Bahamas Day 5

This morning we got up and headed out the door. We signed up for a tour to take us to the island’s National Park. On our drive to the park and caves, our driver gave us a lot of history on The Grand Bahamas and the local cities we have been exploring. 


Until 1973, The Grand Bahamas were under British rule. The indigenous people, Lucayans, have been here as early as 300-400AD. Back in 1492 when Christopher Columbus sailed across the world, he landed on the islands- he also thinks he discovered the Bahamas. You can’t discover a place where people already live. Anyways. When he landed, he came across the native people of the island who traveled here from what is now Cuba. 


The Islands were under British rule, with the abdicated Duke of Windsor being installed as governor. In 1955, an American by the name of Wallace Groves came to the island with a big interest in their pine trees. This particular Island of the Bahamas naturally has really tall skinny pine trees with the pines only at the tops of the trees. They only grow on three different areas across the various islands and keys because Freeport in particular has a huge natural supply of salt and fresh water. These trees can only survive with fresh water and have thrived here in Freeport. With lumber interests in mind, Wallace came to the Bahamas to cultivate these trees and sell them to buyers in South America. It was agreed then by the Bahamian government that Wallace could have land to cultivate these trees, so long as its purpose was to develop the island economically. Under Wallace’s grant, Freeport became the first free trade zone on the island of Grand Bahama. Alas, the name, Freeport. 


In 1973, Grand Bahama elected to remove themselves from British rule. The agreement is that after 100 years of independence, they will officially be let go into independence and cut all lasting ties with the British. However, until then Queen Elizabeth is still technically recognized as their monarch. They will celebrate 44 years of independence on July 10. They also go dollar for dollar with the U.S. and are technically one of the richest countries in North America.


I guess I’m giving you all a major history lesson, again. But, I find it all very interesting and we learned a lot about the island today. Also, their population is less than half a million. I think ~475,000 is what he said.


As we drove around, our driver talked a lot about the Hurricanes and the damage it as causes the island. And boy is it a lot. Hurricane after Hurricane they have endured. He explained the different parts of the city that flood, almost 6 feet of water just due to elevation and areas that flood up to 4 feet. 


We drove by one area and he pointed out and said that it was their hill. He said, “You all may call it a speed bump, but to us, we call it a hill” haha! It’s 41 feet above sea level. Big hill, y’all. 
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We arrived to the National Park only to see the skies looking stormy. Everything around us was wet, but it wasn’t raining. We go to explore their national park which is 40 acres. Baby park! Walk around trails and go into caves. Beneath the park there is actually a huge system of underwater caves that look really cool to explore! 


The first cave we went into was called Ben’s cave. The cave was discovered when part of the ceiling collapsed to reveal a clear pool of water. It is fresh water that actually sits on top of a layer of salt water! Weird, right? There are underwater passages that spread from Ben’s cave for thousands of yards. This makes the Lucayan cavern system one of the longest surveyed in the world. There’s tons of bats that live down there.
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After we walked to a second cave called Burial Mound Cave. The bodies of several Lucayan Indians were found at the entrance of this cave. The bones were perfectly preserved in fresh water under a mound of rocks, about 6 feet down. There’s also a new, rare class of crustaceans that live here too!
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After the caves and walking around the park, we got back on the bus and headed toward Gold Rock Beach. We had about an hour here, but neither Sam or I felt like swimming and the clouds were looking mean. But the water was unbelievable! I couldn’t believe there was water bluer than what we had already been seeing. We found a bench, posted up and enjoyed the view. 


