I went to the Bahamas. I know what you're thinking- beach, shopping, seafood dinners, frothy drinks while tanning by the pool, night life of bars, music, people and possible dancing- yeah I thought that too. We looked at the map and realized that the plane was landing at one end of the island and our hotel was at the other end of the 42 mile long island, but hey we figured we'd get to see the scenery on the drive. Oh man- we were wrong. About 1,500 people on the island, not at all commercialized, they even drive on the Left! (ha ha j/k) Not only that but all the seaweed on the usually pristine pink sand beaches, and the wind blowing from the East (rare), giant spiders, and wasps in the sand. I truly think we were in the Bermuda triangle.
Where the hell are we was the mantra for the weekend.
It gets better though... The lav didn't get dumped, 2 crew members drank till they threw up (me included in that number), everyone got hit on, I endured 2 cases of mistaken identity- honeymooner (pilot for a hubby) and a physician (my captain gave me a nickname of Doc Jones...its a long story), got lost even though the island only has 1 road and learned that the only way to get anywhere is "left at the round about," saw a sting ray and 2 sharks (feeble attempt made to capture shark with sea trash), visited the highest point in all the Islands (206 ft above seas level) and....(drum roll please!) made it back to the USA to tell about it! (After paying $250 to the customs lady.)
Welcome to the Bahamas.
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