The Second Half of the Trip

Wednesday morning. Bright AND early we get ready to take the Fast Ferry to Eleuthera.  We are supposed to be at the dock by 7am for an 8am departure.  I have timed the entire morning down to the minute.  Of course, my family is not moving as fast as I want them to so I am barking orders at them like a drill sergeant. We check out of the hotel, grab a cab and we are at the dock in 8 minutes flat.  And it’s 6am.  WHAT???? I look at my bleary eyed family in disbelief.  Why is it 6am?  Their reply, “Didn’t you know the clock in the hotel room was fast?” Clearly, I did not.   I thought my watch was not working properly and had set it to the hotel room clock.  Now we have a 2 hour wait for our departure. 

The dock is pitch black and we share the space with giant cargo freight, even bigger forklifts and some locals who appear to be waiting for day labor opportunities.  No ferry employees have arrived yet so we just sit on our luggage and sleepily stare at each other.  I try to take pictures but my family is completely uncooperative and this early morning light isn’t any good anyway. 

We are very excited when our departure time arrives.  We board the Bo Hengy Ferry (old Bahamian for Brother Henry) along with several containers of freight that appear to be packaged food.  I’m not sure what we expected but this sleek and modern vessel was not it.  Our tickets are for the main cabin downstairs that has a great view of the ocean through its large windows.  But you can go upstairs to the top floor and enjoy an outdoor view as well.  There is a VERY REASONABLE PRICED breakfast bar on board where we load up on coffee and breakfast sandwiches and fruit.

The Bo Hengy

There are only a few other tourists on board.  Mostly it’s locals, possibly commuters.  The one way trip is 2.5 hours at a cost of $120 so hopefully that’s not a commute they have to do very often.  The breathtaking view of the calm turquoise water is back dropped by a perfectly clear blue sky.  Mike and the kids take naps but my eyes are glued to the horizon. Could this be the most peaceful place on Earth?

Our choice for arrival ports could be Spanish Wells or Harbour Island.  Freddie, our contact, has suggested we port at Spanish Wells and take a water taxi to the main island.  So as instructed, we get off at the island of Spanish Wells.  There are no signs instructing you what to do and nothing that says water taxi.  So we just follow some people we see getting on a small boat and cross our fingers.  We could be going to Eleuthera or we could be going to Cuba. 

Riding the water taxi.

The ten minute ride is relaxing and lovely as we look around at the amazing surroundings.  Shallow clear blue water is below us, bright blue sky is above us and easing going Bahamians sit next to us.  When we arrive at Eleuthera, or as the locals call it Family Island, Freddie, the caretaker of the property where we are staying is there to meet us.  He is a 70 year old local, born and raised in Eleuthera, with children ranging in age from infant to 49 years old.  He loads us up in his van and we start the long drive to the property.  Eleuthera is a long skinny island with the Atlantic on one side and the Caribbean on the other.  Down the center is The Queen’s Highway (named after Queen Victoria) that splits the island in half.  The road is narrow and winding and the jungle grows all the way up to the road making it difficult to see around turns or the oceans that are mere feet from you. It is blistering hot, but it is August.  Turns out, August is in the “off season”.  This really surprises me because in Europe it is the peak month for travel.  This intense heat could be the reason. 

Freddie suggests we stop at a grocery store he knows so we can load up on supplies.  We think this is a fabulous idea considering what we have spent at restaurants in the last 48 hours.  We pull up to a small warehouse style building with a gravel parking lot.  Inside is a small selection of a lot of things, mostly packaged items.  Remember this is an island and almost every single thing on it arrived by boat or plane. We hit the produce first.  We normally want our kids to eat as much fruit and vegetables as they want. But after the small $10 watermelon, the $7 blueberries, $7 strawberries and $8 apples we tried to steer them to the more moderately priced junk food.  $136 later we are back on the road to our final destination of Rainbow Bay.  At one point in the drive the highway becomes very narrow and only one car can pass at a time. The Atlantic and Caribbean are literally only feet away from each other.  It’s known as The Glass Window and it’s an awesome sight.   Because there are no reefs to break up the waves this spot can get hammered with roaring water from the Atlantic. Several years ago a storm pushed the bridge about 11 feet closer to the Caribbean side.  And that’s the way it was left. 

