It’s been nearly a month that we have been exploring the Exumas. Already we have returned to the first anchorage we crossed over to from Nassau. Allans Cay, where all the iguanas are. This time, we are the only ones here. The whole anchorage to ourselves. Tara already left for Nassau. We are stalling behind them, avoiding saying goodbye to the Exumas. Tomorrow morning, we cross the “Yellow Bank” back to New Providence. Hoping this time around, will be better than the last.
It almost seems rude to leave these islands behind. Like we are supposed to leave them with something in return for the life long memories they have left us. I suppose we left several locals with faces to remember, a story to tell of two ridiculous chicks traveling on a whim…which is apparently rare?
Before Allans, we spent some time at Shroud Cay. We took Madbob (dinghy) through mangrove lined waterways that twisted and turned through the island. This allowed us to access the East side by going through versus all the way around. It all seemed very fake. The colors of the water and vegetation so bright it hurt my eyes. We looked Japanese as we tried to focus on what was ahead. Is this real life? We discovered “camp driftwood” which was listed as a must-see site in the guide books. Camp driftwood was camp waste-land. Piles of plastic. Kids toys. Shoes. Jerry cans. Nets. A hammock in some trees, and a swing. Disturbing actually. All things that had washed ashore, and became one big bundle of joy. We had fun anyways. Ran out of gas on the way home. Typical.