My time in NY was intermitted by two mini vacations - the Bahamas and then Boston.
The Bahamas was, if you will, a holiday within a holiday - from freezing, frenetic NYC to tranquil sandy beaches. The live caribbean band playing in the airport on arrival was an indication of the vibe on the island; so chilled. A world away from the mistrusting stares of American security.
The opportunity to go there really only existed because a sweet little thing I know from Uni lives there (Hi Merle), and I was in the area, so to speak. So I was met at the airport by my friend and chaffeured across the island to her beautiful home on the edge of the ocean, taking in the island and the views as we went.
This included a pit-stop at Potter's Cay, conch central, for some conch salad from a local seller. All selling the same product in the same location at the same price, competition seems to be limited to who has the loudest stereo (that's my business degree coming out)! Anyway, it's really tasty - I refer you to my facebook status of the time "Gavin loves conch'.
My vacation there was in keeping with the island life mentality. I ate well, slept in, drank beer, swam in the sea and generally chillaxed. We did find time to visit the local market where the big black mommas hang out, as well as the Museum of Emancipation which was interesting, as it is a subject I know little about (other than that is was a enviable luxury to own a few slaves, wouldn't mind one myself). I also enjoyed a night out at a reggae hall (all in the hips I'm told) and savoured a Lycheetini.
The highlight howver was Rose Island, an uninhabited island paradise, that Merle, her friend Tara and I boated out to. White beaches, crystal clear water and 2 beautiful girls in bikinis - what more could you want! I received a botany tour from Merle, not that I asked for it, and we saw an eagle ray on the opposite side of the island which was fascinating. We ended up staying a little too late on the island; it was getting dark and a little dangerous when we sped back home between the reefs. Who can blame us though?!
I must apologise for visiting such a beautiful place and only taking one photo. I'll put it down to having too much of a good time to care about photos. And it would be unforgivabable not to mention Merle's mum's cooking - I'm still reminiscing over those BBQ ribs!