During the drive Freddie updates us on the island and explains some of the important information we need to know. He gives us directions to some of the more popular beaches. We remind him we need a rental car and he makes a phone call to arrange it.  He says it will be delivered to the house.

It’s not much longer now.  We make two quick turns and there we are.  It’s my friend’s house who has been kind enough to let us use it.  The property is known as Coral Reef.  No address.  Just Coral Reef.  A two story coral colored (what else) stucco house facing the Atlantic.  The grounds are full of palm trees and yucca plants while the patio is lined with sea shells, treasures from previous guests.  Inside are all of the creature comforts of home but with a rocking view of the beautiful Atlantic.  We can’t put our suits on fast enough!  The heat is really starting to take its toll on me and I’m hoping the cool water will fix me up.

Gotta love the Yucca plant.

 

Ella and I are ready first and are too impatient to wait for the boys.  We walk down the street a ways, to a small patch leading to Smuggler’s Beach.  This is a sandy beach with large rocks along the shore line, perfect for viewing maybe not so much for swimming. Ella and I play for an hour or so then we decide to go find the boys. 

Mike decides he wants to find Rainbow Beach that Freddie spoke of but our car hasn’t been delivered yet.  We call Freddie to follow up and our car arrives a short time later.   We stand there staring at what we shall call “an older model” vehicle.  I’m sure the salt air is hard on cars and being on an island does make accessibility to them difficult.  The entire transaction is not much more than a handshake and promise to pay on departure.

We jump in the car and take off to find Rainbow Beach.   It’s just across the street a ways on the Caribbean side.  If it wasn’t so hot we really could have walked.  We get out of the car and we cannot believe our eyes.  We are staring off the edge of a small cliff overlooking a turquoise bay with a white sandy beach.  There are 2 people floating on foam noodles in the water but other than that we are alone. The first few steps into the water are a little bit sharp but then it’s soft sand after that.  The temperature is perfect and we swim out to where we can barely touch. I float on my back and to my amazement it requires no effort.  The water must be more buoyant here because I can float endlessly without moving a muscle.  I could practically fall asleep doing it.  My friend calls this particular beach her “swimming pool” and that’s exactly how it feels.  The other couple leave and we have the beach entirely to ourselves.  It has taken a lot to get here but we are beyond happy that we have found it.  The kids play and we practically fall asleep in the cool, beautiful, and peaceful water.  We finally realize we are hungry so we reluctantly return to the house.

 

Rainbow Beach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Once we are washed up we decide to try out Rainbow Inn, a restaurant close by that is on our list of recommendations.   When we pull up we are immediately impressed.  The landscaping is thick with palm trees, yuccas and hibiscus.  Just the sight of it lowers your heart rate.  The entertainment for the evening is an elderly local singing pop classics from his generation while he strums the guitar.  We are seated at a table with a perfect view of the ocean and setting sun.   It’s a small menu but all fresh selections of grouper, snapper, lobster and conch. We are starting to see a pattern.  The food actually takes quite some time to be served especially since there is only one other table of patrons in the entire place.   I attribute this to everything being made from scratch and by hand.  It turns out to be all worth the wait because it’s wonderful. 

Our view at dinner.

Thursday morning Mike and I are up before sunrise trying to check our email and take care of a few items of business.  The internet connection is extremely weak and only one of us can be on at the same time.  I’m not sure why this surprises us considering how remote we are.  It’s ironic that in order to relax we need to feel connected to the insanity of the outside world.  

 

The pier in the town of James Cistern.  My favorite photo.

