Grand Bahama

On one particularly hectic day, we rented a car to do a whirlwind provisioning run. This is where the Garmin told us Super Target was located. (After having already visited the site of a Target that had been torn down for rebuilding.)


Dougie Fresh showing off his second helping of Ice Cream Tower while I was playing with my new camera. My old camera finally had enough of being tossed around in my bag and refused to focus anymore, so I bought myself a waterproof, shockproof, pocket sized little point and shoot to beat up. The underwater part was especially exciting since we were headed off to the Bahamas.


On Christmas day we departed for Grand Bahama. We spent the day underway and Hannah made a turkey. Had I not pasted over her face, she probably would have made me take it down. That's what she gets for making faces.


The Grand Bahama Yacht Club, where we docked, was a nice enough place but suffered from the same ghost town feel as the previous location. Much easier on the eyes, though.




We did have a neighbor on a smaller boat for a while. Meet Sad Boy. He would sit there looking so sad, sometimes crying, while he video chatted with someone we assumed to be his girlfriend. Poor, poor kid forced to vacation on a yacht with his parents over the holiday. Actually, I kinda felt for the kid... it was a really lonely place to be.




We spent most of our daylight free time at the pool since you had to take a water taxi ride to get to the beach. Not being high season, the pool and its bar/restaurant was always eerily empty.



One day, we took the "bus" to the grocery store to buy food. It was actually just a van.



I have no idea how the impoverished locals can afford to eat on this island! Everything was easily double, if not triple, the price it would be in the states. And the quality of the goods often left a lot to be desired. They must all eat ramen.




It was cold! Well, to be fair, I tend to get cold when it drops below 75. Here I am sporting a ridiculously fat jacket for a tender ride while the other tourists (all three of them) were in their bathing suits. I didn't feel too bad, though--the locals were all bundled up too.



Sunset from the treadmill on the second deck. This is the view I ran to every night. Not too shabby at all.