We woke up with the sun on Sunday, which ended up being at 5:45 a.m. I would like to say that the early wake up was a one-time thing, but every day was like that. We got ready to make sail by cleaning up around the boat. We had some issue with Ample Hamper not delivering all of the food we needed although they charged my mom's credit card a month early, but we got it sorted out, sort of.
I can't even begin to explain how beautiful this place is.
The draw of Ample Hamper was that we could order food in advance as a way to guarantee that it would be shipped from the mainland and there for our use while on vacation. Plus, they deliver right to the boat--no waiting. The problem was they didn't have all of our order. None of the meat we requested was there the first or second time that they delivered to us.
Luckly, there was a service provided by Bobby's Supermarket that would send a guy by our boat to pick us up and take us shopping and then deliver us back to the boat free of charge, so we were able to get the remaining items we would need for the week.
We set sail for Norman Island and the Bight. The sailing across the Sir Francis Drake Channel was smooth and excellent. We moored at the Bight and dinghied out to The Indians for some snorkeling. The snorkeling was ok. I was mostly darker colored coral and some idy bidy fish. We came back from The Indians to The Bight where the charter was moored and took a cockpit shower off the back of the boat. I didn't understand that you got wet in the ocean water, shampooed and rinsed with ocean water, conditionered, and then go to the head (sailing slang for bathroom) and wash your conditioner out along with your unmentionable areas. The point is to save the majority of your fresh water stores so that you have it until the next time you make port and refill.
So there I was sticking my hands into my tankini top to wash my boobs and into my tankini bottoms to wash my crack. Finally, mom mentioned I should go below and finish and we all got a good laugh. We dressed like floozies and went for a drink at the Willy T (The William H. Thornton) which is a perminantly anchored schooner/restaurant/bar that is a hotspot of entertainment for locals as well as cruisers/vacationers.
All I have to say to describe the atmoshphere is that there was a running powerpoint of pictures showing naked girls taking shots off of each other at this place. But it also had food so we ordered and had a drink. A WHILE later our food came and again my food sucked. I had salmon and it was overcooked. Mom and Brit had conch fritters, Bruce had excellent ribs. We made it back to the boat after dinner and went to sleep a while after the sun went down--it was about 7:30 p.m.
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