Visit to Long Island, Bahamas

A few months ago, my beau and I took a trip with friends to Long Island, Bahamas.
Although my beau had been numerous times, and our friends were from there, this visit was a first for me.  Long Island is aptly named - the island is approximately 80 miles in length and only 4 miles at its widest point.  Long Island is south of the islands of the Exumas, where I live (and it's split by the Tropic of Cancer!), but it is only a short ride in a small plane.

Our friend - with her cat and dog! - in the small plane en route to Long Island.

Long Island boasts several airports.  Due to our pilot's need for a quick turnaround, we landed at the northernmost airport, Stella Maris.  A friend picked us up, and the long drive south to our destination made for a perfect tour.  They narrated as we drove along - cat, dog and all.  Nearing our intended neck of the woods, we stopped for a cold drink and snack.  This popular bar is literally next to the road in an open air thatched hut.  Perfect atmosphere and delicious fresh conch salad!

Cold drink at the ready, awaiting conch salad.

Squeezing sour into the bowl of conch.

Eventually, we reached our destination, the lovely Winter Haven in Clarence Town, where spring was in full bloom.

Our charming blue room.

Gorgeous view from our room's patio.

I fell in love with the outdoor bar, overlooking the ocean.  The bar was covered with old pictures.  Because the Bahamas is a relatively small country - roughly 350,000 people in the entire country - many people know each other and the rest have only a small degree of separation.  The result is that my beau ALWAYS knows SOMEONE wherever we go.  Plus, from years of sailing and other connections, Long Island and the island where I live have close relationships, so even I knew quite a few of the people in the photos.

My favorite spot.

I spent hours in the shade of the bar, feeling the cool breeze and listening to the waves crashing below.  One lazy afternoon, the owners and our friends whipped up a batch of conch salad for another great seaside snack and cleaned some fish for later.  

Despite all the other wonderful attributes, what I loved best about this spot was the thatch roof on the bar.  Thatch around the Bahamas, made from the dried tops of certain palm fronds, is typically nailed to the wood frame.  This one, however, was individually hand-tied.  The result, as viewed from the underside or ceiling, looked like pure art to me.  Of course, you get what you pay for - this process is far more labor intensive and, therefore, expensive.  I wonder how long it would take me to tie . . .

Beautiful hand-tied thatch.

Close-up.

Over the next several days, we proceeded to relax and explore.  Lots of book-reading, a little pool time, visiting tourist spots, checking out all towns near and far, visiting other friends along the way, bar-hopping, checking out home-building and farms and anything else we came across.

Our first tourist stop was to Dean's Blue Hole, the deepest blue hole in the WORLD, dropping to a depth of 660 feet.

From the beach, the area right around Dean's Blue Hole.

I didn't get in the water, much less go even a foot into the deep hole!  But it was cool to see.

The actual hole is directly behind me, by the platform.

Although not a "tourist attraction," we also enjoyed visiting our friend's family farm.

Hogs at our friend's family farm.

Goats and sheep, too!

Slop!  Suppertime.

 In a different area, cows and sheep.

 

 And pigs.

As we drove along the (long) island, exploring over several days, we often stopped at various beaches.  I was impressed that the water was just as multi-hued and clear as the water around my home island, and the sand was a soft white, too.

One of many pretty beaches.

Ocean water as pretty as home - a rarity!

Like our home island, Long Island - and certain of its communities, especially - has a long history of boat-building and sailboat racing.  In fact, the two champion sailboats raced by my beau and others at Regatta, were originally built in Long Island.  Our visit was a few weeks prior to Regatta, so we enjoyed seeing final boat/race preparations by Long Islanders.

Beau checking out one of the A-Class boats, about to be painted.

We enjoyed dinners and night life back at Winter Haven in Rowdy Boys bar and restaurant.  Delicious, delicious, delicious.  And even a little impromptu dancing one night!

Restaurant/Bar, as seen from the ocean side.

Perhaps my favorite part of the whole trip was the unexpected emergence of thousands of land crabs and my experience hunting them down!

Just one of MANY.

We had a delightful trip, and I enjoyed seeing another island and spending a fun time with friends in a beautiful setting.

Farewell, Long Island, until we meet again.

