We had a little weather but it didn’t amount to much safely tucked into the marina. Today is Wednesday and we have decided to take the public bus to the Straw Market. We knew that there were several buses that would get us there but we delibertly chose the bus that would go through the residential area of Nassau. The buses were well used and in bad need of repair cosmectically but seemed to mechanicallyget the job done. The fare is $1.25 a person as opposed to $6.00 to $10.00 one way to the Straw Market by taxi. Not surprisely we were the only non locals on the bus. Once people boarding got over the initial shock of seeing “tourist” on the bus everyone was very friendly. The residential part of Nassau was pretty much what we expected. There were churches on every dedomination literally on every corner. Infact on the bus was a prominent sign listing God name in three different languages asking “Who is your Father?” This is a public bus, sadly you would not see that in America . .The second most common sight was beauty/barber shops and beauty supply companies. Third was schools. This residential area close to downtown business is not that different from any major American city. The bus route was about four blocks from the Straw Market. The market structure has changed from a tent to a nice stucco building. However, the inside was unchanged. Booth after booth of people hawking mostly the same wares. Their principle businessisfrom the cruise ships which dock a block away. Quite frankly I had forgotten how uncomfortable that environment makes. It makes me nervous to have someone constantly pushing there wares on me. Rusty feels pretty much the same way so he got the one item he wanted and I bought a little Bahamian dress for a little granddaughter I may have (we find out the sex on the 14th) and we left. The ride back on the bus was direct.
Note:I am typing this on an ipad and I can’t correct mistakes easily so there will be typos.