I met John (Celtic Dream) at the marina counter in Marathon Key on afternoon…he too was on his way to Nassau, but as we intended not to stop I thought I would not run into him again. In Chub Cay we found that getting mail to the states could take up to a month.
Mark was in a tizzy to get our paperwork from the dinghy purchase back to Florida. (We did not have to pay sales tax if we left Florida in 10 days which we did…but then we had to send proof as in a customs check in, listing the dinghy and motor as arriving in the Bahamas.) We diverted to Nassau to get the forms mailed. Guess who we ran into at the Green Parrot Bar? John of Celtic Dream – he was amazed that I remembered his name.
Mark was in a tizzy to get our paperwork from the dinghy purchase back to Florida. (We did not have to pay sales tax if we left Florida in 10 days which we did…but then we had to send proof as in a customs check in, listing the dinghy and motor as arriving in the Bahamas.) We diverted to Nassau to get the forms mailed. Guess who we ran into at the Green Parrot Bar? John of Celtic Dream – he was amazed that I remembered his name.
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