March 2-4 Marsh Harbour

Barefoot Man is a legend in the Abacos. Many boats left the marina on Saturday to go to Guayna Cay to attend the free concert which takes place Sunday at a bar called Nippers. Nippers is also legend in the area. No cars allowed on Guyana Cay. Only golfcarts. No roads as we know them. The path to Nippers is strictly a sand path. Nippers sits on a hill overlooking the nearby reefs and the Atlantic Ocean. No place available for our boat so Judy and I rode the 11am ferry on Sunday to Guyana Cay. No particular starting time announced except that it would start in the afternoon. After our arrival, Judy and I, along with Bob from Sheetless enjoyed a hamburger at another famous bar on the island called Grabbers. Grabbers overlooks a neat anchorage and a small beach. After that we wondered through the golf cart streets and paths to Nippers. Lots of frivolity taking place but the concert had not started. Soon Barefoot Man appeared amongst great fanfare and even more dancing everywhere. The crowd was decidedly middle age and older. Not sure how many people were there-perhaps 2000, but every available spot at the bar, on the patio, on the pool roof and around the pool was used. Some of the titles to the ballads he sang, were R rated, but some such as Thong Gone Wrong were borderline . Anyway it was a good time and a good place to people watch. The crowd started to fade in both enthusiasm and numbers by late afternoon. Judy and I took the 5 pm ferry boat back to Marsh Harbour and had dinner at a great restaurant, Curly Tails, overlooking the harbor.

Monday-a quiet day- I rode the foldie to the grocery store to get a few things. Then off to the bakery to get more fresh bread-they were out of coconut so I settled for plain old white bread. Windy today but still warm. The docks filled with returning boats from Guyana. When you dock there is not a shortage of hands to help. Tuesday was devoted to checking out the sacrificial engine zincs. Many needed changed. They had not been changed since we left. Salt water is very hard on them and they do their job and are eaten away very fast. The evening was very warm, so the 5 o'clock cocktail party took place on dock 4. I think Judy and I are the only ones on the dock without a conch shell to blow. I think you must have to be a former tuba player to really be able to blow on the conch shell and make any sustained sound, but anyway there was lots of practicing blowing the conch shell at the dock tonight. Some are very good. Sausage on the grill was the featured item on the menu tonight. Last night it was steak stir fry left over from the Saturday night steak fry and Conch chowder which was purchased at a smallish local fish market with limited selection.

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