Sailing to Chub Cay
After Great Harbour Cay we sail south to another of the Berry Islands popular among cruisers for its strategic geographic location between Florida and the Exumas: Chub Cay.
(On the way there we catch a good-size mahogany snapper, same as the ones we were catching near Cuba a few months ago but smaller, and we have an excellent supper of white tender fillets fried with garlic lemon and pepper, and white rice on the side.)
Although Chub Cay has undergone major renovations in the not so distant past: new docks, expanded marina and entrance channel, refurbished restaurant, 57 newly-built vacation villas along the beach, and a 20,000 square foot three-level members-only clubhouse and pool, we find it almost completely deserted.
The Fun Pool
The construction of the clubhouse with its spectacular 360-degrees view of the island, its private bar, restaurant, and trophy room has been abandoned after the crash of the global economy a few years ago and the huge yellow building like an empty shell, without windows and doors, its dark interior full of construction materials instead of trophies and memorabilia, is standing uninhabited on its shore overlooking the perfectly protected anchorage. Strangely though, we find the magnificent fresh-water pool on the beach in front of the clubhouse functioning, full of crystal cool water, surrounded by palm trees and beach chairs, inviting us to jump in. And we do not refuse.
Every day for three days we return to the pool to chill and have fun, and there is no one even to ask if we are aloud or not. There are no people, no locals (no settlement on this island), no tourists, no cruisers, but us and another Canadian boat with three young guys aboard waiting, like us, for a weather window to cross the Northeast Providence Channel to Nassau.
Thus, we spend Ivo’s birthday and Christmas in complete isolation from civilization, the weather perfect, sunny and peaceful, swimming and snorkeling, eating coconuts we find fallen on the beach and lobsters we find under rocks in the shallow waters not far from the boat.
We feel somehow privileged to be here, like VIPs, or like millionaires who own a private island with a handsome pool maintained by some mysterious invisible people. Aah, it’s a nice feeling…