After recovering from our exciting Gulf Stream crossing (re: sleeping our first day away), we set off to explore this tiny speck of land that hails itself as the ‘Island in the Steam’. The first thing we noticed was the color of the water. Key West was more green/teal, where this is more aqua/turquoise. It’s beautiful. And warm! Matt was ready to jump in right at the marina, but was warned that bull sharks frequent the area looking for the scraps the local fisherman throw out, and quickly changed his mind about going for a swim.
We set out along the main drag – Kings Highway – to do some exploring on foot. Directly across from our marina was the charred remains of the Complete Angler, a favorite spot of Ernest Hemingway. It was destroyed by a fire in 2006, but one of our guidebooks still lists it as being not only open, but ‘the spot to see and be seen’ in Bimini. Hmmm. I think I might not reference that book anymore. We did discover the Dolphin House, which is a dolphin & ocean inspired museum handbuilt using recycled materials by a local Bahamian writer. The hose itself is a piece of art if you ask me.
At the Northern end of the island, they’re in the process of building a huge resort and casino. Apparently the construction company is partly owned by Norwegian Cruise Lines, so you can see where they’re trying to go with that. What is finished is absolutely beautiful, but it was a ghost town. I’m guessing this is what an offshore tax haven looks like. Either way, it was sorta creepy to be the only ones walking around that weren’t part of the construction crew or resort staff. Talking to a security guy in the casino, they have a high speed ferry that comes over from Miami, but because the weather had been so rough lately, the ferry hasn’t been running. So, we had the whole place to ourselves.
At the Southern end, we discovered a deserted beach with a great view of the Atlantic and the very channel we had came in thru just a few days before. It was such a pretty stretch of beach with the waves crashing on the coral. We were so suprised that no one else was here – it was just a short walk from the marina. We quickly discovered dozens of what looked like Portuguese man-of-wars and a few puffer fish washed up on the beach, which we avoided like the plague! Guess that answers my question as to why no one else was here!
It all seems so surreal that here we are, drinking a beer on the beach in the Bahamas – a dream that we’ve had for so long and now we’re actually here living it. Blows my mind sometimes.
On our way back from the southernmost beach, we passed a marina that was packed full of sailboats. It was actually the marina we had wanted to stay at because of their super low prices and close proximity to the main inlet, but saw they were full when we sailed past coming in the other morning. We couldn’t believe our eyes. There were dozens of cruisers (some young ones too!) hanging out on their little beach, playing beach volleyball and lounging by the BBQ area having happy hour. It looked like heaven. We grabbed a Kalik and lurked at their bar trying to catch someones attention but ended up feeling like creepers and left. Compare that to the cruiser group at our marina, which mind you, is less than a quarter mile up the road. They’re a bunch of power boaters (older) and spend most of their time dissecting the weather and having extremely organized potluck dinners. So close, but like two different worlds. Geeze. Guess we got sorted into the wrong crowd. We did meet a cool Canadian named Claude who was on a Jeanneau 39 with his adorable lab, Rosie. He was also outcast from the powerboat group. Maybe that’s why he was so much fun.
Next up: crossing the Grand Bahama Bank to the Northwest Channel en route to Nassau!