Everyone eats their own idea of breakfast and we start the beach hopping all over again.  We have heard that there is a beach on an old Club Med property that is worth checking out.  It’s about 30 minutes south from Coral Reef just outside the town of Governor’s Harbour which turns out to be a worthwhile discovery in itself.  Adorable wood frame houses sit on the hill while 200 year old churches line the bay.   We want to take a longer look around but we want to find this beach even more!  It’s about another 15 minute drive. 

In 1999, Hurricane Floyd hit Eleuthera and all but wiped out the Club Med Resort.  What buildings remained after the water receded were abandoned.  We know we have reached our destination when we drive up to these old deserted buildings that appear to be swaying in the wind.  The rooftops sag, the white paint is mostly gone and there isn’t a perpendicular angle in sight.  Some of the shacks are completely engulfed by tall grass creating an eerie atmosphere.  We are not certain if these particular buildings were part of Club Med or a different resort.

 

 

 

Adjacent to the Club Med property is Tippy’s Bar.  Just beyond that begins an area of luxury homes on a winding beach front road. We park across the street from Tippy’s and walk down to the beach and gasp at the sight before us.  As far as we can see in any direction is pinkish white sand, turquoise clear blue water and not another soul in sight.  The entire beach is ours.  For the next several hours we enjoy this slice of heaven.  Every couple of hours or so someone will wander down to “our beach”.  It’s as if they know they are intruding and they simply pass through.   Every couple of hours or so I have to pinch myself to make sure I am not dreaming.  By 6pm we decide to make our way back so we can cook dinner.

 

 

 

Tippy's Bar

 

Friday morning we have a heated debate on which beach to go to.  Because we can’t agree we decide to find Navy Beach.  Supposedly, this is a beautiful beach at a deserted US Navy base.  We follow the directions we have been given but it’s difficult to find.  As we have discovered over and over, street signs are not a priority on this island.  The first unmarked drive we turn down has an old military style guard house.  Surely, this is it.  But now what?  When we pass the guard stand we are faced with a couple of choices.  All lead to narrow paths where the jungle engulfs your vehicle.  Surely this can’t be right.  We put the car in reverse, start over and choose a different path. This time we end up at a dead end.  So the only choice left is this large concrete area that ends at a cliff.  We can see the beach but the only way down is to scale it sideways.  As we look around we are surprised to see a herd of goats.  Apparently, locals use this property for dumping.  We have to carefully tip toe around broken glass, an old toilet and other items of junk.  We are completely alone except for the ghosts of military past. We carefully make it down to the beach still scratching our heads.  I think our friends have left some details out. Once again we find ourselves on an amazingly beautiful beach.  And once again we find ourselves completely alone. We play for a while but we are not enjoying ourselves like at Club Med.  Maybe it’s the abandoned military buildings that are being  reclaimed by the jungle.  Maybe it’s the unsettling alone feeling.  Maybe it’s the goats.  But it’s starting to feel more like an episode of Lost than a vacation.  We long for Club Med.

US Navy Base Guard Shack

 

I wish I would have gotten a better shot of the price of gas when this was abandoned.

Navy Beach

We jump back in the car and drive back to Governor’s Harbour.  It was like the Club Med Beach was saying “Welcome Home”.  We spend a few glorious hours floating, swimming and sunning until a storm comes through.  The lightening off in the distance scares my daughter so we decide to pack it in.  Just in time, too.  The moment we close the car door the sky opens up.  By the time we make it back to Rainbow Bay the rain is stopped and the sky is beautiful again.  The kids don’t want any more beach time so we drop them off at the house to let them pound away on their IPads and we spend the rest of the daylight hours at Rainbow Beach.  We share the beach with 4 others this time.  They are speaking Italian and it occurs to me how far they must have traveled to get here.  I wonder if they know about the gorgeous beaches in Croatia, practically a stone’s throw away from Italy.

