Pittstown, Crooked Island

Maya and Evo Welcome to Crooked Island

Maya and Evo
Welcome to Crooked Island

The next morning we wake up late, in paradise, and we take the day off.

Sunrise in Crooked Island

Sunrise in Crooked Island

The beach is a few feet away. Evo and Maya go spearfishing. There is so much fish around the boat, that Evo asks me what I prefer for lunch, grouper or snapper. He spears two decent-sized Nassau groupers, much more tender and safe to eat than barracuda.

Maya with a grooper

Maya with a grooper

Later, we take a walk on the beach, about a mile south to the tiny settlement of a few houses, to find internet and check the weather updates.

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Pittstown is charming with its stone walls and banana trees around perfectly trimmed loans, its fishing-boat harbor cut in the rock where young people gather at sunset to dive and swim and chat.

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Inside the library

Inside the library

 

Afternoon in the harbour

Afternoon in the harbor

 

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In just a few minutes we see more wildlife here than anywhere in the Bahamas.

Osprey

Osprey

 

Green Heron

Green Heron

American Oysercatcher

American Oysercatcher

 

Osprey with lunch, Bird Rock Lighthouse in the background.

Osprey with lunch, Bird Rock Lighthouse in the background.

Almost no one comes to Pittstown, Crooked Island, ‘the unexplored Bahamas,’ remote and unspoiled, and maybe this is the reasons why we love it so much. (Even though, sadly, they are out of ice cream for months now.)

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The girl working at the small library makes us sign the town’s guestbook.

          How long are you staying?, she asks.

         We wish we could stay a few more days but the wind is good now; we have to keep sailing. We are leaving first thing tomorrow morning, we answer.

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