I skipped the hot shower and jumped into the Hopetown Marina pool (they don’t care we aren’t staying here).

It’s not heated but if you’re only in there a minute you can take it.  

While I was drying in the sun a fishing boat came up with the day’s catch.  They had been trolling, 300 foot depths, on the ocean side, and boy were they biting.

Whoa…they brought in 8 or 9 wahoos and a huge mahi.  Nice.

We watched him deftly clean and filet their catch.   Slice each side, de-gut (is that a word?) it, throw the innards over the side to the feeding frenzy of dark snappers.

Ed is chatting up the fishermen, hoping for a handout.  We shall see.

Yes!! Success.

That’s a standard here, along with Mac n cheese.  It’s a quarter fried chicken wrapped in foil with enough French fries to feed an army, all stuffed into a paper bag.

Not sure what the bag is for, but the chicken was good.

We watched a dinghy (not inflatables) race yesterday, outside of the harbor on the Sea of Abacos.  There were probably 7 sunfish sailboats and as many wooden sailboats.  They’re the traditional Abacos dinghies and they’re beautiful little boats.

One of the long timers here – Will- raced in his wooden dinghy named Mac N Cheese.  Don’t think he won.

We ate both meals on the boat!  A first. It’s too tempting to hang out at one of four restaurants here.

Where they all know our names.