Chub Cay on Dealership - October 12-18 2021
Tuesday, Oct 12, 2021
Tested and Bahamian Travel Visa in hand leads to touchdown Chub Cay at 2:35 pm and on board by 3:30. Greeted by Darla with rum punches for everyone and spread of snacks and finger sandwiches, we donned our suits and the gals explored the island by golf cart and the boys headed for the Chub Cay resort pool and beach. We seem to own the whole place as the pool and beach are deserted. The sandy white beach is a nice long harbor with gorgeous aqua water at the perfect temp. Sunset coming at the western horizon was spectacular. Back for a beautiful dinner in the salon of broiled spiny lobster, green beans, rice, salad and cookies.
Wednesday, October 13 - Happy Anniversary Brian and Suzanne!
The fellas and Catherine took off with Donnie in the Dragonfly and local guide Joe in his flats boat to the flats for bone fishing while those back at the boat took a long walk to find the white sandy beach followed by Drew taking us to Mamarota Island (sp?) for some bottom fishing table fish. No dinner, but the barracuda was a dandy.
Back for a fish taco lunch and then everyone took the dinghys to Mamarota Island to snorkel by the reef. Gorgeous fish, sea fans, stag horn coral, and all kinds sea life including barracuda and sharks for a fantastic afternoon. Margaritas awaited our return and another fab sunset led to a delightful dinner on the aft deck of lemon chicken pasta for dinner with salad. And then “Shit Happened.”
Thursday, October 14
The gals and Donnie took off for bone fishing: A ride to Sandy Island about 8 miles from the boat was to be the honey hole and it was indeed for beautiful scenery. We walked in the shallow light blue water in search of the bonefish and in the process found a trove of sand dollars, starfish, and sea biscuits. We kept looking and though no bonefish, we found more treasures of beached conchs and an osprey and its nest practically on the beach in driftwood. One last ditch effort took us to the flats on the other side and BINGO, huge schools of tricky bonefish. They were elusive, but finally nailed one as they torpedoed through our legs like millions of small missiles.
The adventures continued as we picked up the guys and rode about 40 minutes away to Little Harbor Island to the famed Flo’s restaurant. A pink shack atop a cliff surrounded by huge mounds of discarded conch shells, the restaurant is tucked back in the coves from the ocean. The walls are decorated with signed t-shirts, dollar bills and decals from previous visitors including Sean Connery and Orlando Bloom. The only patrons, we had preordered our fried fish, conch, and lobster along with ceviche, slaw and peas and rice, but his homemade rum punch, which did pack a punch. The bathroom is out back, literally, among a myriad of various other shacks, washing machines, and roosters. Beyond divine.
But the adventures didn’t stop there as we hop to the next island for a quick trek through the flora to discover the Blue Hole. A small salt water “pond” in the middle of the island with a cliff that is primed for jumping. A setting out of a movie, the very deep water is a rich marine blue and photographic clear. Each took their turn jumping emitting childlike squeals in the process and then effortlessly floating in the very salty water. So deserted, we could stay there forever and never be found.
We hugged the island coast line on the return for a more scenic trip, passing Little and Big Whale islands among others. Trivia tip…Shakira owns Little Whale Island.
Dinner on the aft deck of burgers, homemade truffle fries, salad, and caramel sundaes along with DJ William playing Dealership Karaoke and then Donnie’s photo movie on the TV. What a day.
Friday, October 15 - Happy Birthday Donnie!
Another beautiful day, another beautiful Darla breakfast. The morning routine and then ahoy mate as the Dealer Ship left the marina for a day “on the hook” out in the beautiful waters a mile or so from Chub. The swim float, paddle boards, and dinghies were all in play before and after a lunch of Caesar Salad with grilled chicken and sandwich meats. Post lunch, it was game on as it was a gals against the guys fish-off. Winner winner fish dinner? The girls of course 15-13 even with some suspect tactics by the fellas. And then…..out came the sloshies and the mudslides….and we slid right into pulling up the anchor and cocktail cruising home to watch a beautiful sunset.
Donnie was the man of the hour as he grilled the streaks and joined us on the aft deck for his birthday dinner including salad, green beans, and chocolate cake adorned with raspberries. He was smart enough to go to bed while all the sloshed tried their hand at the Meme game. And I meme, it was a night.
Saturday, October 16
Everyone moving a bit slow, but Drew and Donnie’s recon mission proved fruitful and loaded us all up for more adventures in the shallow waters on the other side of Chub. Today’s mission, to find starfish (not to be confused with starfishing) and spearing spiny lobster. Our first lobster “condo” was very populated and almost everyone tried their hand at spearing a lobster successfully! A bounty of 8 luscious tails and lots of ohhs and ahhs over the huge orange starfish was an indescribable and surreal experience.
A quick hop over to Palm Island (aka Gilligan’s Island) for some more snorkeling before turning back for a lunch of eastern NC barbecue, Asian slaw, and salad, and strawberry shortcake which then made for a very Berry lazy afternoon poolside.
Big plans to finally go to the Nauti/horny Rooster, the only island entertainment establishment, but a prickly Tar Heel football team and 8 pickled fans inadvertently melted into a very comfy white sofa to watch the Heels get a lucky break to beat Miami. Darla does it again with fab appetizers of grilled lobster and melted butter, lobster egg rolls and Swedish meatballs. After getting marginal reports on the Chub Cay resort food and Darla’s array of delectables, we were sorta wishing for our aft deck home-away-from-home. Combine that with sun, overindulgence, a table of very drunk 20 somethings (who were blaring their boom box table side), and suffice it to say, we were a boring bunch of old people who moved to tables outside, ONLY had one bottle of Chardonnay and went straight to bed upon return to the Dealership. And THAT is “dicative”of a week’s worth good time!
Sunday, October 17
“When it’s time to go, its time to go.” - Charles Young. But we all kissed the Buddha’s butt!!
Do I loook like I give a shit
Mama Peaches
Clyde
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