It's Better in the Bahamas

It’s Better in The Bahamas

I’ll never forget my first few minutes in the Bahamas. We arrived to pouring rain. Speeding down Bay Street from the airport, past Cable Beach and into Nassau – I was shocked to find that even in such conditions the ocean was shades of blue and turquoise so brilliant Pantone has nothing on Bahamian waters.

This press trip to Nassau and Paradise Island, Bahamas was made possible by Visit the Bahamas and the Bahamas Ministry of Tourism. However, these insights and opinions are strictly my own.

We were going too fast for pictures and I was too overcome to think as a photographer who should have been working. I simply marveled at the scenery as it passed my window.

It was an early morning rain that was needed after a long drought – in its wake was left a green, luscious Bahamas alive with energy and color. Over four days and three nights we absorbed that color and energy at a feverish, but nonetheless exciting pace.

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Determined to find out if the saying is true …

We met locals and had a dinner in their home.undefinedundefined

We visited the legendary Graycliff, met the owner … smoked cigars into the wee hours of the morning. We might have seen a pirate ghost or two on the property which is one of the oldest in Nassau and really represents the grandeur and history of The Bahamas.undefinedundefinedundefined

We raced over sparkling waters to our own private island and went snorkeling with schools of Scissortail and Blue Tang.undefinedundefined

We discovered a lost civilization at Atlantis.undefinedundefined

We enjoyed fine dining at Cafe Martinique and I had my first soufflé.undefinedundefined

and we discovered that, yes … truly – “It’s Better in the Bahamas“.