Governor's Harbor, March 26 Peeps for you peeps to peep

Bagpiper, in Gov's Harbor. That's my peeps!




Blooming ponciana. I told you this was my new favorite flower, right?



These chickens are EVERYWHERE. The place is lousy with 'em, and they're cockadoodledooing STEADY. ALL DAY. And as far as to why it was crossing the road, it wouldn't say a "peep." HA AHA AHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHA AHA HA A HA HAAH AHA HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA HHA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H HA AHA AHA AHAHAHAHAHHA AHA HA HA AHA HAH AH AH AH HAHA AH AH AH AH HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AHA H AH AH AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA H AH AHA HA HA HA HAHA HA A AHHA HA HA HAHA HA HA HA HA HA. Ahem.



This here's Governor's Harbor. I think it's the nicest place, all around, that we've been to in the Bahamas.




This is where some dead person went a-creepin' outta their crypt. It's cool though, they go back in the daytime.





GOVERNOR’S HARBOUR: march 26, 2008
Mr. Lucky here.
Wow again. I mean, “hello.” This place is gorgeous. We were here talking to a lawyer about buying the vacant land in Rock Sound, when he mentioned one here that we might want to see. It has the unfinished ruins of a duplex, and not so close to the water, but we like this town much more, we think. And prettier scenery. We would love to be in Rock Sound too, but if we had the choice… So we’ll see. We met with the owner today and agreed on a price, which would be less than even a vacant lot in Ferndale or Kalamazoo. Seems like a real bargain, so we’re keeping our fingers crossed. It would be like 25k, contingent on selling the house in New Orleans first, so we’ll see.

We waited out the cold front here, and enjoyed it, mostly hanging around the library.

Bad news though, while here (I was dying to get online, it had been so long- two weeks since blogging, a week since phone contact home to Phyllis) we got word that you all have been worried and called the State Department and the Coast Guard, who, apparently, have been trying to reach us on VHF radio. We never have it on though, because we would rather save the power than hear the chatter. Well, I won’t say too much on this subject except a couple of things:

First, you all get 100 times more news of us than we get of you, and most people back home write rarely, if at all. So if you worry about us, think how we feel. We usually have no idea who’s alive or dead, and just have to assume the best. So, we miss you, and that’s our complaint.
Second, we told everyone that we are not usually in places where we get email/internet, and are not going to risk going anywhere in bad (windy) weather to try to find it. We’ll write when we can, but DON’T expect it. We never promised to write, and have actually said with some certainty that there will be problems communicating for random lengths of time, at random intervals. Better that we sit somewhere safe and leave it at that when it’s windy/wavy out. Bahamians are very laid back, and most don’t know what the internet is, seriously. You might imagine us as out at sea somewhere, but we’re not. We’re always anchored in a harbor, or a few hours from the next one. Some towns have internet though, and some don’t. That’s really all there is to it.
Third, if you had any idea how we’re living, you would only worry that we’re going to get a sunburn and get fat, and lose all ambition, but never for our safety.

Please don’t worry. It’s sweet, but pointless. If we died or something, calling the Coast Guard wouldn’t do any good. We should worry about you, piloting cars on icy roads full of drunk drivers. You are in much more danger than we are, every day.

And everyone here looks out for each other. When we buy groceries the store owner sends someone to drive us the couple blocks to the boat, people are so preoccupied with our well-being.

So, what’s news? We cooked steak on the beach last night, and are just enjoying the beauty here, which is really incredible. The town is really interesting too, with all kinds of oddball shops, the best cracked conch in the Bahamas, we think, a grocery with everything, and a library with wireless internet $20 for 10 hours- not the best deal, but better than some too. The best was $5 for all day, the worst was $5 for 15 minutes.

I’ll get going so I can spend the last few hours here before they close uploading photos and stuff, but please, please, please, don’t worry. We love you all and miss you a lot. We’ll be home mid-may, boat and all, is the latest plan.

Anyone interested in being part of a pig roast when we get back, shoot me an email. I’ll keep an eye out for responses.

XOXOXOXOX
J