Hello beautiful people! I’m a little late on this one, but its a story I wanted to share. I ended my summer with a quick trip to the town of Nassau in the Bahamas. It was actually a cruise out of Miami. I’d never gone on a cruise. Now, I know why. I’m not a fan of being stuck on a boat for days with no way of escaping and terrible WiFi. Those are things nightmares are made of.
There was a local yelling cute facts about the island, like Anna Nicole Smith had her baby here, and Mick Jagger has a house near by. It was pleasant enough, but I was still bent out of shape about the cash thing. He also mentioned that taking tourist back and forth to Atlantis (Paradise Island) was how most of them feed their families. It is otherwise difficult to make a living in a the country.
After his speech, I did a little research. There is a very high dropout rate in the Bahamas. High dropout rates leads to a very high unemployment rates. What does that leads to? Hordes of locals, in the town market yelling at you to get on their boat for $4 in cash and ask for tips. The guy on the boat also made sure to make an inappropriate comment to me, as I was leaving.
The Resort was grand. It reminded me of a Vegas hotel with a mythical oceanic theme. There were luxurious sculptures, a casino, and gold fountains. Nobu restaurant, Gucci, Versace, and Louis Vuitton were among the shops inside. On Paradise Island, which is completely owned by Atlantis, there are aquariums, water parks, private beaches, and many other aquatic activities. Accessible for a minimum of $70 per person, for beach access alone. So needless to say, we just walked around and admired the lavish scenery.
Around 4 o’clock all the vendors seemed to have disappeared from the market area. It turned into a ghost town. That’s evident in the photos I took below. It was really weird not seeing a soul in the place that was incredibly vibrant a couple of hours earlier. So much so that it gave me an eerie feeling. I ended staying out just long enough to take a few photos and have a few frozen drinks at Fat Tuesday’s. That turned any fear I had, into liquid courage. I didn’t need it though. I only received a few uncomfortable stares on my walk back to the ship. Where my liquid courage turned into a liquid nap.