Chub Cay, Berry Islands

[Kyle]Our next stop from Allan’s was at Chub Cay in the Berry group of islands. The first part of the passage had us crossing the bank of shallow water between the Exuma chain and Providenciales (home to the Capital city of Nassau). That was some lovely spinnaker sailing in crystal-clear turquoise water. At the shallowest part, called Yellow Bank, we only had 20-30cm of water below our keels. Here, it is necessary to thread a path through shallower bommies. As the day wore on, I had a couple of nervous moments when I saw a previously unnoticed dark patch dead ahead with no time to swerve around it. It turned out to be Begonia’s shadow on the sand below. That’s about in the same category as altering course to avoid traffic and then realizing that the light you can see is actually the planet Venus. We should pass well clear.

In Order to make the distance AND have good light for the various shallow bits, we needed to do an overnight passage. We got to sail by Nassau just around sunset and wave from a distance.

We reached the end of the bank just before sunset. There, the depths increase to about a kilometer. We furled the spinnaker and unrolled just a scrap of jib for the few remaining miles to Chub Cay. To get to the shallows there at daybreak only required us to travel at two-and-a-half knots. Maryanne was doing a little better than that, so she rolled up the sail before waking me for my night watch. Now all I had to do was point the boat in the right direction and wait.

I must confess that the marketing got me with regard to the Berrys. Our guidebook says something along the lines of it being the most unspoiled group in The Bahamas. I should have read between the lines, because it also said that several cruise ship companies have their own private islands for their guests. They are on the northern end of the Berry chain, where the water behind the islands there is deep enough to anchor their giant ships. On the other end is Chub Cay, which turns out to be the epicenter of big game fishing in the Bahamas. People spend small fortunes to fly in and spend a day trying to hook a marlin or a swordfish. In between are the several remote and isolated islands mentioned in the guide. These can only be safely accessed by going to one end of the Berrys or the other and then backtracking several miles to the center. That makes them terribly inconvenient for those passing through with a slow boat.

The notes about Chub Cay Resort were that it is very nice and they will allow sailors to buy a day pass and use their facilities. I think I was looking at the 1996 price sheet when I decided Maryanne and I would just splurge and hang out on the beach for the day. When Maryanne inquired, the answer came back that Day Passes are now $100 each. “ARE YOU F…..”

It’s good for up to five people from your boat, they counter. Okay...

After a little more digging, Maryanne found a half price offer and did exactly what they want you to do. We did sail all of the way here and we’re only ever going to see the place once and it would be a shame to have to stare at it from the boat and not go ashore, so we gulped and she booked it.

When we rowed ashore (much to the amusement of the guests in the cabanas lining the channel), we were told there was an additional $19 fee each for club membership (it lasts until the end of the year). That’s how they get ya- pay $38 to not lose your $50. That’s just to get in. As far as we could tell the only thing that entitled us to was as many pool towels as we wanted, as long it was no more than two at a time.

Fine.

Looking around at the multi-million-dollar boats in the marina, it was clear that their usual clientele wants to be charged high prices for everything because all of those annoying remainders past the fifth zero are just icky. Well, we’re here, let’s spend the whole day at the pool milking their wifi.

Not too shabby!

The place really is lovely and the pool barman managed to (easily) convince us that frozen drinks would help take the edge off. After a few swims, we had a delicious meal served by a server that had what seemed to me to be a well-practiced permanent smile.

A dose of luxury was thoroughly enjoyed, and we could see Begonia at anchored from our recliners

Maryanne, being who she is, researched everything there is to do at Chub Cay with our Day Passes. The official answer is, of course, that everything we could ever possibly desire is available within the clubhouse grounds. She found a second bar, the Nauti Rooster, some distance away from the main resort area, it’s the bar in which they hold the fishing competition festivities (so I imagine it can get quite rowdy). There was no fishing tournaments on during our visit, and since the terms of our Day Pass clearly said we were to vacate the island by 5pm, she made sure we left the compound in time to give it a look.

