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cautiously at tick-over speed, we guided
Namani
through until she came to rest at last, the
lone boat in a vast anchorage.
In short order, we took a refreshing dip, pumped the dinghy, and cleared customs ashore.
At anchor for a long weekend layover, the essence of our days changed completely. We
settled back into a diurnal rhythm, trading the slate-colored ocean for an aquamarine para-
dise and substituting the music of Jimmy Buffett for the voice of the weatherman. A
change we could get used to! But not yet. In the Bahamas, we were poised at the “wrong”
edge of the Caribbean and wanted to get across fast. Having toured the sleepy island and
restored order to the boat, we were off once again.
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