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|Saturday, December 12, Stocking Island, Exuma Cays N 23°31.3' W 75°41.7'|
Jack here again…
BTW, Bob the Whacko, still steers the boat but he’s having more problems shifting between a pair of UV sunglasses which he claims are best for ‘reading the water’ and reading glasses for ‘reading the chart’. I’ll keep to ‘sniffing the shoreline’; there being nothing to sniff on a chart except his spilled ketchup stains…his T-shirt’s getting pretty ripe.
We’ll get back to sleeping positions, sleeping patterns; but first get this…he is trying to put glasses on me…calls it a snorkel mask; and then massive rubber booties called fins. AIS…as I said…simply whacko.
He hopes to catch fish or spear lobsters once outside this beautiful Exuma Park where sadly dogs must be leashed and only allowed on beaches. I did see one over populating ‘endangered’ and thus ‘protected’ rat on the island called a “hutia”; an infestation problem I’d solve in one night ashore unleashed.
Bob here again…
Adding up my nap time plus night sleeping time…well maybe I won’t put that to ink yet…but his total down time recently approaches 20 hours in a 24 hour day (the rest being eating, private tramp time, dinghy time, and beach time),…that’s usual down time for a Labrador but not a Jack Russell. I expect camped out and mostly leashed at the Georgetown Volleyball University next to the Chat ‘n Chil beach bar, he’ll be more active being more appreciated by university students…entrance requirements being >50 years of age…>15 pounds overweight…>5 cruising yarns, real or make-believe…>1 Kalik beer per day, the preferred Bahamian brew.
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