Pete’s Pub, Little Harbor

We left Hope Town at mid-tide yesterday morning and sailed the convoluted Sea of Abaco route south around the shallows. After going about half way down that southern part of the Sea of Abaco George commented about how clear the water was. There are a lot of cuts in that area allowing water to enter and exit from the Atlantic. We anchored near Bridges Cay, not too far from Little Harbour. Then we put the dinghy in the water and motored over to Little Harbour for a late lunch at Pete’s Pub. If you didn’t know us well you would think we were pub crawling. Actually, we went to two bars in two days for the good food. Really! The food at Pete’s Pub really is delicious. George ordered coconut cracked conch (cracked conch is what they call deep fried conch) and I ordered a shrimp gyro. Both meals came with two sides, pineapple walnut slaw for both of us, quinoa salad for me and rice and corn for George. We ate our meals at picnic tables in the sand overlooking the harbor. When we finished we took a quick stroll through the gallery and gift shop. There are some really beautiful metal sculptures for sale that are made right there in Little Harbour. After we returned to the boat we had a rather unpleasant surprise when George tried to use the water maker for the first time. A Y connector that connects three hoses had broken. He put everything away and used a product called Sugru to put the connector back together. Sugru is like Silly Putty that dries into a hard plastic within 24 hours. In the meantime, George sent an email to the Rain Man representative and will arrange to have a new part sent to us somewhere in the Bahamas.

This morning we got up before sunrise and left the Sea of Abaco through the Little Harbour Cut on our way south to Spanish Wells. We motor-sailed initially until the wind picked up enough to turn the engine off. Once we entered the Northeast Providence Channel, just past the tip of Great Abaco Island, they were ships coming and going every which way. Of course, the only two that came anywhere near us did so during my watch. It always seems to happen that way. The closest one was never closer than 1 1/2 miles, but I had to keep an eye on them to make sure we were going to pass at a safe distance.

We are now tied up to a mooring ball in Spanish Wells. We aren’t sure how long we will be staying, at least two days, maybe longer.