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November 25, 2007
Barefoot Cay Marina
Roatan, Bay Islands, Honduras
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Yesterday marked our first “cruiser”
Thanksgiving, and as we had the most galley and salon space,
we served as the mothership for the flotilla in Utila,
hosting folks from four other boats for the potluck: Tempest,
Wind Free, BabSea (who was with us at Tijax) and
Connie Marie. New Emma Jo guests for dinner
record: 12 total.
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First, the logistics: plate
station on top of the television; beverage service on the
back deck table; food spread out on the galley breakfast
bar, including turkey, cornbread stuffing, cranberry sauce
and gravy; turkey gumbo (50% of the boats in the anchorage
are from Louisiana), dirty rice, broccoli rice, garlic
mashed potatoes, candied yams, and the obligatory green bean
casserole – wonderful how a potluck is an organic thing,
containing exactly what is necessary without a whole lot of
intervention and control.
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The company was fine – no bar
fights, political brawls or obnoxious drunks – and our feast
lasted from 2 in the afternoon until nearly 9 at night.
Lots of laughter, great sea stories, and reassurance that
our fellow man isn’t such a bad creature when we get
together to share a ritual over food.
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Friday morning, we left at a reasonable hour for the 34-mile
passage to Roatan. The crossing was mild, though of course
just as we made the turn thorugh the coral reef into Brick
Bay, a squall came up. We opted to stay a few days at a
marina, since we’ve been at anchor for two weeks straight,
and picked Barefoot Cay Marina, which is halfway between the
two principal towns on Roatan, French Harbor and Coxen
Hole. Barefoot Cay sent a lancha to meet us at the pass,
and they guided us into our spot at the marina. What a
beautiful spot!
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Our next-door neighbors are a
group of 5 30-something Italians in a 1971 58-foot Hatteras
called Liquid Minds. They are the dive outfitters
for Barefoot Cay – hopefully I’ll have a chance to do a
refresher course, since I haven’t been out since my
certification dive last December.
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On the next pier over is a
93-foot go-fast yacht owned by some rich guy in Mexico City
who has the clout and the cajones to have had a private pier
built for him in Acapulco. The sucker burns 200 gallons of
fuel per hour – you do the math – and expects his boat to be
delivered to Acapulco for him by Christmas. The only thing
they didn’t think about is the fact that there is no fuel
dock here – it all comes over by fuel-truck-on-a-barge!
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Jan the Webmeister
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