The second we felt a rain drop, we jumped. We already played this game on this trip and we learned our lesson real quick. That one drop was about to turn into a bucket. We jumped up, gathered our few belongings and began to quickly make our way down the path back to the bus. We still got soaked. Because it did eventually pour. BUT, not as wet as we could have been had we moved slower. We laughed, as always. Made it to the bus and began to freeze our faces off. The first time we have really legitimately been cold on this trip. OH! And we totally brought rain jackets on this trip- we just chose NOT to bring them today because.. I don’t know. I honestly don’t know why. Half asleep? Didn’t check the weather? Didn’t occur to us? All of the above probably. So our useful handy dandy rain jackets sat nicely folded, warm and dry, in our room. 
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We go to the next stop which is another beach, but mostly restaurant. Banana Bay. It would have been beautiful if it was raining. I mean, it was still beautiful in the rain, but I could see the huge appeal for it in the sun. You can sit outside on a deck over the ocean. Over that clear blue water! We sat inside, obviously, where there was not nearly as much seating, understandably. We had their world famous banana bread, which was delicious, and dragged our cold wet selves back onto the bus to head home.
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We get back and are tired. I lay on the bed, only to take an impromptu nap and Sam, being all productive and stuff, read some more and worked out. When she returned from her workout, she brought back reports of sunshine, warm weather, and motivation to get our butts and hammocks outside. So we did. We put our hammocks back up, read on the beach, and enjoyed the insanely beautiful sunset. Then we came to the lobby and I sat down and wrote this. 
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Bahamas Day 4

We got up this morning, grabbed our hammocks and slack line and headed back to our palm trees. At this point, Sam and I have finished two books each and gotten some sun. We lazed around, all day. All. Day.

I finished a book, got up to check on Sam who was passed out asleep in her hammock. I went for a swim and while in the ocean I saw a sting ray jump out, try to fly and fall back in, then jump out and do it again! It was pretty cool. Animal wise, we have seen crabs roaming free, the biggest butterfly ever, all the misquotes (we have been eaten alive at this point) and now this sting ray. 

And that’s pretty much it. All we did, all day. 

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At night we decided to go to back to Lucaya Marketplace for dinner and drinks. All those restaurants and bars I mentioned before? We saw one we wanted to try and we had also heard that a place to go to is a place called Rum Runners. We get to the port, wanting to eat at a bar we remembered from two days ago. We get to the bar and sure enough, it is Rum Runners. We decide not to eat there (intending to go there later) and eat at a place next door called Kalypto. We ordered a drink called the Relaxer and ordered food. Again, we waited… forever to get food. But the time food had arrived, the entire bar around us was packed with more people from the Navy ship in port. So many people. This bar had two bartenders and probably 30-40 people trying to get drinks. Sam and I were sitting at the bar and these guys around us were all having a hard time ordering. Literally, I think it’s just because they were young and inexperienced? One guy was like “I said Hi to her twice though” 

….there are a ton of people here right now trying to get drinks. Don’t say Hi, order dude! We helped some of them out by ordering for them. 

Finally, it started to die down a bit and Sam and I were finishing up our food, who walks and sits next to us? Jacob. Alabama. Don. Ani. All the guys from the fish fry. It was fun to know people again and talk. Everyone ordered drinks and hung out talking and laughing. This Alabama kid, just making Sam and I laugh. He’s a young kid having a good time, being funny. It was entertaining to watch them all interact with each other. 

At some point, I decide to go to the bathroom. When I come back I hear and see whispering among all of these guys. I hear Alabama with his back to me say, “no no, she’s lost it” and Jacob responds with “I hate when she does that” and looks up at me and next thing I know, Alabama (Connor) turns around and leans towards me like he’s holding a mic and starts singing “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips” followed with Jacob and his microphone “and there’s no tenderness before in your fingertips” and I know exactly what is happening. In sync and growing louder, “she’s trying hard not to show it, but baby, baby I know it” and then whole little group of sailors start singing loud and together in this bar, people looking good, “you’ve lost that loving feeling, whoaoa that loving feeling, bring back that loving feeling cause gone gone gone… whoaoh- oh-ou-oh ba-dum, ba-dum” and y’all know the rest.

That one scene in Top Gun with Goose and Mav ? Yeah. That happened last night. In real life. Except they weren’t in their summer whites and didn’t have real microphones. 

It was absolutely hilarious and adorable. Sitting next to them, a little befuddled, Sam looks at me and said, “I have no idea what is going on” I laughed and got red as they sang and said, “oh, I sure do. It’s Top Gun. This is a movie.” And just let them finish. 

