The Ragged Islands

We are back in George Town after visiting the Ragged Islands, which are a group of little, mostly uninhabited Bahamian islands to the South of the Exumas. My friend Lynda from Campbell River was on board with us and we travelled together with Glynn and Peter, who were on their monohull Aqua Viva.

What a great time we had! Weather was perfect, maybe a little choppy and windy to begin with, but it was still okay. I really enjoyed the remoteness of the Ragged Islands. We went to Water Cay, Flamingo Cay, Buenavista Cay, Johnson Cay and Ragged Island. Once arrived in Ragged Island, we said “so long” to Glynn and Peter, as they were headed for Cuba, which would only take them a day’s ride from here.

I really enjoyed Water Cay, because of the big waves on the other side of the island on both sides of the big rock. Magnificent view! It was also good for beachcombing. We were told we would find “hamburgers” on the beaches of the Ragged Island, but I didn’t really know what to expect, other than that those “burgers” would be round and dark colored. Guess what, those were sand dollars that hadn’t been bleached by the sun yet! “Hamburgers”…yeah…;-) We found many fat ones, different from the ones living in BC, which are flat. Peter cleaned a Mackerel in that bay, which we all enjoyed for dinner. The discarded fish parts attracted a huge shark, so no swimming for us in that bay!

Water Cay: Second Chance 42 and Aqua Viva

Waves at Water Cay

The next nice bay, “Two Palm Beach” on Flamingo Cay, needs a name change to “One Palm Beach” as the second one must have been blown over in a Hurricane at some point. The remaining one carried two ripe coconuts, but we had no way of getting to them. Unfortunately, they also didn’t drop, I would have loved to eat a fresh coconut! Again, a beautiful bay for two boats, more beachcombing, dinghy exploration into a little cave and past coral fans popping out of the water’s surface at low tide. Got some good views of a shark again, so as before, no swimming…

Flamingo Cay - we were not the only beachcombers...

Flamingo Cay - cave

Flamingo Cay - shark

Flamingo Cay - coral fans

Flamingo Cay - One Palm Beach

One of the most beautiful bays was Johnson Cay. Oh my, a paradise image. Paradise coming with garbage on the West side of the island, though. It’s amazing what is washed up ashore, many flip flops, colanders, shoes any size and tons of plastic, ropes and bottles. But the bay we stayed in was pristine, water temperature was perfect and Lynda and I enjoyed a good swim with no sharks in sight, or just simply sitting on the beach. It was here that Glynn told me I should be wearing a hat with a wide rim, otherwise I would look like a raisin when I get older…Nah, she didn’t say that last part, but I got the message ;-) I only had baseball caps, though. Well, and an old, unfixable pair of shorts that I had already thrown into the garbage. With Lynda being a great seamstress, I fished those shorts out of the garbage again and we – well, mostly Lynda – transformed it into a hat for me. I think the outcome is amazing! And a great way to reduce garbage…

My garbage shorts...

...turn hat (flowery fabric from inside pockets)

Lynda in action

Johnson Cay

Johnson Cay - washed up garbage

A big highlight in a different way was Ragged Island. Not worth going for the beach/ bay, but there’s actually a town on that island: Duncan Town, which should rather be called a village. Rolf had to refill on coke, so we had to find the grocery store. He and we three ladies took the dinghy ashore at the airstrip. You really can’t call it airport! From there we had to walk into “town”, which was about 2km. Once arrived at the first few houses, we passed three elderly ladies, two in Golf carts and one weaving straw the traditional way in front of her house. Very friendly, we exchanged some words and jokes. Next we passed two guys building lobster traps from metal mesh. Each lobster trap can catch up to 20+ lobsters as we found out! We had been trying to spearfish for Lobster, but didn’t see a single one. Next we passed the police station, that’s a story in itself:

Earlier that day, we had seen a helicopter circling above the island, then land on the beach (given away by a huge sand cloud). Rolf and Lynda heard them talking on the radio, saying things like: “Watch out, he’s gonna run!” Once we had anchored, we saw two planes leave from the airstrip. We made fun of that, claiming those must have been the two monthly flights from here, knowing that the island was barely inhabited. Well, passing the police station, we saw policemen in camouflage with automatic rifles in front of the building while the porch was crowded with a group of black guys. As we later found out, the police had caught a refugee boat from Haiti with 60+ Haitians on board. 2/3 of them had already been flown out with the earlier two planes, the rest followed on a plane the next day. When we later talked to Kevalli House Bob, he said that this happens about 2 – 3 time a year, the stories around those escape attempts always being very sad.

After the police station, we looked for the grocery store. Those are rarely easy to find on those islands, given that the locals know where they are and thus they don’t require proper signage. We found it after more talking to the locals, Rolf got his coke (there wasn’t much else we would have needed from the sparely stocked store), while we three ladies admired the conch that was hanging on a laundry line to dry and talked to the young guy who was cutting up Lobster. Lobster caught by the locals is shipped to Nassau from here. The local women usually get the lobster heads, boil them and then also ship the cooked meat to Nassau.

Meantime, it was getting dark. We were so busy exploring, we didn’t mind the time, but we still had to get back to the dinghy and then back to the boat! Once we passed the three ladies with the two golf carts again, Rolf jokingly asked them whether this was the bus station. Made them cackle J. So they offered to drive us to the dinghy, how nice! All three ladies joined us and it felt like a little outing, the ladies chatting and showing us all the areas that had belonged to their grandfather (they were all sisters, even two twins!), but was taken away from him without reimbursement. Once arrived at the airstrip, we said a merry goodbye. But we were not home yet! Tide had gone out further and it was quite an act to get the dinghy to float. The sand was so soft, we sank deeply into it while trying to get the dinghy into deeper water. Must have been quite a sight! That night, we said “so long” to Aqua Viva. They left with our request for Cuban Rum, Coffee and Vanilla Beans, but we don’t know when we will see them again.

Ragged Island "bus tours"

Conch shells

Drying Conch

It was time to return to George Town so that Lynda wouldn’t miss her flight. On the way back, we stopped at Nurse Cay, besides Johnson Cay the most beautiful bay we stayed at, just for us, it was so small. Snorkeling was good here, the rocks with the fish being very close to the beach and in very shallow water. Lynda and I had a lot of fun watching the fish and collecting sand dollars.

Nurse Cay - sand dollar 

Nurse Cay - under water

Now we are back in George Town, Lynda has left and we just had one of the roughest nights in the Bahamas so far. Lightning started at 11pm with heavy rain starting around 2:30 am. How do I know? Because I barely slept. Our bucket collected 8 litres of rain water that night. What a nice boat wash (even though I had already washed the salt water off the boat two days earlier, but hey, it’s really clean now). Bob and company will be coming over for dinner tonight and, weather permitting, Rolf and I will move to some remote spot again tomorrow.

So long for now.