On the Dock Again

 We have been so busy here, fishing, cleaning, laundry, filling fuel and propane, and going on death rides with Finley that we haven't had time to untie the lines and head out again.  We are looking at leaving tomorrow, but currently the wind is pretty strong and if it doesn't die down like it is supposed to we will just have to stay another day.  We had been waiting to scrub the bottom of the boat until we were in some clear water and could see what was around us and what was growing on the bottom of the boat.  The passage over to the Bahamas took off most the grass growing off the bottom, but left about a million barnacles that had to be scraped off.  We spent our first day here scrubbing and scraping the bottom side of our boat.  Our hands and feet looked like raisins.  We of course hung out with Finley and the boys went fishing while I stayed back at the boat and worked.  I have to take advantage of the Internet connection.  They came back a few hours later with one decent sized lobster and 3 tiny ones with tails only 2 inches.  Their antennas is all you see when you spear them and they looked regular sized, but it was a surprise when they pulled them out and they were so small.  Finley took us for a drive last night in his box truck that, well you remember the last time we rode in it.  With Finley you never can be to sure where your night is going to go.  We were supposedly just picking up a mattress and delivering it to one of his friends house.  We picked up the mattress from what Finley called a "Haitian Walmart".  It is a huge warehouse, just the bones, filled with bulk items.  We wish we wouldn't have forgotten the camera.  Picture this, mountains of top ramen stacked floor to ceiling, the isles are all made of stacked food, no shelves.  Bins filled with everything from socks and underwear to pots and pans. The walls were lined with rugs, mattresses, you name it and it was probably here in bulk in this concrete box.  I basically described any Walmart you have ever been in only it was unlike anything I had ever seen.  There were small shacks on the back side of the warehouse where security lives to keep an eye on the warehouse 24 hours a day.  After we picked up the mattress we delivered it to the lady and then Finley wanted to show us some different neighborhoods and take us to get some bread at the bread guys house.  We have now seen the slum side of Freeport and purchased some homemade wheat bread, cinnamon raisin rolls, and sweet potato bread.  The lady selling the bread has some kind of skin disease that produces huge boils all over her face, arms, and hands.  We all hesitantly shook her hand.  We will never forget our camera again.

 Finley had to borrow our extra pair of flippers

 Lion Fish in a Boot