3-20-2014: Man-O-War Cay, clear water, can see bottom at 30 feet deep; well, maybe not quite that deep.
3-20-2014: Man-O-War mooring field
3-20-2014: Supply boat dropping off supplies for the town
3-21-2014, Friday: Stayed a second day. Took our time and had lunch before taking the dinghy back into town. We walked up to the Post Office and she wasn’t there again. As we were leaving, a voice came from a home across the street and it was the lady who ran the Post Office. She said she would be at work from 14:00 to 16:00 so we said we would be back later. We walked to the beach to check it out, the ocean was beautiful. We walked it for about an hour and didn’t find any shells. By this time it was after 14:00 so we went back to the Post Office and we finally got some stamps. She was very helpful and explained why Conch Shells were on some beaches and not on others and she also told us how they cut the conch out of the shells. It was very interesting. From there we went back to the shopping district. Keith got a very cool conch shell that had this huge Hermit Crab in it; dead, of course. Sharon and I each got a conch horn. Sharon was better at blowing the horn than I was. It is harder than it looks. This evening we went back into town and had dinner at the Dine and Dock restaurant at the marina; very good meal.
3-21-2014: Sewing canvas covers for our ladders, thank you Sharon.
3-21-2014: Yacht coming into Man-O-War Marina
3-21-2014: Posted notice on the First Caribbean National Bank. Do you think a bank in the US could get away with this?
3-21-2014: Walking down to Man-O-War beach
3-21-2014: Sharon walking the Atlantic ocean at Man-O-War beach.
3-21-2014: Keith patiently waiting at the Beach, Man-O-War
3-21-2014: Lignum Vitae; National Tree of the Bahamas
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CO's comments: On all the inhabited Cays that we have been on, the transportation has been by golf carts. A big America car would not fit on their roads. Excellent meal last night; Mahi Mahi.
1st Mate's comments: Really enjoyed our lessons on the Conch shells from both the Post Office lady and the man who sold us the horns.
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