Well we made it to the Marina at Emerald Bay here in Georgetown. It’s cheap! $1 per foot, 3 night minimum, 40 ft minimum, free showers, laundry. And access to the nearby Sandals and Grand Isles resorts.

For $40 per night. Are u kidding me?

But due to “high occupancy” at the local resorts we couldn’t go over there New Years Eve or the next day.

Bummer!! After a challenging 8 hour trip to get here we were disappointed.

Good news was they offered a free golf cart ride to the liquor store (which down here sells beer and wine too), which we took advantage of shortly after docking because we were slam out of everything and you can’t do New Years Eve dry can you?

There were 4 or 5 locals inside drinking at the store when we got there, greeting us with happy new year toasts and asking about Ziggy’s weird blue eye. I get that a lot, but Ed’s usual response – “she paid a lot for that” – I didn’t try. She was born with it, I said, they looked skeptical.

After a chicken barbecue on the boat we were tired and went to bed early. Ziggy joined us when the fireworks started.

Today we talked to Mario, the captan of a charter yacht we have run into a couple other times. Nice guy. We compared notes on how little fuel we use compared to him. We burn less than 1 gallon an hour, he burns 90. He says his yacht is nicer than his condo back home, I said our sailboat is nicer than camping with a tent.

Mario said we could just walk down the beach to Sandals, tip the bartender and enjoy. So we decided to give it a go.

We had tried to leave ziggy at the boat but she got out of Eds bow knot so we talked the marina staff into watching her for a little cash in return.

We made our way to Sandals past the golf course with conch shells for tee off spots via the beach. Ed played some pool and we got a couple of Bahama Mamas. When I heard it was free I felt guilty. Tipped the bartender.

But we came back, terrible cheap sailors that we are, and had another drink, the Goombay Smash. I tried to tip the bartender again and this girl refused.

Now Ed is Presbyterian and I was raised Baptist but our guilt factor was approaching Catholicism. We looked at each other and said this is wrong.

So we sang a duet with the entertainer Crash, I’m sure much to the chagrin of other vacationers.

And vowed to come back tomorrow as paying guests…maybe?