Saturday 30 November 2013

Swimming Pigs



As a lot of you may have heard in the build up to this trip, all onboard were rather excited about one up and coming event....The swimming pigs! We zoomed off to pig beach, even more over excited as we had heard there may be not just swimming pigs but swimming piglets too. After a giggle at the pigs that came swimming out to us we beached the tender and went for a wander.... Turns out pigs are a little scary. With Abe standing by laughing, we fled along the beach as the pigs came running for us.... Esme making the ultimate decision 'camera or body' as she took a sharp rock to her hand camera held high out of harms way. 



After rather a long while and with no other options left open to us, the pigs had blocked us in to one end of the beach, we decided to ditch the 'safety' of the sharp rocks and ran screaming down the beach like a bunch of sissys....The pigs must have thought it was a game as they charged behind us!
The pigs unlike the iguanas from Allan's cay can swim and run much faster and can also jump into the tender.... So this time there was no where to hide. Abe thought it was hilarious watching us squealing like the pigs...




We decided to treat ourselves with a dinner at the yacht club where we met the famous J.Peterman from Seinfield and his band of rogue kite surfers. We were soon partying the night away...

Friday 29 November 2013

Thunderball Grotto


Over the last 3 weeks the only snorkelling we (the girls) have done has been off the side of the paddle boards. We were now faced with 'Thunderball Grotto'.  A cathedral ceilinged cave made famous by it’s part in the 1965 bond movie 'Thunderball'. Only accessible by swimming through an underwater entrance(!!). Courage was mustered even after we were informed of a shark in the cave...holding hands we dove in...... Once through the small opening we found ourselves in a cavernous space with stalactites coming down from the ceiling. The rock had a marble effect layering up the side of the cave. The water was clear, calm and full of reef fish swimming around.  The water was lit up by a small opening in the roof creating a magical place. This was truly an underwater wonderland...



We were all so pleased that Abe convinced us to swim in... This was one for us not to miss!





Thursday 28 November 2013

Water Water Everywhere....


After what we imagined the unsurpassable beauty of Shroud Cay It was difficult for us to depart from our paradise island. Eventually tearing ourselves away we continued our journey through the national park bound for the head quarters on the island of "Warderick wells".



The Exuma Land and Sea park was formed by the Bahamas national trust. It covers 176 miles containing 365 cays (perhaps we'll be here for a while...) The area was set aside as a replenishment, restoration and nursery area for all marine and wildlife. There is a no taking law by any means of marine, plant or animal life whether living, dead or fossilised. Reinforced by the park wardens and a single military presence on the patrols. The park has been said to possibly be the most exquisite cruising ground in the Western Hemisphere!

Warderick Wells is a tricky island to navigate into, with strong currents and small channels but the rewards our for careful navigation were plenty!



Sad but magnificent on the beach adjacent to the rangers office is a 52ft Sperm whale skeleton. A poignant reminder of our effect on the natural world. The sperm whale was found washed up dead on the shores after swallowing plastic bags thinking they were jellyfish. 



After a little snorkeling we took the trail leading us up BooHoo hill. An area named for an old schooner which sunk off the island centuries back leaving the crew marooned on the island. The marooned all perished as there is no fresh water supply on the island. The legend says that if you climb to the top of the hill at midnight on a full moon you can hear the ghosts of the perished singing hymns. (Hence 'boohoo hill')

'water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink'

Many sailors have passed through these waters leaving driftwood momentos of their travels in tribute to the weather and to the ghosts of sailors who haunt the shores. After our hill climb we walked down to the blow holes. The Atlantic Ocean showing off her power as she sent powerful waves against the shore blasting water into the air. 



We finally celebrated our first BBQ on board, leaving Abe in charge Esme and Pippa got stuck into our gin supply. After a yummy dinner and a few giggles we played the crews favourite game, Yahtzee! 



After a blustery night morning broke and Esme stepped down off the stern for a morning paddle, she got a big surprise as a nurse shark swam right up to her toes sending Esme scrambling back up sharpish!



After the initial 'panic' had subsided we all realised that this was a friendly shark. He just wanted to say hello. It didn’t take long for Abe to get in for a swim and the rest of us more sheepish sorts to be hanging off the ladder as he came in for a closer look! He must have decided we were ok as he grew in confidence we put our hands into the water and he came back again and again as we stroked his sand paper skin. He swam gracefully around us and Esme on her paddle board for over an hour.
We said goodbye and our new friend and left for Staniel Cay where Freyja is most excited about meeting more of the island wildlife, the legendary swimming pigs..!