On Green Turtle Cay I spent a week learning to enjoy the Bahamas and slow myself down to Bahama time. Some places have not changed since I was here in 1988.
When we weren’t hanging out at the marina, we adventured to around the island in a golf car — the primary mode of transportation on Green Turtle Cay. We celebrated Easter with local folk, visited the main town (aka settlement) New Plymouth, its museum and the most famous Miss Emily’s Blue Bee Bar. Of course, we couldn’t pass up a visit to the post office which is open three days a week, mostly between 9 and 12, if the post master shows up. We also meandered down various paved and very unpaved roads. You really can’t get lost — it’s an island and what goes around, comes around.
The Bahamas is the land of British Loyalists, originally living in the US South, who migrated to escape the crazy American revolutionaries and later the chaos of the Civil War that ruined their plantations. Whites brought their slaves and servants with them from the U.S. Felt a bit weird to be on the other side of the story. The British government, hence the Bahamian government, freed their slaves almost 30 years before our civil war. For an indepth history, read The Winds from the Carolinas by Robert Wilder.