Sunday January 23, 2011

I attended Mass at St Michael’s in West End. The local church choir really put on a wonderful show. The guitar player looked and sang like B.B. King with a reggae band. They also had a keyboard player and a rhythm section with a drummer and tambourine player. The priest who said Mass was a substitute from Freeport. The pastor of the church was away on church business in Nassau.

After Mass the church ladies served grits and sausage together in one bowl. Lovely!
I then headed out on a bike tour of the 190 acre property that makes up Old Bahama Bay. I wanted to take a few photos that capture the ghost town feeling that you get. There is a lot of infra structure that has been completed. Roads running nowhere. Canals running everywhere. Solar powered street lights that light streets with no homes.

There is a discovery center on the property. It is all boarded up. There is a golf course and an airstrip on the property that have been abandoned.

You can see where a plan was being developed and then halted. Development less than 20% of the property has been developed.

I wandered into what I thought was a resort. This place was so big, I walked in the front door. It was open. I called out to see if anyone was there. No answer. I walked through the open atrium into the swimming pool porch. There were full bottles of booze all over the place. I took several photos and left. Later that day I was told that what I thought was a resort was actually someone’s private home. I was wandering in somebody’s private estate. Whoops!

When I got back to the boat, my neighbors from Michigan invited me over to their boat for lunch. They served egg salad sandwiches chips and beer. Helped them download Skype and install it on their computer.