This is a photo of the Port Authority building on the Bahaman Island we visited. It was the first thing I saw when I looked out our cabin window Saturday morning. :)
As we left the boat and began walking the concrete dock towards the port authority building, many photographers were there with props taking photo's. This is one of those photo's of Arlene and I. I don't know why, but often it appears I have lipstick on in pic's, but I don't use wear lipstick or gloss, this is one of those pics...weird!
Arlene inside the islands port authority building. They also had several small shops & booths selling souvenir's inside the building. This is a sculpture we thought was cool, so took our pic's in front of.
Me in front of the same sculpture as Arlene above, inside the Bahaman islands port authority building. If you look close, you can see how swollen my ankles and feet are, especially the right! They were so swollen they turned blue some!
We arrive at the beach! In this pic you can see ships ported at the dock, of which ours is one of. Swimming to the beach would've been a shorter route, but likely not safe, haha. To get to the beach we had to walk around and through the village, which was about a mile or so of walking.
Me wading in the ocean, and showing some metal! HA!
A pic of some small beer and other vendor huts on the beach. The orange & yellow one is the one I bought a bottle of Bahama label beer at, then began dancing in the sand while taking a swig of beer now & then, hahaha.
This is a photo of Caraline and me. She is the sweet islander native I mentioned in Chapter 6 of my cruise story, of whom approached me on the beach peddling her beautiful handcrafted necklaces. The one I'm wearing in the pic is the one I cherish now, that I bought from her that day. We conversed for a half hour or so, of which I enjoyed very much. She symbolically crossed her arms when Arlene took the photo of us, not sure what it means to her, but to me it is representative of the beautiful soul I sensed was within her. :)
In this photo are me, Gerry David and Ken Lancaster, of whom introduced themselves while at the beach, and I mentioned in my related story were very helpful prior to the cruise with their being Sixthman Cruise Alumni. You can see my carton of empty beer bottles sitting on the pier, that I retrieved from the vendor to bring home, clean, then fill with souvenir beach sand for friends.
The Hard Rock Cafe we ate a late lunch at is on this narrow island village street.