22 March El Bight

Before leaving Guanaja we had to try another anchorage, and another restaurant.  We moved to El Bight in the afternoon, a lovely protected spot on the main island.  There were about half a dozen yachts already there and plenty of space for us.   First we tried a dinghy dock / bar on the waterfront, but that was alive with no see 'ums and mosquitoes and the only food on offer was a pizza.  Second place, and the only alternative, is Mi Casa Too up the hill on the north side of the bay.  From a rickety jetty where we locked the dink we climbed 193 steps up and away from the bugs in to the trees and in to heaven.
The food Lisa served was delicious, a melt in your mouth filet mignon with all the trimmings.  We were the only people eating, but at the bar we met a couple of visiting Americans who we got chatting to.  His business was an unusual one; he grew marijuana commercially.   Of course we were fascinated and learned much about growing the plant like the optimum ration of plants to lights, how the price has fallen now it is legal to grow in certain states.  A lot of knowledge we'll never use.  Come to think of it I have a lot of that.  For example, do you know the origin of the word quarantine?  In fourteenth century Italy when the plague was at it's height, town elders knew the disease was spread by human-to-human contact.  To protect themselves, the gates were closed and strangers forbidden to enter for periods of thirty, trenitine, or forty, quarantine, days.