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Bahamas 196h 
Onee nfflre in this land of incredible blue water. Three years it has 
been. We didn’t plan it that way, but that is the way it happened. All 
things about the same except that Lyford Cay has settled down to being 
completely exclusive. Gateman gave us a very stem look when we arrived 
in our messy station wagon. We appear to be accepted now (tolerated), as 
poor relations who managed somehow to slip in when the door was unguarded. 
The crossing was rainy, but not rough. I believe it rained all 
night — first time such a tiling has come to pass on a run over. But 
nobody seemed to mind, and there was always a dry spot somewhere on the 
boat. Always some minor crisis — or several — to this sort of thing. 
When we took the car down to the docks in Miami at noon of Friday, June 
5th (as we had been instructed the day before) the freight man said 
tersely that it couldn’t be shipped. The boom was broken for lifting 
it aboard; it would have to wait several days. After maiy words in many 
offices and hasty arrangements with another boat compaiy to haul the 
car on their boat, our boat people suddenly decided that the boom would 
be mended in ample time, there would be no xa'oblem, the car would go as 
scheduled. And so it was. I could see rxjthing wrong with the boom when 
it finally was put to use. Some of these things are beyoM explaining. 
Certain it was that we could not have managed if all of our underwater 
gear were to have remained in the car on the docks of Miami. 
When we cross to Nassau we usually plan not to land on Friday because 
all of the stores close on Friday afternoons. No groceries for a bare 