  

When we get back to the house Mike and I evaluate our cash situation.   We didn’t realize most places wouldn’t take credit cards and I’m pretty certain there is no Wells Fargo on the island.  So we budget our cash for the rest of the trip.  We still have to pay $240 for the car rental on the day we leave (and he definitely doesn’t take credit cards).  That doesn’t leave much left for food.

Saturday morning Mike gets ready to go back home to Dallas.  Because of work obligations he leaves a day earlier than we do.  He is taking a charter plane from Governor’s Harbour Airport to Nassau.  You know the kind of airline that asks you how much you weigh.  This terrifies me but Mike is left  un-phased.  He has a layover in Miami this time which means he’ll be travelling for most of the day.  For many reasons it’s sad to say goodbye.  Besides the fact we will miss him I’m starting to get panicky that I have to manipulate this island by myself.  Have I mentioned that they drive on the left hand side of the road?  Didn’t mention that? Neither did my friend.  Thank goodness the island is fairly uninhabited or we would have taken out a few cars by this point.

After we drop him off at the airport we continue on to Harbour Island.  This is a popular tourist destination on the northeast side of the island.  Everyone says you can’t get lost on Eleuthera because it’s basically one highway dividing the island.  But when you get to a fork in the road and there are no signs, then what?  Stubbornly, I have turned off my data service on my phone to save money on international data.  So, no Google Map.  We finally have to stop for directions and we eventually make it to the northeast end of the island.  From there you take a water taxi to Harbour Island, $5/person/ each way.  As the harbor comes into view it is obvious why this is popular with the tourists.  The island is very hilly and everywhere you look is an adorable colorful wood frame house trimmed with white paint framed in lush natural landscaping.  

 

When you port there are dozens of golf cart rental companies waiting for you.  This is the preferred method of getting around on the island.   Surprisingly, it’s only $40 to rent the cart for the whole day.  My son is chomping at the bit to drive.  I at least want to get off the dock before I let that happen.  We putt around town with no real agenda, trying to avoid hitting roosters crossing the road every now and then.   It’s stifling hot but we are enjoying our sightseeing.  With no map we are constantly finding ourselves on dead end roads or private drives.  So we spend the day making a lot of u-turns and decide it’s time for lunch.  It’s too hot to scout out the perfect restaurant so we just pick the first seafood place we see by the dock (there’s dozens of them).  You order at the counter (don’t mind the rooster walking between your feet) and choose a seat on the patio overlooking the bay.  It’s beautiful (and did I mention hot??)  We order grilled fish and coleslaw, $15 each.  We patiently wait for our food to be served.  Well, not so patiently.  The sun is really beating down on us now and we forget that Bahamians have their own version of expedience.   Finally, our food arrives.  I must admit, it is definitely worth the wait.  Plump shrimp are sautéed in fresh lime and spices, served with coleslaw.  I am usually not a coleslaw fan but this Bahamian version is great.  We eat fast so we can get back on the golf cart and get some breeze going to evaporate our soaked bodies.   I do let my son drive and he does pretty well.  It gives me an opportunity to take pictures…until he drives off the side of the road and almost flips us.  No worries.  All is well.  I’m back behind the driver seat and I hand the camera to Ella.  It pains me to admit that some of the best pictures taken on that excursion were by her.  Guess who’s getting a camera for Christmas?

Typical Bahamian unmarked roads. 

 

 

We find a sign that points us to a beach.  When we find the spot it’s basically a dead end with a narrow sandy trail between overgrown trees.  We climb up to the top and we are just a couple of feet between 2 multimillion dollar homes.  I have no idea if we are supposed to be there or not.  As usual, not much is marked.  Ella and I are not interested in swimming at this point so we let Tony take a quick dip while we drive around the neighborhood a few more times.   When we come to get him he has a happy and content look on his face.  He had the beach to himself and enjoyed every minute.  The sun is getting low in the sky so we head back.  We have a long and complicated journey ahead of us.  So I drive back making right and left turns constantly to make sure we haven’t missed any sights.  As we approach the dock my son says the words no mother wants to hear, “Mom, don’t get mad”.  While he was kicking back on the golf cart he laid his sandals next to him on the seat and they apparently fell off during one of the turns.  He has no idea where and I’m not sure I can remember all of the turns I made.   But we were able to back track and find one, then the second of the abandoned flip flops. 

