Mike takes Mai, Chris and myself to buy a few provisions and to look at the shop at Myetts then we set sail for White Bay.
As it’s not a weekend, the bay, when we arrive, is quiet and beautiful, as usual. The guests go ashore, some by dinghy and others swim.
At lunch, we cook the barracuda. Initially, only Burhan and David say they will eat it, and everyone else is going to see if they survive, but one by one, Burhan force-feeds some to everyone, and guess what? It’s good; better than the red snapper that we ate yesterday. Burhan is vindicated but some of us are a little nervous about what will happen to our stomachs as a result! In the event, nothing does. The cause of the concern? Well, it’s said that barracuda can carry some nasty bacteria which are not killed by cooking. I suppose it depends where it is caught. We are lucky.
In the late afternoon, we motor round to Great Harbour which is very uncrowded, and we manage to anchor straight away in a lovely quiet spot (well it’s all quiet today).
The guests eat out at Corsairs but are only gone just over an hour. They call Mike to pick them up as they are all getting bitten to death by mosquitoes even though the staff put a fan on them to try to keep the dammed things away.
The guests go to bed early, tired and itching. Mike and I stay up; Mike catching up on some computer things while I make the marinade for the shrimp.
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