La Expedición de Nassau
On November 20th, the ladies ventured in the city of Nassau. It was a grand
adventure, and in case you were wondering (because you were sure that Lane
is not a lady), Lane is not writing this. It is I, Tania, his youngest daughter,
here to recount and probably exaggerate the wonderful happenings of that day!
Dad dropped us off at the Harbor Patrol dock, and they were nice enough
to let us pass through their property without even a threat of legal action!
The first happening of the day was the successful deposit of all three of
us on land without sinking our dinky dinghy. Roxanne and I are significantly
larger than we were on our last trip, and as it is all four of us *barely*
fit in the inflatable dinghy. But the inflatable dinghy wasn't inflated, so
we had to use the finicky hardshell. And because there was no place to tie
up our dinghy, Dad had to ferry us over, one at a time. We made it over with
only a small casualty - the soaking of Roxanne's new pants. But this was
quickly forgotten on our trek into Cruise Ship Land.
We walked about a mile to Prince George's Wharf, the docking place for cruise
ships. Except for a 6-hour period on Thanksgiving day, there has always been
at least one ship there. As we drew closer, the shop style mysteriously changed
- from "Irene's Takeaway" to Gucci! Could it be that the stores around the
cruise ships are catering to a different class of shopper? We gleefully navigated
the air-conditioned boutiques with only minimal wallet drainage, mostly due
to excessive postcard purchasing. On a side street, we found a pirate museum!
The pirate outside gave us a "sneak peak" and then let us in after minimal
haggling over the ticket price. We got to see inside a replica of a pirate
ship, which was pretty interesting. The goats shared space with the cannons,
and we learned that a pirate's life basically consists of long periods of
drunken idleness interspersed with quick moments of heavy action. Also, a
quote from a pirate (this was the basic gist of it - can't remember it exactly):
"If you can't get into jail, don't even THINK about being a pirate. Being
on a pirate ship is just like being in jail, except you can DROWN. And the
food and the company aren't nearly as good." We learned lots about pirates.
One of the juicy tidbits was that they never buried their treasure - they
just squandered it on drink and willing women. But the women had to be willing
- the penalty for "defiling a prudent woman" was death! We wandered
out of the museum, newly enlightened.
For lunch, we found a....(drumroll please) MCDONALD'S!!!!! Hurrah for American
products taking over the globe! Some people may think it's strange that McDonald's
food tastes the same everywhere, but I prefer to think of it as "quality control."
We savored our Big Macs and golden french fries in the cool atmosphere of
our newest island paradise. On our way back to the boat, we took a detour
through the government buildings - all a lovely shade of pink! Then we went
to the public library - a fascinating three-story octagonal building. There
was high-speed internet for a "minimal fee," so we blissfully checked our
email, blogs, and webcomics. Then we went up to the top level, where we got
some great pictures of the park in front of the library and the Parliament
and judiciary buildings. Then we went back to the boat through the increasingly
squalid (as we moved away from the cruise ships) city streets.
A couple days later, when the boat was hauled, we went into the downtown
again while we were waiting for the tide to come up so we could relaunch the
boat. This time Dad came with us, and we wasted no time showing him the wonders
of civilization (the McDonald's and air conditioning). This time, we had
walked about two miles from the boatyard to get into town, so we were all
thoroughly tired by the time we had to be going back. We decided on a whim
to try to catch one of the private buses that traverse the downtown area,
and we were sucessful. We made it back to the boatyard with (lots of) time
to spare, for only $1 each. We concluded that it was the best $4 that we've
spent this whole trip. This was quickly followed by the best $6 dollars we've
spent this trip, for four cold Diet Cokes at the Sailor's Choice cafe next
to the boatyard.
(below left) An example of the store type before Cruise
Ship Land. Anita's Place "fashion." (Hello to my friend of that same name!)
(below right) In Cruise Ship Land many "cruisers" hire these horse
jitney tours for way too much money.
(below left) A limestone church right next to the
(below right) Exterior of the pirate museum.
(below left) Pirates named their cannons - this one is the "Swan
(below right) Goat hangin' with the cannons in the pirate ship hold.
Tania being punished
in the stocks.
(below right) Mom and Tania being vicious pirates.
(below left) No
longer parking for Prosecuter Court #1.
(below right) Beautiful pink government buildings with "scenic" cruise ship
in upper left.
(below left) Cool octagonal library. Roxanne and I are on the balcony.
(below right) Captain Woodes-Rogers expelled all the pirates from Nassau
around 1720. This statue is outside the Hilton.
A last anecdote....I wanted to get a book out from underneath Roxanne's
bunk, but she was feeling surly and uncooperative. So, I asked her what it
would take to make her move. She replied that she wanted a head cozy...like
a tea cozy except for your head (this whole concept is from a hilarious English
teenager series I have read many times by Louise Rennison). So I got her a
head cozy and she got me my book.
(below left) Head cozy time!