It was all about feeling the blues of the Bahamas today. The first blue was the moon reflecting over the blue ocean while a dolphin swam in the moon’s path. It was surreal and romantics write poems about such things I’m sure.
We had another “early” start to our day due to the morning’s excitement. We made an ambitious plan for the day; beaches, blue holes, caves and lunch. In the end, the caves didn’t happen.
To the south we went with our first stop ended up being not on the plan, but ummm, I needed a bathroom. We decided to stop at Flying Fish Marina in Clarence Town. The marina is being built up and is very lovely.
Our first planned stop was Lochabar Beach on the Atlantic Ocean side. We found a road to drive down, think it was Ridge something, parked the car at the beach sign and climbed up the ridge. Words of advice, wear shoes! My legs did get pretty scratched up because the path is overgrown with plants.
The blues were deep and the sand soft. We didn’t spend much time walking here as we had a few other stops to tick off the list. While it was beautiful, we both decided, we’ve seen it don’t need to revisit and spend more time here.
Our next stop was the Large Blue hole (or we’ve heard it called Blue Sands), across from Clem’s Cay. This was a place we had to visit due a name connection. This was our first blue hole we had ever been to. The sun was so bright it was difficult to capture it while Mike was swimming. I didn’t go in, but he said it was a little eerie swimming in it.
This is where we will return to again and pack a lunch and just hang out. Plus it had a cul du sac, perfect place to park. Mike was proud he went the correct way, stay to the left!
On our way out we spotted a church tucked off to the side. Long abandoned, but still standing.
Our next destination was a cove by Compass Rose. Now the crowds were picking up. Our first two stops were without people, now we had four girls sitting at this cove.
After Mike had a quick dip, we headed out to our final blue scene, Dean’s Blue Hole, the deepest blue hole in the world, it is reported. I had really hoped to jump in, but professional free divers were practicing for the big competition coming up at the end of April and I really didn’t want to interfere. The place was packed with people: a grouchy family of four had set up and two others were walking on the beach, plus all the free divers on the platform. We didn’t stay long, but will return.
We needed lunch at this point and headed towards home, where we hoped Tiny’s Hurricane Hole was open and it was. It is on Thompson Bay and we could see our place from it. Some cruisers had landed, so the wait was long. Living on an island you learn to go with the flow. There were no buns for sandwiches, ok…we will have the grouper with salad then. After about 45 minutes the owner came and apologized, there was a slight mix up. The kitchen ladies had taken the cut grouper bag home, instead of the bag of fish bones. They might be able to get some fish off the bones, we said it was ok. So we ate conch fritters and had an extra large salad. After we consumed the meal, we started chatting with Tim and Joanne, cruisers from Florida that have holed up in Thompson Bay for the past 2 and half months, they love it here. Their life story was fascinating, retired from the aerospace industry and just cruising around. Our quick lunch turned into 2 plus hours.
When we finally made it back, we went for a float, but the water was so clear, we knew we couldn’t miss the chance to snorkel. On the gear went and out we went!
We wore ourselves out after the day, so it was appetizers, leftovers for dinner and sunset viewing. Reflecting on the day, having the blues down here isn’t half bad!