I took a much-needed break this week to get away from it all in the Bahamas. Not the islands that most people visit such as Freeport and Nassau, but a small out-of-the-way island off of Eleuthera called Spanish Wells. It started with a boat and a plane loaded with food, drink and friends. My husband and three friends enthusiastically took the boat for the longer more tedious journey across the Atlantic with hopes of fishing along the way. Our friend and copilot, Tommy, and myself opted for the faster route in a Cessna 206. For us fishing wasn’t a priority.
We arrived in North Eleuthera after a quick 50 minute flight from Bimini, Bahamas, passing over the boat crew en route. A taxi was waiting for us and he dropped us at the ferry which quickly shuffled us over to the small peaceful island of Spanish Wells. Tommy and I carried our luggage and dog half way across the island in search of our hotel and a cold beer. We immediately noticed a difference in the island from any other in the Bahamas. The harbor was full of lobster boats and the streets seemed to be busy with locals walking and hanging around. The people were also unique in that it was mostly a white island, which is unusual for this part of the world. The houses were colorful and the yards booming with flowers and plants. A few restaurants and stores lined the streets, but still no cold beer. A refreshing Kalik, the local beer, is a must when landing in the Bahamas. With a little help we found our quaint hotel and checked in as the boat pulled into the marina.
The crew didn’t catch anything but a tan and a buzz, but apparently had fun along the way. Tommy and I grabbed a beer from the boat and then learned from my husband that it was a dry island. It was a good thing that we stocked up on alcohol. Don’t get me wrong I can do the dry thing, but hell we were on vacation in the Bahamas.
After eating at a local diner, my husband and I sat on the veranda drinking wine while taking in the unique culture. There was something slightly strange about the island. Everyone blared music from their golf carts and cars and the teenagers cruised the island in circles until about 11 p.m. when everything came to a complete silence. It reminded me of when I was a teenager cruising a small area called “Dream Street.”
We spent a few days on the island and really enjoyed the people and bonding as friends and strangers we met along the way. We ran out of wine and beer, but fortunately the last day we found the black-market for alcohol on the island. It wasn’t hard to do, I just asked the right person. We were driven to a house and the curtain opened with our choice of wine, vodka, rum or beer. And even lottery tickets if we wanted. We picked our selection and were sworn to secrecy. It was a good experience and a much-needed break.