Today was the final day of regatta. I have to confess that while we had a good time being in and around the festivities, the overall event only gets one thumb up. This was due mostly to the lack of wind over all three days of racing. I guess it's just really not very interesting to watch racing boats drift around at 2 knots. Maybe next year.
Anyhow, we went into the regatta park site around noon. Amy checked out several of the straw market vendors and while I was off sampling 3 for 6 dollar High Rock Bahamian lagers, Amy bought a 4 foot wide sombrero style hat that looks like a cross between a flying saucer and the hat that the wicked witch of the west wore in the Wizard of Oz.
We scored two seats for us and three for Amy's new hat under the shade of the regatta pavilion and watched the A boats and then the B boats drift slowly around the course and the day rolled slowly by.
Around 3 pm Amy went in search of food and I held on to our seats and her mega hat. A small Hatian family of 6 tried to move into Amy's hat and I had to use my best international hand gestures to assure them that the hat in question was already spoken for.
Eventually, Amy returned with another beer (or two) for me and a stuffed crab for herself. You didn't hear it from me, but I didn't have the heart to tell her it was actually a stuffed "land" crab and not a sea dweller as she had supposed. I think the Bahamian land crab is about one step above hermit crab
She reported him as very tasty and "that's all I have to say about that".
We finally beat a retreat to Dream Catcher around 4 pm. We checked on the 4 legged crew members, but couldn't find any that were awake, so we went swimming instead. I took my swim fins, mask and spear with me, because you just never know.
Within 10 minutes, I spotted two spider crabs doing some sort of ritualistic mating dance under a rock in 10 feet of water. I went down and tried to make inter-species contact, but after a couple of attempts it was obvious we weren't speaking the same language and so instead I shot them both in the head.
"What we have here is a failure to communicate" Nobel peace prize here I come....
Dinner was non-stuffed, non-land based, steamed spider crab and it was good. To bed by 9 pm listening to the way too loud musical emanations going on up at the Long Island Breeze regatta party, which Amy and I were too tired to attend. Man are we getting old or what.
More to follow, end of line ....
PS - Today's picture is of our friend "Mama" at the Poor Man's Cafe.