Cold Kaliks

     Once again we are back at Black Point Settlement.  Not at Plain Bay, our foavorite anchorage, which is just around the point to the south of Black Point and only a 30 minute ride from Black Point to Plain Bay.  Yesterday morning, we found our anchorage at Pipe Cay getting a little lumpy from a mild southerly breeze, and being too far north and too early to continue onto Nassau we decided to go south.  Remember, we're on the jello plan.  Black Point, just 15 miles to the south was an ideal choice - fresh produce and wifi.  We pulled anchor at 10am and at 1pm the anchor splashed once again in Black Point Harbor.  As we had followed the mail boat into the harbour, the government dock was very busy including the adjacent dinghy dock.  So we waited for the mail boat to leave and made our run into Adderly's grocery store where we found lettuce, romaine, green peppers, tomatoes, eggs, butter and flour.

      After we returned to the boat, I left the engine on the dinghy idle, and it stalled.  Thankfully, the dinghy was tied up to the mothership for I tried numerous times to pull start the motor, no turn of the key for electric start on this model, but was unable to get the motor to start.  So I decided to wait until the next day when the waters were a little more calm in the harbour to diagnose the outboard.  Shortly after my encounter with the outboard, Sharon said she could drink a Kalik (Bahamian Beer).  I, on the other hand, went to the pilothouse to do some internet work.  After about an hour, the seed planted by Sharon about a Kalik started to grow as the pilothouse was like a greenhouse, very warm.  Back to the dinghy and diagnosing the motor.  I had determined that because the fuel tank was low and we had towed the dinghy to Black point, we had lost the fuel siphon and a slug of air got into the fuel line.  So, after about 20 pulls on the motor and some other tricks from up my sleeve, I got the outboard running.  Quickly, Sharon threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt over her bathing suit and I, still smelling like gasoline, made our way to Scorpios bar for happy hour.  Once there, we were quickly reunited with Doug and Jean of the Sand Castle and shortly thereafter their neighbors, Frank and Peg.  A grand time was had by all. Yes, we got our cold Kaliks!