On Little Farmers Cay
Smiling in the turquoise sea,
Lazing in the sun at noon,
Dreaming safe beneath the moon.
Where sky meets land and sea -
my precious island Farmers Cay.
This is home to me and it will always be.
This is the refrain in the song about Little Farmers Cay we group sang at Ocean Cabin restaurant following the lead vocals of propietors Terry and Ernestine Bain. Sums it up pretty well I'd say. This cay has a unique community (founded by a freed slave and second smallest isolated community in the Bahamas) and particular brand (the only cay in the Exumas with their own flag).
Little Farmers Cay anchorage has an extremely shallow entry route. Once we made it in we were still very tentative about actually anchor spots until Ian from Stormy Weather (Ontario) came planning over at high speed, standing in his dinghy and gave us the lay if the land (sea?). Within five minutes we were all sorted out and safely anchored.
The following morning Ian was kite surfing all around the anchorage. Jumps and flips in the air, coming within mere feet of boats and masts. The currents in the anchorage had us spinning slowly round 'n round so we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast with the most beautiful scenery streaming by our field of view and a crazy kite surfer flying through every now and again. A truly remarkable breakfast! (I made it too!)
Later we landed our dinghies the Farmers Cay Yacht Club owned & operated by Roosevelt Nixon. As he was literally pointing out points of interest to us (including his daughter's home where we should knock on the front door to see some woven basket for sale) he noticed one of his mooring balls floating past. JP & I jumped in my dinghy and zoomed out to retrieve it for him. We walked the island almost from end to end under a blazing sun exploring and finding the most interesting things along the way. An hour in though we were already in need of some cool rehydration and relief. We had heard about Ocean Cabin bar & restaurant and when we finally found it (of course right near to where we started) we stopped in for some cold sodas. We got to talking with Terry and Ernestine, politics, culture, religion, history. Menus were reviewed and we decided to stay for lunch. Jokes were shared, songs were sung and a great time was had by all. Terry even showed Cassandra a special stretch for back pain.
Later that day dinghied (my new favourite verb btw) further to an adjacent key to explore a secluded grotto. Impressive.
We weighed anchor the next morning and thus missed Ocean Cabin's Wednesday hermit crab races. Apparently there is strict enforcement and testing against performance enhancing substances, but these days who knows. We'll put the races on the Way Back Up List.
|Right, Left , Center... I think we have a new font justification setting... Addendum!|
|Pics of uniformed school children and Dexter... my blog statistics better shoot up after this!|
|Preaching to the choir man|
|Stalactites & Stalagmites... just kidding not stalagmites|
|Yes we re-enacted the scene from Lion King|
|Guess whose dinghy was FULL of water when we got back. Stupid valet parking|
|Swimming towards chicks in bikinis is his motivation|