So that was fun. We ended up staying at Kalypso the entire time before catching a cab and heading home.

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Bahamas Day 3

We set an alarm today! And it woke us up! Success. We did it. We woke up at a reasonable hour. We got up with a plan and ready to put it in action. We each poured ourselves a bowl of cereal with our fancy almond/coconut milk blend. Ate breakfast, categorized books we had finished read on our reading challenge (don’t judge) and got ready. Learning our lesson from day one, we covered ourselves adequately from head to toe in Sam’s zinc-based sunscreen. We had successfully made ourselves look whiter, huzzah. Determined, we got our hammocks, straps, towels, water bottles, books, hat, sunglasses, assortment of sunscreen and aloe, phones and go pro, and set out for a day of relaxation. We returned to our perfect palm tree spot of three trees we found last night and began setting up our hammocks. Hammocks up, without discussion we both seemed to agree not to put up the slack line yet, which we would later find out was an excellent choice. Putting up the hammocks was fun, because it was insanely windy and they were blowing out like parachutes, but we managed. Posted, this was our view. 


We each laid in our hammocks, reading our books. Mine happens to be taking place at a beach so that was nice to relate to the scenery. It’s warm, sunny, and breezy. Paradise.


Until it wasn’t. Until I started feeling a little mist of water. Until I sat up, curious, only to hear Sam say, “Do you feel the rain?” I respond with, “Is it rain, or just mist being blown by the wind?” Only to have Mother Nature respond with an increased amount of downpour upon on. Now both, sitting up in our hammocks look at each other with a “What do we do? Is this going to pass?” Only with out thoughts to be answered with MORE RAIN. It’s pouring. Outside. On the beach. On us. On our hammocks. With that, we are up. We jump up and immediately start stripping the tree of our hammocks in a windy, rainy, madness. I opted to leave everything that was in my hammock (towel, book, hat, water bottle, room key) all in the hammock and carry it back that way. However, I was determined not to walk back to our room in just my bathing suit. I HAD to put on my dress. So, there I stood. On the beach, in the crazy wind, with rain pouring down trying to put my dress back on over my suit. The problem was not only was my dress getting more wet and harder to manage by the second, the wind blowing was shaking my hammock amuck, and I didn’t want all my things to blow out. One hand holding the hammock closed together, and keeping it as still as possible, while the other hand and my mouth worked to find the bottom of my dress and put it over me. I don’t know how I managed to make this work, I just did. Looking back, it feels like magical forces were on my side because
I literally have no idea how I made that happen. Dress on. Soaked, sticking to me, wind blowing, I somehow manage to get everything off this tree. I look at Sam, equally wet, cold, and wind blown who also got everything down, and set off back to the room. Soaked, standing at our door that we’ve now mastered, we try to dry off and wipe off all the water and sand we have just accumulated before going in. We manage that, bring everything in, hang it up to dry, change and decide to play Bingo that was just about to start around the corner. We played the weirdest rounds of bingo. Some were four corners OR a square of four, Lucky 7 (literally just the first person to get 7 numbers), and bad luck bingo. Bad Luck Bingo was my favorite because it meant the person with the worst bingo board got to win. Anytime a number was called, if you had it, you were automatically out. Sam made it to top 4 for this round! I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing….? But she got out before she could win. She was close! 

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Of course, after bingo, the sun was out again and it was back to being a beautiful day. We decided we were gonna pick everything back up and go set up in our spot again. So we did. We got all our towels, hammocks, slack line, sunscreen, etc AGAIN and set it all up. This time, slack line included. Side note, as we were walking in to our room, the is older couple (who is on the other side of our locked door) came out of their room. They stopped and asked if we were the ones staying our room (as we stood at the door) and we said yes. The woman responded with “Oh, you were out partying last night?” Sam and I looked at each other confused. We told her no, and her husband proceeded to say, “well, then you were up late” Sam and I again, look at each other confused, knowing we weren’t and the husband tells us how they were up late watching TV and could hear us. Even more confused I respond with “We were up late in bed reading our books” and the woman says something about how she heard showering (Sam showered) and assumed we were going out. We all laughed, said nope just up reading. After all that was settled, I realized what I said and looked at Sam and we both laughed and shrugged it off. If people didn’t already think we were a couple (which we are pretty sure they do) they definitely do now with my “we were in bed reading comment” oh well, no problem in that. We went back in to get our stuff. 


