Bahama Trauma (Part 2)

What’s it like to wake up the calm blue waters of the Bahamas? Well, it’s pretty sweet, especially when there is smoked salmon waiting via room service. Truthfully, being on the lower floors of the boat is always a jittery experience, as the boat likes to kind of shuffle sideways to get into port. But I’m not complaining…well, actually, I probably am. I’m kind of a b. And the heat awaits.






Paradise Island and the Atlantis resort...we weren’t in town long enough to make it worth our while to venture out that far.

Who did we find in port that morning? My two lovely sisters who decided to join us for our jaunt into town. Despite the reviews online that said the best thing to do in Nassau is stay on the boat, we found that the best thing in Nassau was…well…not the McDonalds. Anything but the McDonalds.






An inflatable Santa in the visitors centre…his ‘hood was the only place with Wi-Fi and, well, we HAD to check-in on Facebook.

Little did we know, Nassau holds a full 8-hour New Years parade called a Junkanoo and we caught the last floats bobbing along the streets at 8 AM.









Welp, there is not much to do in Nassau on national holiday at 8 in the morning. However, I make my own fun by taking pictures of random things that hold no significance when I look at the image 5 months later. Let’s take that journey.








Wow. Starbucks. How exotic. I wish they had been open. It might have saved us from McDonalds.






This seems like a bad idea…

So here’s the McDonalds story – it’s not that exciting, sorry. As you know, I love my McDonalds chilled glace (Iced Coffee – what? The cup says “chilled glace”.) So we thought it would be cool and a good idea to get it in the Bahamas. Now the part of this story that is bad is the Bahamas part. Janelle offered to buy us iced coffees and so into McD’s she went. Never to be heard of again for the next 45 minutes.


Jus’ waiting outside for some chilled glaces.

After a solid 20 minutes, I went inside to find this:

…so I headed back outside.



Turns out that the girl at the till for the line Janelle was in decided to go on break despite the fact that her line stretched almost outside. Eventually, she emerged with a reasonable facsimile of chilled glaces.


Ahh….nothing like a scenic backdrop and some drink on the left that looks to be mostly pure cream (sorry sistre – thanks for taking one for the team.) They were wretched-tasting. It was like drinking creamy liquid sugar. BLAHHH

We headed back to the boat for a late lunch and Janelle proceeded to get all barfy sick and blame it on McDonalds. Fair enough…just don’t go back to that branch. Should be easy enough.

Dinner that night was in the dining room and I had this stuff.




This was our waiter, Pras. (Praas is a German word meaning to stuff yourself beyond sickness. How appropriate because he brought us so many delicious things.) Here he is preparing for the Canucks’ (all too brief) playoff run.

The next day was a sea day – I love these because I can sleep in and generally just be lazy. Here are some snaps of the day.








Funtimesss


FOR A BRUSIN’


Whooo! *runs to get playoff towel to wave at dinner tonight with Pras*






On the edge of glory.




Guaranteed best photo of someone eating cheese the world over. I should license this out for clipart use.


Sis should be a food-eating model. Does it give such? The camera loves her.




Waiting for the show to start in the theatre.


So much sensory overload and the show hadn’t started yet! I’m mostly distracted by the lady’s blue sequined skirt suit in the row in front of us. Yeesh.

Tomorrow we are in the US Virgin Islands to walk on the ocean floor. It’s a good thing it’s underwater, because I’ll probably pee my pants. Whoopee!