We turn the cart back in by parking it and walking away.  How would they ever know if we hadn’t?  No credit card was taken, no contract filled out, no name given.  This is typical here.  Crime is practically nonexistent and people don’t seem to be worried about much.  The same water taxi is docked and loading a few people up.  We hop on and make the 10 minute ride back to Eleuthera.  When we dock we must have arrived around the locals quitting time.  There are about 100 commuters, laborers I think, looking for a ride home.  I think it’s common practice on the island to offer rides to anyone you can.  You can call them hitch hikers but it’s more of a way of life.  No one seems worried about picking up someone dangerous.  After all, they all know each other. 

We drive off and after a few minutes I reach another unmarked fork in the road.  It dead ends at a trash dump so we turn around and take the other way.  I immediately know this is going in the wrong direction also.  Now I’m really frustrated.  I decide to go back to the dock and start over.  As soon as I get there I realize I had gone the wrong direction completely and several locals look at me with amusement I’m sure.  By now we are really exhausted from the heat and the long day.  We just want to get back to the house. 

Having been here for a few days I feel I’m really getting familiar with the roads, despite driving on the left hand side of the road and total lack of street signage.   The highway follows the coastline, of course.  I’m thinking to myself how turquoise blue the Atlantic is on my left hand side.  Wow, really, really turquoise.   I know something is wrong.  The Atlantic isn’t that turquoise blue, the Caribbean is.  The town we are in doesn’t look the least bit familiar.  I keep driving though, hoping something will jog my memory.  Alas, I can go no further.  I am at the end of the island.  There is nothing more but ocean in front of me.  What the heck?  I ask Ella to turn my phone’s data service on and pull up Google Maps and find out where the heck we are.  When we finally ping on the screen I can’t believe my eyes.  We are on the north side of the island (we should be going south) and that WAS the Caribbean on my left.   Apparently, I took the wrong side of another unmarked fork in the road.  Well, at least I got to see a side of the island I wouldn’t have otherwise. 

It’s getting late and there is no food left at the house.  Every restaurant I come to is closed for the season.  I need to mention that most restaurant signs are a piece of plywood with the restaurant name painted on by hand hammered to a utility pole.  We end up at a gas station to fill up our rental so we can turn it in the next day.  When I go inside to pay there is a small grocery store inside.  And they take credit cards!!!  I tell the kids to load up on anything they want.  When we get back to the house we dine on a lovely meal of Ramen Noodles, Ravioli, cookies and bananas. 

Tony and I take one last dip at Rainbow Beach.  After an hour or so I have to force myself to get out and go back home.  I don’t want to leave Ella alone for too long.  Goodbye beautiful beach.  Goodbye gorgeous sunset.  Goodbye sand dollars.  Goodbye clear, rubbery, snake looking things curled up on the ocean floor.

I had grand ideas of getting up early and making one last beach trip.  But there’s too much packing and cleaning to get done.  When we are all packed up we have about 2 hours to kill so we take one last trip to Governor’s Harbour to buy snacks (hopefully) and take pictures.   When we get there I notice the sign that states the town was settled in the 1600’s.  I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a town that old in the United States.  It was Sunday morning and everything was closed except for the churches.  As I stood on the bay taking my panoramic shots I could hear the choirs singing from at least 2 different churches. It was a profound moment.

 

Governor's Harbour

It’s time to check in at the Governor’s Harbour Airport and return the rental car.  The airport consists of 2 small buildings, the terminal and the liquor store/rental car place.  We turn the car in and pay the man in cash, $60/day.  No one comes out to check the car or that I filled up my obligatory ½ tank of gas or make sure I actually brought it back at all. I guess they figure what else could I do with the car except turn it in.  It’s an island after all. 

