Considering how long it takes to get a sailboat to where we are at, it's rather embarrassing how quickly a twin prop plane can get us there. Of course they didn't stow any food or fishing gear for us.
At this point Lisa and I are being yelled at. I guess they don't like us taking pictures of de plane mon.
North Eleuthera International Airport.
At this point Lisa and I are being yelled at. I guess they don't like us taking pictures of de plane mon.
North Eleuthera International Airport.
The short time we were here, the airport seemed very efficient. The ground taxi and the water taxi ride back to Spanish Wells went off without a hitch.
Spanish Wells is bit different than most places we've been. They
keep their houses freshly painted and everything seems well kept.
Spanish Wells is bit different than most places we've been. They
keep their houses freshly painted and everything seems well kept.
The fishing fleet in Spanish Wells is responsible for a large majority of the Bahamian fish and lobster exports, and there are no rusty, run down looking boats that we normally see around fishing communities. They are all brightly painted and kept looking good.
Supermarket parking lot with Yugos and BMWs Spanish Wells style.
Supermarket parking lot with Yugos and BMWs Spanish Wells style.
This is a very large and well stocked supermarket by Bahamian standards. You will need to sell your house and your boat to buy enough groceries for lunch though.
Don't be fooled by this casual looking parking lot. The streets here are like rush hour in Dallas (well maybe just before or just after rush hour when the cars are still moving very fast). There are no sidewalks, they drive on the wrong side of the road, they drive like maniacs, and the concept of yielding to pedestrians does not exist. Also, most of these things have stereos. We did do a lot of walking while at Spanish Wells. Many of the locals are descendants from the Loyalists who settled here after we whupped them, so they are more European looking. They are a very friendly, proud and industrious people. We really enjoyed our time there.
We met a local lobster diver and his family one night at the local conch fritter hangout. The large lobster boats tow smaller launches that split up during the day with 2 divers each and they collect lobsters, then return to the mother ship. Apparently, a front that moved through while we were in Florida, sunk a couple of their launches, so the boat our new friend crews on was in port until repairs were made. Later on, we happened to walk by his house, and he gave us a bunch of bananas he had just picked from his front yard.
More peaceful walking on this beach than the roads. The house is not bad either.
Don't be fooled by this casual looking parking lot. The streets here are like rush hour in Dallas (well maybe just before or just after rush hour when the cars are still moving very fast). There are no sidewalks, they drive on the wrong side of the road, they drive like maniacs, and the concept of yielding to pedestrians does not exist. Also, most of these things have stereos. We did do a lot of walking while at Spanish Wells. Many of the locals are descendants from the Loyalists who settled here after we whupped them, so they are more European looking. They are a very friendly, proud and industrious people. We really enjoyed our time there.
We met a local lobster diver and his family one night at the local conch fritter hangout. The large lobster boats tow smaller launches that split up during the day with 2 divers each and they collect lobsters, then return to the mother ship. Apparently, a front that moved through while we were in Florida, sunk a couple of their launches, so the boat our new friend crews on was in port until repairs were made. Later on, we happened to walk by his house, and he gave us a bunch of bananas he had just picked from his front yard.
More peaceful walking on this beach than the roads. The house is not bad either.
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