In some cemeteries in the Bahamas people are buried in a sarcophagus like this one, sometimes because there may be a low water table in the ground.  In other places, including Bimini, we have seen this custom of painting or putting a permanent photograph of the deceaseds on the tombstone or a sarcophagus. A nice thing.

 

Bannerman Town is on the remote southeast lower corner of Eleuthera.  In the mid 19th century there was a thriving town here.  They had shops, homes and cobblestone streets, and a church. The remains of the Episcopalian church, shown above, are hidden in the bush and difficult to find.   As best we can tell, it was built around 1850, and this is all that remains of the settlement  175 years later. The reason this much is leftof the church because it was sturdily built of local limestone;  the wooden roof is long since gone.  Note the exterior stone buttresses.

 

There is a small settlement of Bannerman nearby, but that is composed of a handful of newer buildings.

 

Learning about local history in remote parts of the Bahamas is difficult.  Finding anything about this church took a significant amount of digging which produced scant information.

 

 

 

The altar at the front of the church proudly remains.

 

 

Even the smaller settlements in the Bahamas often have several churches, some of them active or others abandoned.  This is St. Luke’s Anglican Church in Rock Sound, on the west coast of Eleuthera.  Yes, it is literally on the main road, and a stone’s-throw from the water. I guess in Rock Sound it is difficult for people to say they didn’t go to church because they didn’t know where it was.

Da Beach.

 

 

In Waterford, at the Davis Harbour marina, we met Donovan Anderson, born and raised on Eleuthera.  What a superb young man – bright, articulate and well educated.  He saw we had bought some local pineapples, and he showed his exceptional knowledge of Eleutherian variety, a very special kind of pineapple. More on that in the next Letter.  He also taught us how to make a bush-medicine tea for joint pain, by shaving the outer skin, boiling it, and then putting the result through a sieve.

 

 

In a small settlement in S. Eleuthera is this “Car Wash.”  Not quite the automated version we see in the U.S.

Unfortunately this one is no longer in use and the building abandoned, but several years ago it was active, and the owner made good use of his bucket of water, sponge and chamois.

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Rum Cay is a small island in the remote southern Bahamas.  The population when we first visited Rum in 2010 was around 69.  Today it is less than 60.  This photo, below, is from 2011.

 

 

There is no deepwater harbour on Rum, but there was this small gem of a marina which made you feel as if you had travelled to the far side of the world. To enter the Sumner Point marina you had to wend your way through a complex path of shallow water strewn with coral heads, some of them just a few inches below the surface – just waiting to bend your propellers or puncture a hole in your boat. A puckering experience….

 

It was at Rum that we first met the extraordinary, multi-talented owner of the marina, Bobby Little.   He is originally from Miami, a high school graduate but better educated than a PhD.  He moved to the Bahamas, and soon morphed into a Bahamian.  In his youth he was an award-winning skateboarding champion. Besides being a hands-on marina operator (dredging the marina with a backhoe), he is a world class chef, a pilot, and a highly recognized artist, mostly in carving fossilized coral.  He has been described as a Renaissance man.

 

Bobby Little in 2011

 

We spent many exceptional days there, with Bobby going boat-to-boat asking for ingredients he needed for the evening’s meal.  There was always fresh fish, locally caught and creatively done, and most everyone pitched-in around the kitchen work table helping with the prep work. The “club house” was a a beautiful open layout stone building.  There was a big bar, and those who did not wish to cook, just drank, and added each drink to the tally on the bar.  No one ever failed to enter every last drink.

 

The bar. Not much fun happening here.

 

World class fishing and diving, right off shore.

 

Bobby in the kitchen.  The rather large individual to the right of Bobby is Rasta.

 

Rasta.  He’s a Rastafarian.  A massive man; he must be almost 6’6” tall, with dreadlocks down to his waist. When he coils the dreadlocks on top of his head, it makes him almost a foot taller. Despite his size he is a kind, gentle giant. 