On our way out, I was making the conscious decision that this time I would not bring my hat. The moment I did this, I looked around for my hat and then panicked when I could not find it. This hat, my lovely sun hat, has had a lot of hoopla in my circle of friends and buying/owning this hat. But I love it. I’ve stuck by it, in my whole.. uh… two weeks of owning it? Haha! Anyways, I instantly realized my hat was missing. And I was so sad. In all of our panic and rush, it must have fallen out and blown away. I was convinced it was gone forever, while Sam held a lot more optimism. Sure enough though, we walk out back to our area, and there rumbled up- but there!- in the sand was my hat! I grabbed it, so happy to have it back, and apologized to it? Because inanimate objects have feelings in my world and I felt bad it got left behind and beaten up. 


Hat back, hammocks up, slack line up, we decided to go for a swim and to take the GoPro. I’ve never taken my GoPro in water before and read online it was waterproof up to 33ft in water without a case. I must have read this a million times on the internet, but was still convinced I read it wrong and that I was carrying my GoPro to its death. I didn’t. It was totally fine. We had a blast swimming in the warm blue water, talking and soaking up the sun. After we jumped in our hammocks and just read away the afternoon.

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We knew we had to go back to the room around 4:30 to shower get ready and head out to the fish fry tonight. Right before we went in we decided to play with the slack line a little more. Next thing you know, this shorter stockier older man comes up and starts talking to us. His accent was apparent immediately and I knew this guy had to either be from New Jersey or Philadelphia. Too many of my family members sound similar to this guy. Sure as shit, he’s from New Jersey. He was a kind retired construction worker who owns a home and spends time here a couple months out of the year. Told us about his kids, asked what we did, and looked like he had been in the sun a lot more than we had.


Back in the room we got ready and left. We double checked with the front desk lady about how to get there. She said it was walkable, or we could take a $3 cab. Sam and I opted to walk and set out. It was so hot. Like, really hot. 5:30 in the evening, sun up and we were covered in sweat. It made the walk feel long. Not to mention our directions were “follow the road all the way and turn right, then any of the three entrances” so walking without being too sure of where the road ended, felt long. We eventually see a stop sign and assume that is our end and note to turn right. As we approach this stop sign, a taxi drives by full of guys. One of them says, “hey pretty ladies” and followed by “we have alcohol” as they keep driving. We roll our eyes, ignore them (as any girl out there understands how annoying this is) and keep walking. We see them turn where we are turning. Then turn again where we need to go. 


Great.
Awesome.
Fabulous.
Super excited. 


We keep walking, lose sight of the cab, round a corner and see a group of restaurants. We have found the fish fry. We walk up to one, decide to check the other and after being handed menus, pick the second place. It’s hot. We are sweating. Sitting outdoors, no fans. So, we got two beers. Sam and I have now tried both Bahamian beers here. There is Kalik and Sands. A server went out of his way to tell us Sands was produced on the islands, which leads me believe Kalik is not. Kalik claims be “The beer of the Bahamas” while Sands is “Truly Bahamian beer”


They’re both light beer.
They taste like light beer.
Light. Beer. 


Sands was a little better. But now we’re getting into details and the classic debate of Coors or Bud. Light beer is light beer.