Hunting Crabs

A few months ago, my beau and I spent some time on Long Island, Bahamas.  One of the highlights of the trip turned out to be my first experience hunting land crabs!  Or hunting any crabs, for that matter.

This was an unexpected treat.  It just so happened that, while we there, conditions were right and THOUSANDS of land crabs emerged.  It had been raining a lot, but that afternoon, the sun came out and so did the crabs.  And I mean, literally, THOUSANDS.  We were driving down the road and just began to see crabs coming out all along the edge of the road.  People started to pull over their cars and just get out and grab crabs!

Roadside hunting.

We took a few minutes to scrounge up some "gear," consisting of one pair of kitchen tongs and a few 5-gallon plastic buckets.  And off we went - '"CRABBIN'"

First crab into the bucket!

The crabs were so plentiful that it was easy pickin' in some areas.  My beau and his buddy didn't even have to set down their drinks along one road!  They just strolled along and would stop from time to time to throw a crab into the bucket.

Easy hunting.

 But, of course, what fun is hunting unless you venture into the bush?!

Beau deep in the bush.

I plowed my way in a bit to take pictures, but had to turn back.  Had I been prepared in long pants and sleeves, I'm sure I could have made a fine huntress.  Alas, in swimsuit and flip-flops, my scratched up limbs begged me to return to the road.

His buddy, even deeper in the bush, barefoot, with crab in bare hand.  They don't call him "Bushman" for nothing!

Back along the road, I caught my first crab!  Using the tongs as my cheater's tool to avoid getting pinched, I scooped up about 10 more into my bucket before returning to my photographer role.

I see you!

Going in for the capture.

My one crab was, literally, just a drop in the bucket!

Elated from my initial success, I cruised the edge of the bush for more prey.

Scurrying around to catch the crabs was fun!  It was far more exciting than I would have guessed.  Plus, we laughed extensively throughout it all.  For example, as we carried the bucket along, we had to remember to glance at it occasionally.  The crabs would start crawling up each other's backs and climbing out of the bucket.  We had to shake the bucket and knock them back down.  But a few times, we didn't notice until too late and had to shake claws off of our hands and re-hunt the escapees!

Meanwhile, other friends had arrived near our spot.  They had a truck with a huge oil-drum-type of container on the back of the truck.  When our five-gallon buckets would fill up, we'd dump the bucket into the drum and go back for more!

Hundreds of crabs in far less than an hour.

I can't even convey the amazing sight of crabs crawling everywhere you look in the bush!  At one point, Beau and his buddy joked that they felt the ground moving as the crabs scrambled all around.

Just a glimpse of crabs in so many corners and crevices.

Most of the crabs tried to run for cover when we approached.  Some, however, were distracted by other priorities . . .

Crab pornography.  Seriously.

When we finally quit, we took our combined haul to our friend's home and locked it up for the night.  We dumped all of the crabs - still alive - into a wooden pen with air holes, supplied with water.

Crab hotel.

Crabs usually come out at night - we had just enjoyed this afternoon fluke.  But our friends took advantage of it and went out crabbin' late that night, adding even more to the haul.

Close-up of the mass of crabs.

The next day, our friend's mother cooked up a phenomenal feast of crab-n-rice and other tasty dishes.  The following day, we boxed up a small portion of the crabs, taking them home alive with us on the little charter plane to deliver to friends back home for a nice change to the menu.

Every now and then, I'll see a crab around my island home.  They're usually smaller - too small to kill/eat - but I smile and remember my crabbin' adventure.

Things I Could Do All Day Long

This blog post was prompted by two things I was doing the other day when I happened to think about each of them, “I could do this all day long and never tire of it.”  So I set pen to paper (err, fingers to keyboard) and started to write about it.  What were those two things that were so special as to inspire a blog post?  Well, let me set the scene for you . . . 

It was an early evening on the island.  The sun was performing a beautiful slow dance toward the horizon, and the sea sparkled her farewell to the day.  My beau had departed a few hours earlier – off with “the guys” to an island 40 miles away to hunt goats to supply food for a friend’s upcoming wedding feast.  (And, by the way, I’m pretty sure I’ve never described that scenario ever before in my life!)  I was blissed out, having the house to myself.  I mean, I looooove spending time with my beau, and I miss him when he is away.  But I was glad he had the chance to engage in one of his favorite activities (hunting for food, not sport).  Plus, a guys’ hunting weekend that entails guns and game and sleeping with the guys on a boat on a deserted island engenders far more favor with me than, say, a wild bachelor party in Las Vegas or New Orleans.

