Bay of Five Pirates, Berry Islands, Bahamas (anchored)
March 23, 2022
Walking to the beach was more challenging for me today.
I struggled to sleep last night unlike Captain John who seemed to fall asleep within seconds (I know this because I listened to him breathe). Our wind generator is a little noisy and occasionally stops and starts, so I just can’t get used to its sound (but I listened to that all night, too).
There were no slugabeds on Lailia this morning: John jumped up to check the batteries (under the mattress) as soon as I got up to go to the bathroom and then stripped the bed so he could wash the sheets. The captain’s good night of sleep energized him while I was riding the struggle bus. I was just so tired.
The wind direction changed so the waves were much lower. There were some pretty cool critters right at the water line today, all of which are in the same phylum (to nerd out a bit)
There are boas in the Bahamas, too. I have been hoping to see one so hard that I have misidentified a myriad of objects as snakes. It’s one of the ways I have started entertaining myself as we walk, especially since there’s a lot of discarded stuff along the roads here. The adrenaline jolt is energizing, too. So basically I am walking slowly taking pictures of trash and laughing.
I did get to see a brown anole, though.
The highlight of today was a spontaneous gathering of boaters in the marina. Just talking to other folks who are living aboard is comforting. We made plans to dinghy through Shark Creek tomorrow – there’s an excellent chance we’ll see some sea turtles as well sand dollars, more starfish, and other things that will make my science nerd heart happy while John will get to talk to someone who’s not constantly taking pictures of trash. Seems like a win-win.
Life on Lailia 