We talked about the “Fly-Over” Cays in an earlier post. Well, to where are these folks “flying?” Please fasten your seatbelts and stow your tray tables; we are about to land…. Highbourne Cay may be known as the “Gateway to the Exumas,” but we think we know where the happy folks are headed next. It’s a sizeable, hook-shaped island called Normans Cay. Also one of the most notorious. From 1978-1982, it was the home of one of the biggest cocaine smuggling operations of the Medellin Cartel! There are movies and books written about this joint! Shoot, there is even a wrecked drug cargo plane in the water! The history of Norman’s Cay is just one source for anyone who might be interested. Think the movie, “Blow” or Netfilx series, “Narcos.” Wild stuff.
Late Saturday morning, we left our pleasant spot at Highbourne to head south to Normans, taking the outside route just in case any of the fish might not recognize the SaltyMare. Here, fishy fishy….

Although we went around on the “outside” for yet another attempt at landing a fish, it was futile. Instead of a “fish whisperer,” we have a Todd, who apparently is the unluckiest “fisherman” in the world.
And… we got jostled in 3- to 4-foot seas with a lot of 5-footers mixed in! SaltyMare is a tough gal. When not responding to items moving about, Susie spent plenty of time “seated with seatbelt fastened.” Meanwhile, our friends on Simplicity took the “inside,” calm route. Wise choice.
Just coming through the sporty cut to return from the Sound to the Bank, we started to see what Normans Cay is about (at least this week).
There were quite a few mega yachts anchored on the Exuma Bank just inside the cut. (Yes, that one has its own chopper.)





Speaking of choppers and fly-tos, Normans Cay has an airstrip. After passing the big girls, we got a few shots of the comings and goings near the airport. Actually, given it’s the weekend, it seemed like it was constant air traffic; about every 30 minutes or so, all day.



Then, to our utter amazement, binoculars revealed this on the beach!

So, we secured Simplicity and SaltyMare, launched the dinghies,


The first boat we came to belonged to the Park Warden, Andre, who had the answers. No, this wasn’t a typical Saturday. Honest, he promised, it will be quiet here tomorrow. The boats were gathered for an annual Rum Run. Unfortunately the race was canceled, but that didn’t stop the party! Whoop whoop!






We wandered through the festivities on the beach and then took the nearby road back so we could check out the airstrip and idyllic little tropical resort, MacDuff’s Cottages and Restaurant.



We’d been watching a storm off in the distance and hoping it wouldn’t hit the anchorage while we were ashore. The boats could use the fresh water rinse, but their owners left hatches open, and the rinse is really not helpful INSIDE the boat. Although we got sprinkled on, the rain remained in the distance and led to a spectacular display at sunset! Good night, Normans Cay. And all the “go-fast” party boats were gone… Andre was right.
















































