Spent far longer in the Bahamas then I should of. Though in my defense the weather sucked for a lot of it (for someone trying to go south), giving me easy excuses to hole up and drink rum instead. But I am now at the edge of the Bahamas, where few sailors go, Great Inagua, where you will find nothing but Pink Flamingos (the largest flock in the world) and Morton Salt (yes, this is where your table salt comes from, I see piles of it 4 stories high ready to load onto ships).
But I am cleared out, leaving in the AM, back to the Caribbean again. Been a few years since I was last in the Caribbean, this time going to new places I have not yet explored, enroute to the Pacific.
PS- I just noticed they spelled my name wrong! (Yes my first name is William, Russell is my middle which I have gone by for my entire life).
