Another notch on the belt . The Bahamas , not what I envisaged , better . I know we are on a cruise and as soon as we hit port we’ve got a neon sign on our head …. “sell us anything .” It’s something we’ve gotta get used to …… it’s privilege.
We are on Nassau, the most populous island of the Bahamas . Atlantis , a resort with hotels , pools , corals beaches , slides , lazy rivers …that’s where we went, of course. I felt guilty , straight from a cruise ship like lambs for the slaughter . You don’t see the real Nassau , you’re vulnerable , you’ve got cash … they want you to spend it .You’re shepherded to where TripAdvisor tells you where you should go . We don’t want to be in a taxi in some ghetto being extorted . That’s our fear , it’s probably unfair but it’s there.?Its white western Anglo . We are in Black , Caribbean , Rasta country . Love it …… it’s a vibe you only ever saw on tv , until you’re here …pinch yourself . They’re cool fuckers , look straight through ya . 
- Back to Atlantis … . Beautiful location , awesome aquarium
, nice pools , fun slides , statuesque Bronze Caribbean women and an incredible backdrop of the Bahamas. This is straight out of a tv advert for Kaluah , Bacardi Rum or any of those exotic adds you never saw yourself in ….. until now . 
We wanted to check out downtown but our taxi driver did it for us . I got the privilege of getting the front passenger seat whilst Emma , Leroy and 10 other yanks of varying big sizes were squeezed into the back 8 seats at $5 a head , with no aircon ,..,….,,Arm out the side ,me mate tooting the horn at anyone driving slow or just anyone in his way , or just anyone . Hilarious …. no road rules here ? it’s dog eat dog , hang on tight .. I’m not but the poor fuckers sweltering in the back are . Fuck , I’m sniggering as we pull up to Port . The others get outta the taxi and they look like roasted jelly , and there’s a couple of of big Texan 300 pounders who are all wet and purple . Did I say I loved that taxi trip …… just saying that’s all . 
finally we are back on port and get through the typical flea market to the entry of any cruise liner . 
It’s back on board with a cocktail in hand you look down and think how lucky you are . The distant sounds of horns , Caribbean drums and the clinking of glass at the pumping bars below . Wow I’ve finally got to be here …, Will I ever see it again ? 
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