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It’s six months into Bahamas living
0 Comments | Posted by Rosalyn in Bahamas, Travel Journal

Sunset in the Bahamas
Nassau 2001……..
So here we are, six months in already. Finally felt at home last weekend when over the bank holiday weekend it rained non stop for five days. There must be a special Bank Holiday weather curse, which works throughout the world. Difference here is that it is still humid and in the mid 80s (which means in a clever, adjusted, sort of way it is really about 99 degs), and I am constantly getting caught out without a brolly or so much as a piece of paper to hold over my head so impersonate a drowned rat on an almost daily basis.
As I start to type this I am watching the golf course being bulldozed. It now resembles a sort of desert oasis. There is sand and soil everywhere, much of it in large dune-like piles and the one remaining lake in the centre of the course has had all the palm trees deposited around its edges to keep them alive before they are moved back into place. No prizes for guessing how it has affected the mosquitoes. The noisy frogs are also pretty unsettled. The constant sound of diggers has followed hot on the heels of the disruption caused by the building of our new conservatory and the major renovations on the entire block we live in. Not very conducive to writing a best seller I must say. So….we are moving at the end of June to a fab five-bedroom house that is literally on the sea. I kid you not. When you look out of the lounge and back bedroom windows all you see is turquoise sea, it is like being on a boat. When the sea is rough it splashes up onto the patio and hits the lounge windows and leaves behind a film of salt when it dries. Needless to say it will be horrendous in a hurricane which is why our rent agreement has a clause that the landlord has six hours in which to board up the entire house once a hurricane warning is issued and we get to move out to a hotel (they do special hurricane rates here and evidently it is quite a laugh being hauled up in a Key Largo sort of way for days in the howling wind and rain). No doubt a later letter….. (more…)


