn't there
that day, is called Saxy (or maybe, Sexy).
Instead, we decided to stay longer, even when the winds shifted, enabling our passage to Conception, our next planned stop. Part of that is due to more than the protection of Sumner Point Marina. It's because thanks due in large part to Marco and his friends, we're enjoying our stay here.
Marco insisted on cooking us cracked conch and fries, from the fresh conch he caught in a local salt pond. He made it at the marina, so we could learn how he makes it.
|Marco dredging conch in a cornmeal batter, so|
Wayne could eat it as he is on a gluten-free diet.
|Marco improvises on his conch-beating tool.|
Beating conch is necessary to tenderize it
|James and Whitey.|
|Shawnee, Marco's girlfriend,|
|Marco & Shawnee; a sweet couple.|
"If we're not in the South Pacific," I told Marco, "We'd love to join you."
|Our Pearson 365 sailboat ketch, Journey,|
in one of the less dodgy parts of
Sumner Point Marina, Rum Cay.
April 13, 2014 BAHAMAS. Recent retrospective of our time in Rum Cay (N23.38 W74.50) at the free! (but a bit decrepit) Sumner Point Marina. By the time this posts we'll be in Conception, likely for a few days without internet.