Headed back in to town this morning by dinghy. This sounded like a great idea at the time. Turns out the waves deceived us. We made it about half way across the Elizabeth Sound when we found ourselves pounding into two-footers and shooting spray all over ourselves. But we were half way, so why go back? Because the worse was yet to come. By the time we made it in across the breakers in the cut into Victoria Lake, we were literally soaked head to foot. I'm sure we looked pretty cool walking around town drenched to the bone.

While in town, it didn't take us long to blow lots of money. We called home to get mail sent, went to the dive shop to pick up a Hawaiian sling, some more tips for our remaining pole spear, and other miscellany. With the outrageous Bahamian mark-up, that ran us more than a hundred U.S. Oh well. What better way to shake it off than a game of volleyball and drinks.

Our respective volleyball games are improving. Today was the first day we returned to the dinghy without feeling as if we had been beaten with a stick. Perhaps we are getting back in shape a bit after so long sitting around on the boat.

Dinner was some excellent pizza, but we declined going across the harbor again to attend the "rake and scrape" at Eddies. Maybe next time. For now, it was bed and books by 8 PM.