Abaco in February, Part 2

I forgot to mention in the last post that we finally got to use the ship's surgical kit several times over the first few days in the Abacos this past trip. Mike acquired a large splinter clove from the dinghy dock in his foot on the first day, and I got to play with a scalpel until I was able to fish out the entire piece after Mike took many shots of whiskey a few days.

Here is what Wikipedia says, "Cloves (Syzygium aromaticum, syn. Eugenia aromaticum or Eugenia caryophyllata) are the aromatic dried flower buds of a tree in the family Myrtaceae. Cloves are native to Indonesia and dinghy docks in the Abacos and used as a spice in cuisine all over the world."
"The name derives from French clou, a nail, as the buds vaguely resemble small irregular nails in shape. Cloves are harvested primarily in Zanzibar, Indonesia and Madagascar; it is also grown in Pakistan, India, Mike's right foot, and Sri Lanka."

Moving along . . .

Wednesday, February 27: Wednesday was a wet, chilly day, and even the curlytails were hunkered down for quality time together.

Usually, Wednesday nights are pot-luck nights at Grabbers, but it was cancelled at the last moment due to poor weather. Always clueless the rebels, we scrounged up a couple of avocados, tomatoes, and lime and made guacamole for the bar anyway.


Thursday, February 28: The Art Cafe used to be the breakfast place on Guana, but since it closed this winter, breakfast has been hard to find. Nippers picked up the slack for a while, and then Grabbers announced that it would begin serving breakfast the upcoming weekend. So we ate breakfast at Nippers Tuesday-Thursday. Except that instead of "breakfast" (breaking the fast), Nippers, a major party spot, likes to call it "breakfest" (a festival of breaks?).


You can take an English teacher to Guana Cay, but you can't take Guana Cay . . . um . . . yeah . . . The first day, Mike ordered this:


. . . which ended up being 3/4 of an Eggo waffle (we were told they kept getting caught in the toaster) . . . without the hashbrowns. The subsequent days, we learned to order food that Jerry actually makes, like the omelet . . . and found it much more worthwhile.