Black Point - Big Majors - March 21 - March 26, 2009



As we left you, we had just landed in Black Point. As we came through the
cut, we were hard against the northern rocky shore due to the wind coming
from that quarter and my preferring to be upwind in such a situation. A boat
on the inside, where it's protected (and likely the route we'll take north,
too), just then took our picture as they were going north to Staniel Cay,
calling us on the VHF to tell us of a great shot they'd gotten right up
against the rock. Unfortunately for us, while they had planned to return to
Black Point and deliver it to us on a memory stick, they never came back, so
we'll have to wait to see what they looked like!

After we threw out the hook in about 8 feet of water, we finished the last
of the Cat Island baker's bread for breakfast, and went ashore.

The expected nasty weather arrived, but mostly without rain - just very
windy. We'd also not seen any other than what turned out to be just internal
networking for a couple of schools, but a couple of local establishments had
wifi available for free, if you went there.

One of them is Lorraine's, a local and area legend of a small eatery with an
Internet café attached. The Internet café had more room in it than the
restaurant, and was supplied, free, for donations. With several free
machines, or a half-dozen ethernet cable connections, or your laptop's wifi
adapter, you were welcome to use it, kindness of the hostess and her
husband, Uriah.

Lorraine's is a cruiser gathering place, and on Monday of our week there, we
had a banquet of conch fritters for appetizers, ribs, jerk chicken, grouper,
rice and peas, lettuce and tomato salad, macaroni and cheese, and cole slaw.
It was nominally a gathering to honor a cruising couple's 40th wedding
anniversary, so their cake was dessert the 15 of us there. Throughout our
time there many cruisers (well, as many as were in the tiny harbor there)
ate lunch or dinner there. On our first night, being the weekend, we found
ourselves leaving the Internet café through a throng of locals. Here, as
well as everywhere we've been in the Bahamas, the locals have been
unfailingly gracious and helpful, welcoming us and other cruisers to their
home islands. While this crowd was overwhelmingly young and male, they were
eating but not drinking; alcoholism seems not to be a problem in the islands
we've visited.

One example of the local graciousness and hospitality, there being no gas or
diesel on the island, was Lorraine's offer to have a local, on their way to
work, fill jerry cans at Staniel Cay, just 5 miles up the line, returning
them the next day. The local turned out to be Uriah, who makes the trip each
day. He offered to take it to the dock in his pickup truck, where he'd
loaded it from his boat, but it was out with one of their children, taking a
grandchild home. Instead, he offered to bring it to the boat on his way to
work the next day. Sure enough, we heard the can being placed on the
platform early the next morning.

In my first visit to the café I saw a computer mouse sitting on the counter,
with the cord wrapped around it. As I'd brought Lydia's Mom's laptop along,
not knowing that there were free machines as well, to use for my catching
up, I thought to use it. I discovered that the reason it was all wound up
was that someone had damaged most of the pins, presumably in trying to force
it into the receiver in the wrong position. Ever the tinkerer, I
straightened the pins, and, sure enough, it worked on the laptop.
Hallelujah! I let Lorraine know I'd fixed it, at which she smiled broadly
and thanked me, and I went back to work.

While I was waiting for a page to load, I took a look around and saw, also,
a couple of hard drives sitting on the other side of the flat-screen monitor
next to where I was working. Hmm. Gotta be a reason for that/those! So, I
asked her, and she said they seemed to be dead, which explained the
non-operational monitor. I asked if she minded if I'd take a look at them,
and she happily agreed.

More "cruising is" - but this time, someone else' stuff :{)) Following up on
those drives, from her answers to my troubleshooting questions, I suspected
something else, so before I actually took them, I promised to do some
investigating. Shortening a geeky story, I did lots of drive swapping with
different computers there, without success in making either the dead machine
from which they'd come work or proving their "life on a known good machine.
I finally took them back to the boat where I had some utilities with which
to check them out. One of them was, indeed, dead, but the other appeared
fine. Unfortunately for the end of the story, the good drive would not load
Windows, either from their damaged rescue disk, or my original full system.
So, 4 days later, I finally admitted defeat - but, at least, she knows she'll
have to send her tower off for repair.