Three different airlines fly out of there.  There is no security, no x-ray machines, and everyone gets to keep their shoes on.  There is a sign prohibiting propane tanks and fireworks on board.  Well thank goodness for that.  We fly on Southern Charter Air because it was recommended to us.  One of the other airlines is names Pineapple Air.  I don’t know why I find that so funny.  When it’s our time to board I let the kids have the first 2 seats behind the pilot.  The co-pilot asks Tony if he would be in charge of opening the hatch in case of emergency and then showed him how. Later Tony said he didn't understand a word he said.  Lol.

 Eighteen minutes later we land in Nassau (with exactly $20 left to my name).  We have at least 2 hours before our connection to DFW so I’m thinking we can relax and get a bite to eat.  Well, thank goodness we got there that early.  US Immigrations takes over an hour to get through.  The Miss Teen Pageant USA was in town over the weekend and all of the contestants and their families share the line with us.  I’m staring at more makeup and sprayed hair than I’ve seen in several days.  Reality has slapped me hard.

When I board the plane I have a big lump in my throat.   I am sad to leave this little slice of heaven.  But I also feel fortunate to have found it and even more fortunate for the lessons it taught me.   Happiness is found in the places we are with the people we love.  What more do we need?

Our Bahamian Adventure

Our Bahamian adventure is a tale of two opposites.  The first, Atlantis Resort in Nassau, a crowded and over the top tourist attraction appealing to the masses.  The second, Eleuthera,  a remote and extremely secluded island separating the Atlantic and Caribbean Sea.

 

My kids were beside themselves when they found out I had booked a stay at the Atlantis Resort.  What kid wouldn’t be? Commercials are always running on TV enticing you to their water park and turquoise blue water beaches.  Does anyone remember an earlier blog where I said “Americans have a passion for travel.  But typically, we travel to areas that have been Americanized for us. The locals speak English and serve us overpriced American food with lots of ice in our drinks.”  I had no idea just how accurate that would turn out to be.

The flight to get there is easy enough and depending on when you go fairly affordable.  Many airlines offer direct flights and from DFW it only takes 3 hours or so.  Immediately when you get off of the airplane in Nassau you notice the change in atmosphere.  Employees accept you in to their country by saying “Welcome home” with broad smiles on their faces.  An airport employee spends quite a bit of time giving us advice on what to do during our stay.  Smiling the whole time, I think he says “Welcome Home” three times.  I’ve never been greeted like that in any airport in my life. 

If your final destination is Nassau you will find taxis waiting for you to whisk you off to your resort.  Make sure you negotiate the fare before you leave but should be about $35 if going to Atlantis.  Our driver was excited to tell us about this capital city.  In typical taxi driver style he jockeys between cars, dodging oncoming traffic by mere centimeters as he plays tour guide. (Also, do you remember in one of my earlier blogs how I said people are the same everywhere? I guess this applies to cab drivers as well!) We actually arrived on the Bahamian Emancipation Day marking the anniversary of the abolishment of slavery. When we pass a statue of Queen Victoria in front of the parliament building he tells us that it was she that abolished slavery during her reign.  Also, the entire year marks the anniversary of 40 years of independence from Great Britain.  So the streets are crowded with locals celebrating their holiday. We get a quick look at the city center with its colorful Bahamian wood frame buildings.  

 As we get closer to our destination on Paradise Island the iconic silhouette of the Atlantis towers comes into view. The kids literally are bouncing in their seats.  We pull into the front drive and smiling hotel employees are quick to open our doors and collect our luggage.  Customer service appears to be important in the Bahamas.  We enter the massive lobby through gargantuan doors that make me feel Lilliputian-ish.  We approach the check-in counter where everyone is dressed in coral colored uniforms.  The extremely polite woman behind the counter informs us are room is not ready (it’s 4:00 in the afternoon) so she is going to upgrade us to a room with a better view. But, that room is not available either.  She asks us to step aside and wait 20 minutes and by then it should be ready.  However, it is still not ready at that time and we are upgraded again.  By the time all is said and done and 3 hours later, we are upgraded to the top floor with a beach view and a $100 credit.  We do not realize at this point how that credit would come in handy. 

