January 2 – January 3.
As we motored towards the anchorage, I saw black spots on the beach. “Is that them?” I wondered in anticipation. As we got closer, they came into focus, ancient stoic faces, bitter hides of scales, lolling dewlaps, thorny ridges traveling down spines to the end of extended tails. Scattered on the sand, unconcerned with the circus of boats and tourists, soaking up the warmth of the day under the blazing sun, were the reason we came to Allen’s Cay, Iguanas.
The area of Allen’s Cay where the iguanas reside is actually three cays, Allen’s Cay, Leaf Cay, and SW Allen’s Cay. This island group is not far from Nassau and next door to a nice marina, making the endangered Rock Iguana of the Exumas a popular attraction and Allen’s Cay a busy place. During our stay, the anchorage, which was actually a channel that flowing between Allen’s and Leaf Cay, was packed with sailboats. Jet skis zoomed around the perimeter past the shores of the islands and back to oversized party boats parked for the afternoon. Large speedboats, packed, standing room only with 30 to 40 bathing suit clad tourists from Nassau came twice a day for a 20 minute gander at the prehistoric reptiles.
The area is also noted for its diving and as a good place to find conch, although we did neither. Greg mistakenly got taken for someone who knew something about removing the much sought after slugs from their pretty spiral shells. Apparently we are starting to look a little “salty.”
We spent a day and a half exploring the three cays and snapping pics of the often shy, but sometimes posturing iguanas before we decided to leave the carnival behind and head on down the water trail to quieter spots.