Though Nassau wasn’t our destination, there are worse places to be stuck.
The sewage stinks as it’s dumped into the harbor. Trash
lines the streets. Locks and bars on the shops and serious barbed wire
corroborate the headlines about shootings and robberies. Half of the buildings
downtown are boarded up.
On the bright side, the sun shines. There are 11 beaches on
New Providence Island and six across the bridge on Paradise Island. People say
“good morning” and help you find your bus. Bus drivers go out of their way
to drop you at your destination.
Once we got the engine out, and the boat cleaned up, I
enlarged my focus. No reason to let my mind turn to mush lollygagging about
the dock. Let Pope handle the diesel mechanics. Time for a vacation.
I took a wonderfully relaxing yoga class and vegeterian meal at the Shivananda ashram, which I
discovered 30 years ago on another trip to Nassau, while walking up the beach from a hotel on Paradise Island. I’ve always wanted to return.
Pope and I strolled to two forts from the British colonial period.
Today, I was welcomed as a guest at the meeting of Achievers of Excellence Toastmasters club, which meets at Princess Margaret Hospital in downtown Nassau. A few customs different from ours: banging on the table in lieu of clapping hands; addressing each other by last name--I was "Toastmaster Jones"; formal parliamentary rules used at the meeting, including taking minutes and approving them.
It could be worse. Yesterday morning it was 7 degrees with 5 inches of new snow back here.
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