Anyways, back to my main story. Me. Sam.
Ordering beer at the bar, a guy comes up to the bar next to us and orders a drink? Many drinks? Wasn’t really paying attention. All I noted were his shorts and his Hawaiian style button up he was sporting. Then I hear him exchanging words with the bartender. He never looks at us, but he knows we are there and is talking loud enough. Bar tender says something about his total, the guy responds and says something like “Not to mention the $80 I dropped at Señor Frogs earlier today” 


Okay. No. If you know what Señor Frogs is, you understand this. Those of you who don’t, Señor Frogs is a total American tourist trap. I’ve mostly seen them from my time in Mexico. They play loud American music, cater to American things, etc. and to each their own. But oh my god. 
The way the guy said this though, I wanted to laugh. He thought he sounded so cool. Already on a roll, after the bartender makes another response this guy responds with “Tell that to my accountant” 


I think my eyes almost rolled out of my head. Sam and I looked at each other, rolled out eyes, laughed and commented on how much of a tool this guy just sounded like. To be honest, I’m pretty sure the word “douchebag” was used. I could not handle how pompous this guy sounded. We left and went back to our seats. 


We drank our beer, fanned ourselves and made friends with the people sitting next to us from Maryland. Mother, her two daughters and son-in-law. They frequent the Bahamas often and the mother (from Mississippi actually) let us borrow her bug spray! Which was nice.. and we used.. on our legs. Didn’t spray our backs. Remember that. 


Waiting for a server, 45 minutes, one beer and a Bahama Mama later, no server. We flag down a guy and just tell him we are ordering with him. The people next to is make a joke about how we are gonna wait another hour to get our food. They weren’t wrong. Service was slow. Real slow. Dad, you would have hated it. 


Talking, drinking, waiting, looking around and across the seating area four guys sitting at a table, drinking. And then Sam says, “Oh look, and there’s douchebag with them” of course. We agree. Of course douchebag, his friends- these were the guys in the taxi. Of course. So what did we do?


We judged. We judged real hard. We stared at them, assessing their glasses, visors (yeah dude had a visor) and their demeanor with each other and judged. We guessed what they did for work. They looked younger, clearly Mr. Tell-My-Accountant thought he was coolest one there. We guessed them to be engineers, accountants, or maybe IT. After a solid debate on what they do for a living, and still no food, I tell Sam I will buy her two drinks if she just goes and asks them what they do so we can settle this. I didn’t need to bet her, that was dumb on my part, Sam is ballsy. Those of you that know her, she’s got no shame and no fear of things like this. I admire it greatly about her. Sam jumps right on up, walks over, and says “Hi friends. I’m Sam. My friend and I have a bet about where you’re all from and what you do for work. So, ready? Go.” And proceeds to point around in the circle to each one so they know it’s their turn. 


No chill.
No shame. 
Have to love it. 


They’re all going around at this point, I can’t hear or see so I turn back to my drink awaiting Sam’s report. Next thing I know, there’s a guy, sitting in the chair across from me. Who says, “My friends and I have a bet about what you two do for a living” I laughed, told him to guess and figure it out. 


Turns out they’re all part of the Navy. Jacob (dude who sat down across from me) admitted that they were the ones in the taxi who yelled at us, that it was douchebag (of course) who’s name is Yosh. Jacob apologized for Yosh, trying to justify his actions with “he’s only 19” I took this moment to educate him and explain that contrary to popular belief, that is 100% not a way to successful get women’s attention. The wrong approach. 


A whole group of navy men, and one woman! were in port for a few days. We sort of? Made friends. Not with Yosh. That ship sailed. Ha get it? Cause they’re in the Navy?


We got our food- Conch, fried Barracuda, broiled Grouper, rice and peas, plantains, and mac cheese.


That’s right, friends! I ate barracuda, conch, and grouper! Look at me! Trying stuff. Conch was the best, followed by grouper. Wasn’t feeling the barracuda, it had bones in it! This morning I looked up pictures of all the fish I tried last night. They look gross. Never again. 


We walked from one restaurant to the next, which had music playing and a dance floor. We hung out, hand fun with everyone and watched Alabama dance around and have fun. Alabama is what we called one of the guys all night. I don’t actually remember his real name, and he’s not from Alabama, but super into and all about Alabama and Alabama football. He kept saying “Roll tide!” All night. So, all I knew to do was call him Alabama. 


It was a fun night, we walked back to our room and crashed. 

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