Picking up the pen

  I've been told repeatedly now that the blog needs an update and I know it does, but the ambition to write kept failing me. I guess today is the day it will hold.
   I believe last we left off Tine and I were in Green Turtle Cay, newly checked in and sated with expensive ice cream as a treat.
  From Green Turtle we sailed to Great Guana Cay, stopping along the way in a bay of sea grass. Why would we stop in sea grass you ask? Simple, Conch live there. We spent about 15 minutes diving and pulled up 6 conch, then continued on to anchor in Settlement Harbor. The winds picked up that night and swung our buddy-boat Hermes into shallower water. He had to get into his dinghy at about 3AM to reset his anchors and in doing so lost his wallet overboard. That night we ate out first Conch salads. We took to the dinghies the next morning when the winds died off and managed to get the wallet back minus a credit card or two that floated away.
  From Guana we headed to Marsh harbor, Tine's last stop on the trip. She'd done what she set out to do, she had enough adventure for a while and had seen me across the gulf stream and Marsh Harbor was the nearest airport with service to the US. Tine could tell the story better than I, but I will do what I can.
 On the night we got to Marsh Harbor Tine packed up everything she'd brought onto the boat and a couple of the souvenirs. We left the boat at 4AM and walked to the airport, a lady heading the same way gave us a ride the last half mile or so. There was some trouble finding a ticket agent who could actually sell a ticket for the flights leaving that day, but finally Tine was able to get onto a flight to Nassau, eventually taking her to Rochester where Mom and Dad got her and brought her home.
  I was sad to see my sister go, but I could tell she wasn't enjoying herself as much as she could have. Over the following weeks Don and I were able to have numerous conversations and dinners without me feeling like I should be entertaining my sister. It was a little lonelier without her, and dinners were less exciting (I only made curry for myself once). Don and I spent about a week in Marsh harbor before hopping over to Man-O-War. That, I think is going to be a different post. My pen is starting to run out of ink here.
 Till next time.