So there I was, sprawled out on the couch with my laptop, Angel snoring on the floor beside me.  I’d been surfing the internet for hours, Tweeting more than usual, researching various blogging how-to, reading other blogs and generally feeling inspired to write – albeit in a prone-on-the-pillows, in-my-mind-only kind of way.  It was at that point that my battery indicator went off.  Time to plug in and recharge the laptop.

I walked to the bar at the kitchen counter – my usual writing spot – and plugged in.  Angel, awakened by my movements, was prancing around the kitchen to remind me that it was 6:00 p.m. – her DINNER TIME!  As I do almost anytime I cook or clean or putter in the kitchen, I pressed play on my ipod.  The speakers started to blast ABBA’s Gold album, which I’d already listened to a couple of times earlier in the day.  I sang along anyway, thinking “I could listen to ABBA all day long.”  (FINALLY, I’m getting to the point here.  I’m apparently extra chatty with my beau gone, too!)

After feeding Angel (and my beau’s potcake, Milo, who was stretched out on the front porch), I realized I should probably eat, too.  

Milo is having a leisurely evening, too.

Although I enjoy cooking for my beau or guests or family, I don’t usually enjoy it just for myself, and I was relishing my “night off” anyway.  So I grabbed an avocado and a lime from the refrigerator and quickly turned it into guacamole.  Yummmm.  

Back when I was a working stiff, my evening meal after arriving home late was very frequently just a bowl of hastily-made guacamole, bag of restaurant-style tortilla chips and a glass of white wine – all consumed in my big, fluffy bathrobe on the couch in front of recorded episodes of West Wing, Modern Family, Glee, True Blood, Mad Men, Rachel Ray, Ellen or Oprah.  (By the way, I don’t have a DVR on the island, and I don’t get network channels or HBO, so my tv-viewing these days is limited to occasional news or weather, and tv movies with my beau.  I never watch regular programming, and I don’t miss it one bit!  Go figure.)

Oops, I devoured the bowl of guacamole before I thought to take its picture!

At some point during the ravishing of the guacamole, I thought, “I could eat guacamole all day long.”  (Ahhh, finally back on point again.)

I started to wonder what else I could do all day long without getting tired of it.  Here’s what I came up with:

• Listen to ABBA’s Gold album (or Carrie Underwood, Jimmy Buffett, The Eagles, Jim Brickman, Jackson 5, Rascal Flatts, the Mamas & the Papas, Kelly Clarkson, Bob Marley, Rebecca Lynn Howard, Zac Brown Band, Dixie Chicks and certain other go-to’s).

• Eat freshly made guacamole (or brownies, fettucine alfredo, gnocchi in pesto sauce, fresh Bahamian lobster, macaroni –n-cheese, cornbread, a good cheeseburger, strawberries, quesadillas, conch fritters or any kind of cheese). 

• Enjoy the playful antics or sweet snuggling of beloved dog, Angel.

• Read a good book.

• Simply look at my beau - sappy, but true.

• Gaze at the sea, or be on or in or near the water in almost any fashion.

• Hang freshly washed clothes on the line to dry (so long as no mosquitoes are around).

• Subject myself to a foot rub or massage.

• Talk to a best girlfriend.

• Sing.

• Dance (well, until my body gave up anyway).

• Write.  I might have to mix up WHAT I was writing over the course of an entire day (e.g., blog posts, professional writing, journal, poetry, song lyrics, etc.), but I could write all day and not get tired of it.

• Receive sincere compliments or a genuine hug.  (Okay, neither of those could go on all day without it getting weird, but you know what I mean.)

• Smile. 

Much to smile about!

What things could YOU do all day long?  (PG-rated, of course!)

Post-Script re Goats.  The hunting trip was a happy success.  My beau got six goats.  He prides himself on clean shots to the head, which I also like because it kills them instantly, without needless suffering.  The other guys got a few, too.  They cleaned them all well and put them on ice - the makings of souse, stew, grill and other wedding entrees, along with plenty of fresh fish and conch!