The grounds are lush but neatly manicured.

When we finally get to our room we change into our suits as fast as we can and race downstairs to ride the rides.  The moment our feet hit the concrete the entire park closes.  The park is only open until 7pm and because our 4 o’clock arrival took 3 hours to sort out we miss one whole day of water park adventure.  Sigh.  But the beach is open!  So we make our way to the beach.  But just so you know, the towel hut closes at 7 also so don’t expect any towels. 

I’ve been to a lot of different beaches but this sand is different from any I’ve seen.   It’s light and fluffy almost like it’s infused with air.  It just sifts through your fingers like tiny pieces of Styrofoam.  The water is so clear you can see as far out as your eyes will let you.  I love Texas beaches but it has always bothered me that I could never tell what I was stepping on (sea weed, shell, shark??)  To your left locals are offering Jet Ski rides out into the ocean and to your right… ladies braiding cornrows.

After an hour or so of swimming we realize how hungry we are so we decide to get cleaned up and find something to eat.  The restaurants in the resort are feeding 90% of the guests all at the same time.  Without a reservation you can forget about getting fed.  With a reservation you are waiting in very long lines anyway.  The only option we are left with is to go the counter at one of the delis and get sandwiches to go.  Four sandwiches and four bottles of water later…$65. 

On the way back to our room we have to walk through the casino.  Mike and I get a little sparkle in our eyes but decide to get our kids back to the room.  It’s been a long day so we decide to hit the hay so we can get up early and have a full day of water park fun.

The grounds at the resort have beautiful landscaping.
If you look closely you can see a shark dorsal fin in the lower left corner.

I loved these oversized flying fish!

 At the crack of dawn we make our way downstairs for breakfast…along with hundreds of other hungry people.  We wait in the long line at the breakfast bar where we each choose something simple like cereal, a Danish, etc.  We each get a drink and pay the lady $70.  We have to stand to eat but feel we have “scored” because we have a marble room divider to set our food. Another family close by is eating on the carpeted floor.

With breakfast behind us we head to the water park.  We reach the doors to the outside and what do we see? Rain.  And lots of it.  It’s pouring outside, complete with thunder, lightning and swaying palm trees.  I know in the islands it rains a lot, usually a flash storm and then it’s over.  Nope.  This lasted most of the day.  We go back to the room and it stops raining.  We go back downstairs and it



Can you see the heavy rain?

starts raining again.  We do this song and dance a few times before we decide it’s time for lunch.  We can’t stomach another expensive meal so we grab a cab and head into town.  We get a recommendation from the taxi driver of a restaurant where the locals eat.  Supposedly, it has the freshest food with the largest portions so that’s where we go. The cab driver calls ahead to the restaurant so when we get out of the car there is a restaurant employee waiting for us.  We are welcomed by “Big Mama” and she invites us in.  The restaurant is not much more than a wooden shack with picnic tables in two rows.  But we know immediately we are in for a treat.  Most of the patrons are locals but a few other tourists have discovered this little gem as well.

Big Mama recommends Conch Fritters for an appetizer.  Conch is the meat from a conch shell, sort of like calamari and then it is deep fried with batter into what looks like a hush puppy.  Very tasty and not dry at all like hush puppies can be.  She brings a creamy sauce to dip them in but they are good by themselves, too.

Mike orders a homemade fruit punch for his drink.  He offers me some and I am immediately regretting my choice of mineral water.    (We’ve been trying to figure out how to make that punch ever since.)  For our entrees we order grilled grouper, fried snapper and fried shrimp.  We are told that grouper and snapper are traditional Bahamian dishes, especially the snapper.  So when in Rome… All are served with a rice and peas dish.   We look around at all of the locals and everyone is eating either the snapper or the grouper.  My snapper arrives and I have already been prepared for the fact that it will still have the head and tail attached.  This is not a big deal because I was raised with a family that fished in southern Louisiana.  But I can imagine some tourists might be caught off guard.  The food is wonderful and we are so glad we escaped Atlantis to enjoy some local flavor.   We don’t save any money, however.  Our bill is close to $100.  Not sure how the locals afford this.