 

Here’s a story which some of you may remember. Before we left Rum Cay one year, I brought Rasta one of our boat shirts as a gift, and apologized because the biggest we had was a XXL, and knew it wouldn’t fit.  He said:  “It dunt mattah if da shirt dunt fit; what mattah is dat you taught of Rasta.”  We hear that he is either on Cat Cay or in Fort Lauderdale.  Like Bobby, Rasta is an outstanding artist, who often also carves in fossilized coral.  We have a number of Bobby’s and Rasta’s exceptional pieces.

 

Bobby and Rasta on the dock at Rum Cay.

 

Bobby in his ceremonial dress, likely carrying conch shells which he has made into horns, to be traditionally blown with the setting sun.

 

Being at Rum Cay, as described above, was an almost mystical experience, which unfortunately came to an end. That’s the second part of this story: what happened to Bobby and why the marina no longer exists.  And, where is Bobby today and what is he doing?

 

We’ll talk about that in our next Letter.

 

Thanks for joining us.

 

Greg and Barbara

 

 

Copyright Greg Allard  2024

 

 

Our sincerest thanks to Greg and Barbara Allard for once again sharing their thoughts and beautiful photography from their Bahamas cruises. These photos and descriptions will have you aching to follow in Meander‘s wake! For more of this excellent photography, type Allard in our Homepage search window for letters from previous cruises.

 

 

Boats kept in salt water need to have their bottoms periodically cleaned of marine growth.  Since we had been cruising for over three months, we hired this diver who did an excellent job.  His name is Ivanhoe Sweeting, and there are many “Sweetings” on Spanish Wells.  He is 49 years old, a native of the Cay, and had been a commercial lobster fisherman. That work is exhausting, so he took up local day-fishing where he would not have to be out at sea for months at a time. And of course he works as a diver.

 

 

 

 

Every other Saturday on Spanish Wells there is a Farmers’ and Artisans’ Market.  This friendly gentleman is “Farmer Kieth Kelly”, also a native of the Cay.  He had some beautiful vegetables which we bought, since fresh produce is sometimes difficult to find in the Bahamas.

 

 

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This photo was taken by our friends Steve and Diane Koch, of a SpaceX launch a couple of weeks ago.  We missed it, as we were already asleep.  The Bahamas are downwind of most of Musk’s satellite launches, so on a clear night the view of the rocket is superb as it passes overhead.

 

 

 

Virtually every home on Spanish Wells, and on most other Bahamian islands, grows bananas.  There are many varieties.  All very good.

 

The name Spanish Wells come from the Spanish sailing fleets which regularly stopped there for the abundant supply of fresh water.

 

 

Ephasia, a Haitian girl, who lives in the ghetto on Russell Island. We picked her up in our golf cart as she was walking four miles to work on a brutally hot day. She works at Wreckers restaurant, at our marina. Spoke almost no English.

Our sincerest thanks to Greg and Barbara Allard for once again sharing their thoughts and beautiful photography from their Bahamas cruises. These photos and descriptions will have you aching to follow in Meander‘s wake! For more of this excellent photography, type Allard in our Homepage search window for letters from previous cruises.

Hello everyone – After our 2022 cruise to the
Bahamas, we decided to downsize a bit; a smaller
boat would make it easier to find transient space in
marinas as we cruise, and a newer, smaller boat
would also lessen some of the maintenance. Our
existing boat was a 34 year old 65’ Tollycraft, one of
the best boats we have ever owned. She sold very
quickly, and then our search began. We did not find a
replacement until early summer of 2023, so we
missed the opportunity to visit the Bahamas last year.
We have a number of new readers who have just
joined us in receiving this letter, so we hope that those
of you who have been regulars will understand that
we will cover some of the basics.

This is the new Meander: she is a 47’ Grand Banks.
For those familiar with boats who recognize the
Grand Banks name, the company has built thousands
of boats over the years; for a long time their boats
were displacement boats, meaning that they cruised
at about 7-9 knots, or approximately 10 mph. Grand
Banks then hired the noted naval architectural firm of
Sparkman and Stephens to redesign the hull, allowing
it to achieve higher speeds – and to plane – which
means instead of pushing through waster, the boat
would rise up and ride on top of the the water.

