Bitter Guana Cay

What about this face says “pet me”?

Yesterday we left Staniel Cay for a jaunt southward to Black Point. On the way we had a lunch stop at Bitter Guana Cay to visit the protected iguanas. Gnat boats from Staniel bring loads of tourists to check out the iguanas as well. We were surprised to see the tourists trying to pet the iguanas. First, take a look at those guys – why would you want to pet that? Second, the iguanas are protected so we found it curious that the boat drivers don’t even give the slightest bit of information (like, “don’t touch the iguanas”).

Because the water was so inviting, we swam ashore instead of launching the dinghy. Delightful. Simon climbed the cliff face and made me nervous. I used to be unafraid of heights, now I am somewhat afraid of heights. But I am completely terrified of my children in heights. Getting old, I guess.

Before we left Staniel Cay, we stopped ashore again to drop off trash and investigate the grocery situation. Fortunately, we arrived just after the mail boat delivered fresh supplies for the week. Unfortunately we also arrived just after the crew from one of the big power yachts came and bought all of the fresh vegetables. They cleaned the place out: over 100 apples, 75 oranges, gallons of milk, the works. Oh well. We got ice cream, lettuce, and cucumbers. Last night for dinner we had lettuce and cucumbers with ice cream.

Just kidding, we ate at Lorraine’s Restaurant on Black Point and remembered, once again, that there is no good reason to eat ashore in the Bahamas. Simon wanted to eat healthy food for dinner last night and admitted that we failed utterly. The healthiest part of the meal was the beer. Not the fried conch fritters, fried chicken wings, mac & cheese casserole, or BBQ ribs.

Once again, I am trying to motivate the crew to come spearfishing with me. Not seeing a lot of enthusiasm yet.

Today is the first day in I don’t know how long that we have enough sunshine to run the water maker off the solar panels. It is a blazing hot bright day. Fantastic.

Moss and Bitter Guana Cay landfall.

This is where the iguanas live.

Why no sunglasses and hats? We swam to shore.

Simon the apex-predator. Moss the prey.

Cliff. Face. Cliff face.

So talented: an underwater selfie.