Some call it chicken harbor, others offer this one, “a trailer park combined with junior high”- ooo- zing! Hole One is the “fruit bowl” among the regulars; several of the house boats are named after fruits- cantaloupe, mango, etc. Some cruisers arrive and never travel further, others can’t wait to leave. With more to do here than you can spike a volleyball at, great provisioning and your choice of anchorages, Elizabeth Harbor is also a good jumping-off spot for Long Island, The Jumentos, Cat Island and Conception.
Regardless, the time has come our calendar says, to mosey along and visit the Bahama cays and islands we missed when we zoomed down here. Hard to believe we sailed in here on Dec 12, with less than 30 boats anchored. The latest count is 225, including a rare 190 ft yacht, Intuition II.
My final parting shot goes like this: The very day we’d heard the “trailer park/jr high” description a story was told to us from a different source that portrayed it with pathetic accuracy. Say the cruisers in the harbor have a bake sale to benefit the local school and cruisers are asked to bake and/or buy; no set prices (can’t be that organized with a setting of picnic tables under the casuarinas by Volley Ball Beach), just pay/donate what you’d like to give. And say someone who you ( the Mayor-ess of the harbor) knew (and this someone supplies you with sea treasures to hand out to your peeps) arranged with you ahead of time that they wanted to surprise their spouse with a hefty amount of the item you were baking. Follow that?
Does it matter that much if the entire pie is purchased by someone, or if it’s sold among 5 different people? And if your cliquey friends helping out didn’t bake it, where do they get off telling the person how many slices can be bought and override an agreement? So petty and so what if not enough admiration is bestowed upon your creation before it gets sold off in chunks? Ok, I’m done. See you on Cat Island.