The Grand Banks we found is a 2009 model, with twin
500HP Cummins diesel engines. She has bow and
stern thrusters, a fly-bridge, stabilizers, a generator,
and a watermaker – for making drinkable fresh water
from salt water – important in the Bahamas. During sea
trials, she topped out at 24 knots, or a bit over 27
mph. She will also cruise comfortably at 9 knots, at
significant savings in fuel costs. We’ll mostly cruise at
a slower speed, especially with diesel fuel in the
Bahamas over $6.00 a gallon.

The new Meander – a 47’ Grand Banks Heritage EU.

We departed for Bahama this year from the east coast
of Florida, around the N.Palm Beach area. The
crossing to our first stop in the Bahamas (Port
Lucaya) is around 78 nautical miles. It takes the
better part of a day to make this open ocean passage,
and if you don’t watch the weather carefully, it can be
a nasty, rough passage. This year there were weather
fronts continually, bringing high winds, so we had to
wait about 2 weeks for a decent weather-window. We
made the first two thirds of the crossing at a leisurely
8-9 knots, but for the last portion we “opened her up”
and ran at 16-17 knots, as shown above. Quite an
exhilarating run, especially since at this speed the
engines drank 40 gallons per hour. Since we had a

second day of calm weather, we departed Port
Lucaya the next morning to make a second long
crossing to the Berry Islands.

A view off the stern of our boat, on the trip from
Lucaya. During such an open water ocean crossing,
you have to continually contend with huge ships;
avoiding them is important. This one was headed
right towards us, but then changed course to pass to
our stern, He was correctly following the international
rule for such situations, since we were crossing in
front of him from his starboard (right) side.
Regardless of the “rules” we always keep out of their
way. Some of the largest such ships can take several

miles to even stop.

The beauty of the Bahamas is unmatched – waters
which we have often described as “gin clear”, and
spectacular beaches with magical colors. Our regular
readers know that what we most love about the
Bahamas is the people; they are warm, friendly, of
great humor and just delightful. They operate at a
different pace and newcomers take a while to adjust.
Very little is urgent in the Bahamas.

Our first layover is in the Berry islands, one of favorite
places in all the Bahamas. This is the Beach Club, on
the north shore of Great Harbour Cay, overlooking
one of the best beaches anywhere. We’ve spent
many an afternoon at this place, having a wonderful
lunch of cracked conch and some cold Bahamian
brewed Kalik beer.

This is Clinique, with her magnificent smile, who has
been our waitress at the Beach Club over many
years. She proudly showed us a picture of her lovely
daughter Chastinique. Such beautiful names.

Even Paradise has its flaws. Unfortunately for the
several hundred people who live on this small, remote
island, they have been enduring “road torture” for over
a year. Based on numerous trips to this island, we
have seen that the roads are always filled with
potholes which can break car axles and throw bikers
to the ground. Over a year ago, the government
undertook a major program to repave all of the roads
on Great Harbour Cay. A contractor arrived, and
stripped the asphalt from almost all of the roads,
leaving an ever worse condition than they started
with. In the above photo part of the road has been
stripped (the light color at the top of the photo), and
you can see the huge pothole in the foreground, in the

yet unstripped road. While you can’t see it in this
photo, there are even more potholes in the stripped
roads, and they are much more difficult to see as you
approach them. The local people are incredibly
frustrated. Several reasons have been given for the
incredible delay, but it is accepted as a normal
expectation for the workings of the Bahamian
government, with its lack of concern for the well-being
of the Bahamian small “out islands”. There are just not
enough votes on this island.

This is Freddy, one of the dockhands at the Great
Harbour Cay marina. He’s excellent at assisting
boats to dock, in tying up the lines and deploying
fenders. He is a genuinely good person, warm and
friendly, but he does have the odd habit of talking to
himself most of the time. That doesn’t interfere,

however, with his excellent work. In defense of
Freddy, with increasing frequency I find that I talk to
myself too. And none of it makes much sense.
Thanks for joining us on this first leg of our cruise.
Warmest regards to you all.
Greg and Barbara
Copyright Greg Allard, 2024