When we swung the door to the Nauti Rooster open, I immediately loved it. This is the part of the island where the staff are housed. The place is basically a pre-fab box with cheap, old kitchen furniture. Inside were just a bunch of regular people drinking local beers, which were ¼ what the posh resort bar charges. They were friendly and it was nice to hang out and chat with Bahamians when they weren’t in ass-kissing mode.

Kyle was much more comfortable in the Nauti Rooster bar

Maryanne and I then walked back to the dinghy for the row home. As we rounded the corner, I noticed the attendant discretely watching us around the corner, presumably to make sure we were planning to stay gone after our 5pm curfew. [Maryanne] We had a lovely day, reading by the pool is something we only do about once a decade (or less frequently). Having cocktails delivered to our pool loungers, swimming up to the tiki bar, and making the most of resort towels for lounging, showering, etc all felt very decadent. It was a rare day of luxury and I loved it. But once a decade is about the right timing for such a fantasy day.

Allan & Leaf Cays, Exumas

[Kyle]After Thunderball Grotto, we joined a long queue of northwest bound boats for the trip up the protected shallows behind the Exuma chain. Even though it was in slight headwinds and a bit more blustery than forecast, it was pleasant to be able to sail fast on flat water.

At Allan Cay, we dropped anchor in the narrow channel in turquoise water in the middle of the group (Allan, South Allan and Leaf Cays). Allan's is a good stepping off/arrival point for boats crossing from Nassau/Providenciales. They have the a unique inhabitant: the critically endangerd Allen Cays Rock Iguana which are only found on these 3 small islands.

Ashore at Leaf Cay

Begonia and the Rock Iguanas

Like the pigs at Big Major, the iguanas at Allan’s are a (slightly smaller) tourist attraction and they are used to being fed by visitors. We went ashore the next morning on South Allan with a tub full of grapes (Iguanas are herbivores) and were surprised when they all scurried away from us as we approached. We tried again on Leaf Cay and were met by a few that cautiously approached us. Once they figured out we had grapes, we were their new best friend.

It can be a little intimidating when the big ones start charging at you, trying to beat out the others in the grape race. I used to have a regular green iguana of about the same size, so I know their behavior is mostly bluster. They protect themselves by whipping their tails or by biting, but really they want to scare you away to a safe distance before it comes to that. If you stay calm, they tend to not panic and lash out.

The main issue with the rock iguanas is really enthusiasm. They jump and lunge and snap at anything they think might be food. Also their eyesight doesn't seem that great. I got scratched as they scurried up me and a couple of them bit the wrong end of the skewer from which I was passing them the grapes. My lizard of yore had razor-sharp teeth and little hypodermic needles for claws, so I winced when the first one ran up my bare legs and chomped down on my finger, thinking it might be a grape. It seems all the sand in their environment has given them a nice pedicure. Even their teeth didn’t break the skin. That makes them MUCH cuter.

Allan Cay was had jagged rocks all over (thankfully we have a hard dinghy). We did find one small beach to land on but we couldn't get very far from it. There were Iguanas around, but they didn't want any company.

We tried landing on Allan Cay, the third island of the group, but found it to be such an impenetrable mass of sharp, shoe-slicing limestone that we gingerly returned to the dinghy, aware that any slip would likely sever or impale anything held out to break the fall. We returned to Begonia to pick up more food and then headed back to Leaf Cay to see the iguanas again. I think they are much more fun than the pigs at Big Major.

This time, we started with the previous night’s food scraps. They wolfed down the potato and yam peelings and even seemed to like onions and the accidental onion skins that had made their way into the food bag. They were happily munching away until we broke out dessert: more grapes. Then they had about as much interest in the other stuff as I do in a can of sardines covered in marmite. I guess everyone likes dessert.

From a small beach on Leaf Cay there is a trail to the other side of the island with a beautiful beach - we hung out with the iguans there too (our favourite spot). Even without the iguanas, this is a beautiful place to visit