Georgetown, Exumas - You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave

As we pulled into Georgetown, a few sailors made mention to Georgetown as Hotel California, or a tar pit anchorage. Sailors come for a week or two and then just can't bring themselves to leave the beautiful Elizabeth Harbor and the sailing community that makes thier home there. In February and March, the Elizabeth Bay hosts around 350 cruisers (check out the panorama below, or Lars' s paramotoring video to get a sense what that looks like).  Most come for the sailing regatta and related activities at the end of February, although many spend almost the entire winter there enjoying the sailing community

 

When we first arrived in Georgetown, we picked up this guy:

Part cook extraordinaire, part comedian, part yoga enthusiast, part dancer,Mr. Logan Herr (ahhhhhh....crowd goes wild, his intro song of Dance Yourself Clean starts as he enters the stadium). He brought with him a 50lb duffle bag of parts, US food items, and numerous miscellaneous items we needed on the boat; unfortunately, that damn heat exchanger that was supposed to arrive at his house before he left never made it. So our one week stay, turned into two weeks waiting for the heat exchanger, then three weeks waiting for a few storms to pass and a decent weather window to head down to Cuba.

We made good use of our time in Georgetown, both socially as well as knocking off boat projects. The boat project list included: installation of new saloon table legs on our kitchen table to make it easier to convert to an extra bed, removal of the teak stain in the cockpit teak in preparation for re-staining, restitching of our bimini, cleaning/fixing the forward head, replacement of our bent anchor shaft, replacement of a hatch hinge, fixing a broken light switch, and finally replacement of the heat exchanger, followed by a descalar flush and refilling with coolant. There are probably more items I'm forgetting, something new is always breaking on boats :).

Socially, we met a lot of great people in Georgetown: sailors, wayward travelers, and local Bahamians. We ventured out to Georgetown nightlife, singing karaoke, dancing our socks off (I haven't wore socks since I've been on the boat so not sure if this expression still works), and stumbling into a junkanoo, which is essentially a mini Bahamian Carnival, hosted at a local bar.  A few of the children took it upon themselves to teach us how to dance after seeing our attempt at joining in the junkanoo. We can't say it helped but they sure had a good laugh trying to teach us. We also joined some fellow sailors in a Triple B: bonfire, beach, and beers. We also participated in some of the cruiser activities including some info sessions on Cuba and batteries. Despite all these activities, we still squeezed in some solid beach time and typical goofing around.

After three weeks in Georgetown, we where itching on getting down to the ragged islands and to Cuba. When a good weather window hit, we finally pulled our anchor out of the tar, and sailed (motored actually as there was now little wind) on out of Georgetown.

Travis