Oh Andros...where we had our amazing lunch!

By the time lunch is over the rain has stopped and the sun is shining full strength.  We say our good byes to Big Mama and  ask a waiting cab driver to get us back to Atlantis and step on it!  We throw our suits back on and make our way back to the water park.  The moment we get to the doors it starts to rain again but no thunder.   We figure we will get wet anyway so we shrug our shoulders and tear through the doors like fifth graders on the last day of school.  Our kids are off and running and we will not see them again until the park closes.  Mike and I set out to find the ride we keep hearing about.  It looks like an Aztec pyramid and you shoot out of it into the shark tank below.  Of course you are separated by a glass partition but you are up close with about a dozen nurse sharks.  We get in line with a couple hundred veteran 8-12 year olds who are looking at us with smirks on their faces.  We are the oldest ones in line by 30 years.  We make the mistake of asking them which of the rides are scary.  We get an earful of “awesome” this and “lame” that.  When it is our turn we get on the tube built for two and slide into the pitch black curvy tunnel that eventually lands in the middle of the shark tank.   I have to admit it was pretty cool.  Oddly I’m not nearly as concerned with the sharks as I am of the people who are watching us on the other side of the tank wall. We spend the rest of the day riding (admittedly) really ”awesome” rides. With an added benefit, though.  At the top of each ride, right before you get on, you get to look out at  the  most beautiful view of the Caribbean you can imagine.  It does seem bizarre that anyone would choose to be enclosed in a man made themed attraction instead of enjoying the natural beauty of this island.  We will get our chance. 

Our kids riding into the shark tank.

One of many sharks in the "tank".

The view from our room.

My last ride of the day is the “lazy river”, however, there is nothing lazy about this river.  It generates large waves throughout so the feeling is closer to white water rapids (ish).  This winds through the park until I am completely turned around and have no idea where to get off.  I have lost Mike and the kids and it’s not until an employee makes us get out because it’s closing time do I ever get off.  When I finally find the rest of my crew we decide we are having too much fun to go up so we head to the beach.  As soon as our feet hit the sand Mike and Tony are approached by the Jet Ski guys.  Because it’s late in the day they make an offer we can’t refuse.  We don’t see those two again for quite some time.  Ella and I spend the rest of the daylight playing in the ocean.  We have a ball playing in the water, floating, digging in the airy sand and relaxing.  When the sun starts to set we head up to the room.

We get cleaned up and by the time we are ready for some dinner the boys show up and tell us all about their Jet Ski ride. They had a blast, of course, but the Jet Ski broke down out in the ocean and they had to be rescued.  Luckily they could still be seen from the shore when the bike died.  It did make me wonder if any of the water sports are regulated for maintenance.

We are still full from our lunch so we decide to forgo dinner and just get dessert.  We have to get up pretty early to head out to Eleuthera anyway.  So we go back to the same deli and order 3 milkshakes and a woopie pie for Ella (of course).  $41.  On the way back to our room we have to go through the casino again, and again Mike and I get that same twinkle in our eyes.  We deliver the kids back to our hotel room and we decide to indulge in some adult entertainment, so to speak.   Having been to way too many apparel conventions in Las Vegas, I am not a stranger to the slot machine.  But these are high stake machines that will suck down your $20 before you know what has happened.  I am feeling very discouraged that not much had paid off and then boom…a large pay out.  Animated coins dance around the screen as I am pounding on the cash out button.  I know when to walk away.  I cash that voucher out quick before any other machine could be heard calling my name. 

Next time…The adventure continues in Eleuthera.