Governor's Harbour & Hatchett Bay

Governor's Harbour is considered the capital of Eleuthera. It is also the only place on the island the supply ships come. As a result, there seems to be much more commerce here as well as generally much nicer homes.

We arrived in time to have a great lunch at the Buccaneer Club before heading to the other side of the island to do some exploring. Due to the shallow bay, we had to anchor the dinghy way out so it wouldn't be high & dry when we returned.

Once we got over the steep hill in the center of the island, we found our way to the old entrance of the abandoned Club Med resort that is situated on the Atlantic beach. It had been destroyed in a hurricane back in 1999 and was never rebuilt. Club Med just walked away from it.

This is an appropriate note someone wrote on one of the walls in the old office.

We figure this must have been the clothing-optional pool since it's far from everything else.

On our way back to town, we happened upon a gal from Denmark who was dragging her suitcase down an old gravel road, far from the nearest highway or buildings. Apparently, she was looking for a resort and the taxi driver she had didn't know for sure where it was so he just left her out in the bush.

We helped her with her suitcase and eventually flagged a motorist down who agreed to take her to town so she could figure out where she was and where she needed to go.

Back in town, we checked out the little Anglican church which is on the bay. The organ pipes were quite beautiful.

Around 11:00pm, this freighter pulled up to the dock & spent the rest of the night unloading and re-loading.

Friday morning, we left Governor's Harbour & travelled the 15 miles to Hatchett Bay. The plan was to find a taxi driver who could take Barb & John to the N. Eleuthera airport on Saturday. With calm seas, John enjoyed a bit of bow time.

The entrance to Hatchett Bay is through a narrow cut that is difficult to see until you are almost in it. Once inside the bay, we dropped the hook and dove on it. This is the first time we couldn't find the anchor - - at all! The bottom was so soft that Jim had to dive down, find the buried chain & track it to the anchor. 

Once anchored, we headed to town to find lunch and, hopefully, a recommendation for a taxi driver for Saturday. 

Though the town is generally run down and most of the houses are dilapidated, it never felt unsafe,

We found our way to Twin Brothers Restaurant which had been recommended by other cruisers. We were all alone, the food was excellent and the manager knew a taxi driver who could take John & Barb to the airport the next day.

After lunch, we wandered around town a little. It was interesting to run into free-roaming cattle - in town!

Jim & John dropped the gals off at Samba and headed ashore to see if they could find the beach on the other side of the island. It turned out to be a 1 1/2 mile hike past the island's power plant and over a rough road that wound through the jungle.

To get back, they had to hike up a very steep sand dune & then back down in order to find the jungle road back.

That evening, we were surprised to see a large ferry enter the harbour and unload and reload cars, people and "tings" before leaving under the cover of darkness.

Friday evening  we had a final blowing of the conch horns. John had been mostly squeaking on the horns all week and tonight was no different LOL.

For our final dinner, we enjoyed steak & foil potatoes.

Saturday morning, in celebration of our final breakfast together, Barb helped Carol fix eggs benedict, Samba style. Yum!

Alas, all good things must come to an end. The taxi driver was punctual and transported John & Barb the 35 minute ride to the airport.

Tomorrow begins the next phase of our great adventure as the two of us begin working our way south.