Betcha you never saw that in the name.
Nassau was a lot like eastern Florida. Loud fat tourists, loud fast boats, loud hawaiian shirts, and too much loud traffic.
No thanks. No desire to go to Nassau whatsoever. Especially after the very quiet week we had in the Berry Islands.
So why were there? FOR THESE TWO!!!!!!!!
Alan’s Cay greeted us with a small army of North Bahamian Rock Iguanas. Endemic to only 3 small Cays in the world. One of them even got the opportunity to taste one of Michael’s fingers. (And that’s why you don’t poke a stick at an iguana like a Calgarianite mo-Ron Jeremy)
Let the adventures begin…
Sailing Marionette 