Prince was literally going wild as he was so ready to go to shore. All aboard are supposed to stay aboard until the ship is cleared by customs, but after an hour of waiting, I finally let Coleen quickly take him to do his business. I guess 48 hours at sea was long enough for him.
It took a while to fill out the stack of forms, most of which asked for the same information. The Customs officer finally showed up around noon and I met him in the dockmasters office. It took about a half hour to complete the paperwork. The whole time I was cheerful on the outside, but inside sweating bullets that he would notice that my ships documentation was set to expire in about 10 days. Thankfully he didn't notice or care and after paying the $300 fee we were soon taking down the yellow flag and raising our colorful Bahamian courtesy flag.
After a quick lunch, we set out to explore the island. It was a bit of a walk to Bullock’s Harbour, the very small town. It held a few tiny stores, a very nice school, and a couple of churches. It was a hot walk in the sun and our little dog gave up after the first mile and had to be carried. You’d think after our long voyage he’d have been ready to walk forever, but no so on those little legs. All told we walked 5.8 miles, according to our Runkeeper tally, and we were exhausted but happy.
Later we had a little hog dog cookout supper on Andente’s sundeck. I was so tired that by 8 p.m. I was back in my bunk under the covers. I didn’t wake again until 6 a.m. when a wake shoved the boat against the dock hard.
Today we’re not really sure what we’re doing, maybe heading on, maybe attending an island fundraiser/party.