Tourism is the local religion in Nassau and everyone had a “Good morning!” for us as we explored the town. Everyone, that is except the oh-so British gentleman walking his bulldog. When I greeted him with “Good morning. Or should I say ‘Cherio?’” he replied “How about ‘It’s a bloody fine day, what.’”
Bahamian colors
Brother Mike, our cruise agent, frowned when I mentioned it would be our first port-of call. Despite the ubiquitous steel drum bands, Nassau doesn’t have the Caribe vibe normally found in the Bahamas. Nor is the beach what I had expected. We hadn’t even been at sea long enough to appreciate the luxury of walking on terra firm sipping a diet Coke. But the friendly people, the sunny skies and the pastel buildings made for a nice respite from sailing.
