On Dec 26, 6:48*pm, Skip Gundlach wrote:
In Hock, or The Twists and Turns of Nassau

So, we arrive in Nassau in fine fashion. *When we left you, we were
waiting for Customs, and, later, Immigration. *Immigration was a very
short, sweet, encounter, and had the same courtesy and casual nature
(though far less involved, Customs involving umpteeen forms and about
an hour sitting on the dock) as our experience with Customs.


It would be helpful for details here. names of forms, fees, Say
something useful for sailors......



Once hooked, I got the dinghy down, and as I was putting the engine
on, noticed, in the current, a line with a mass at the end. *I’d
thought that our “Kitty Rescue System” (the braided lines we have over
the side for Portia to climb out with should she go in the water), had
unravelled. *No such luck…

It was our stern mooring line, ½” nylon three-strand, which we’d made
from some cast-off line we’d found in Saint Simons Island. *Dang!
Just like in our delivery trip all this time ago, except that it
didn’t’ jack the transmission out of the plate, for which we’re very
thankful! *I picked up the mass and heaved it up, for later
inspection.


So nobody on watch actually watches and looks? That is disturbing.
Bob

Skip and "crew"