In the course of my troubleshooting, I repositioned her router so that the
laptops in the café could see it (the way a laptop gets its Internet signal)
more reliably. Along the way in our several days there, we discovered the
other freebie site, a bar across the street. In the process (well, as a
result of) of my router adjustments for Lorraines, we were then able to see
it from our boat, and even, one day, got the other, Scorpio's. As usual, we
helped out our neighbors by allowing them to use our internal wifi
distribution.

Lorraine's Internet connection is through a Hughes satellite system, with
the dish for reception planted in her front yard. One of the realities of
the Hughes system, only about the level of ISDN bandwidth, is that you can't
use Skype due to the level of traffic needed to support it. We also learned
that one can't upload picture files, such as to Shutterfly, Lydia's photo
gallery of all we're doing, as it overloads the bandwidth. The Hughes
software shuts down as a precaution against a virus that is mass mailing or
otherwise commandeering the bandwidth. Working through the troubleshooting
screens with Lorraine showed that there was still communication with the
satellite, but service wouldn't be restored for a few minutes. So, in
addition to the hand-made signs stapled to the walls cautioning against
Skype, caution against large uploads is the order of the day for her
Internet café. And, being a satellite, even precipitation can degrade, or
lose, the signal. Still, at "free" (donations and the inevitable eating and
drinking costs there aside), it's the only game in town.

By the time we left Black Point, we'd made fast friends of Lorraine and her
family. She presented us with some conch fritter batter she'd made up for us
without our knowing about it in advance. We enjoyed it the very next day,
aboard :{))

While there in Black Point, we also went to see the blowhole fed by a choke
point in the shoreline, during one of the windier times with the waves in
the right direction. We've got lots of pictures of it spouting and
splashing, 20 feet higher than the ocean, and inland far enough that you
could stand upwind with the ocean behind you, and not catch any of the
spray. On the other hand, a good couple hundred feet downwind was wet from
its eruptions!

Laundry, cave exploring, driftwood hunting, shelling and other jewelry-part
scavenging rounded out our explorations ashore. Even the laundry is a local
experience; if nobody's there, hail them on your handheld and they'll come
and sell you the required tokens for your washer and dryer loads. This
laundermat, is it's spelled here, is widely lauded, and we agree, to be the
very cleanest and neatest self-wash you'll ever find. A book exchange here
and at Lorraine's provided us with new reading fodder, as we find ourselves
devouring books at a great rate.

Many other enjoyable times and acquaintances were had while we were in Black
Point, but at 3:30 in the afternoon on the 26th, we sailed off our anchor
for Big Majors. We had light winds and made a broad reach to downwind sail
on our first leg. With 5 knots of apparent wind on our 150* heading down
wind, we were making 4.1 knots on a course of 310*, but turned the corner at
our waypoint onto a beat. With apparent wind of 30*, our going upwind turned
the light breeze into 15 knots as we made 4.5 knots into a course of 45*.
All in all a very pleasureable sail and we had the anchor down in about 8'
of water in Big Majors by 5:15PM.

On the way in, I tested the Internet connection at sea. A couple of miles
east of Harvey Cay and south of Staniel Cay, I picked up the Sampson Cay
Club and Marina, again proving the worth of our system which, many times,
has allowed us to be in internet wifi contact while under way. That
connection persisted as we pulled into Big Majors, we are happy to report,
as I got my internet fix and Lydia got to talk to her kids on VoIP (Voice
over Internet Protocol) connections through Skype and Googlechat, in the
middle of nowhere, so to speak.

As it's getting long, we'll leave you here, as we catch up on our internet
and enjoy our dinner aboard.

Stay tuned!

L8R

Skip and crew


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