Rick decided we needed to see
the town at the end of the world...
Foxtown.
We motored for two hours down from Allans-Pensacola Cay to Foxtown. It's the end of the road and a very small fishing village. There are about 200-300 people living here. (depending on who you ask) I think we met about one hundred of them?
We only saw three business and visited them all. A bar on the east end of town, (#bar1) a restaurant / bar in the center of town, and a fish merchant.
"the town drunk" (he posed like this)
Russell runs the fish wholesale business in Foxtown. He said people come there from Marsh Harbor to buy seafood from him. He also mentioned that he drove yesterday to deliver a load of fresh fish. While we were in town i saw numerous small fishing boats come up to the fish market to weigh their catch and sell it to Russell. In addition, when we tied up the dinghy at the dock, there was a small boat cleaning a lot of conch.
While I was visiting with Russell, I asked him if i could buy four conch. He said that he was not set up for sales like that, but he would give me four. So he yells inside to his helper to grab 4 conch. Out walks the guy with a bag of conch and plops down 7 on the counter. Well I jumped up and found a bag in my backpack to haul off my booty. Can you guess what we had for dinner? A Christmas Conch miracle in June.... Yum!
worker, Russell, Skip
Xmas Miracle Conch
Today is up in the air. Rick met Lamont in Bar1 who told him he would take him snorkeling today. This morning. So Rick is busy not doing anything hoping Lamont will show up to take him out. The weather looks like no rain for once. It's very still and getting hot with only a 'smidge' of a breeze. So here we sit awaiting Lamont. If Rick gets stood up, we will pull anchor and head west again...
More later after i figure it out!
- Conch Kid Skip
Pressure Cooker Conch ala Foxtown
