Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Travel notes - Cable Beach, the Bahamas
TigerHawk's productivity is in a bit of a shambles on account of the telecom crisis, so I have decided to take advantage of our "free afternoon" and relax on the beach. I'm not a huge devotee of beaches, although I do like to spend a couple of Sundays each summer "down the Shore," as we say in New Jersey. I don't have the usual objections to beaches: paranoia about skin cancer, fear of sandy grittiness in nooks and crannies, or an abiding disgust of acres of sweaty, oily, fat people. No, I just don't like sitting still for hours at end without a television to watch or a good broadband connection for my laptop, neither of which are generally available on beaches.
So here I am on a beach in the Bahamas, gazing out from under a faux thatched umbrella at beautiful islands on a turquoise sea, writing a blog entry by longhand in a spiral notebook. And having a great goddamned time. Wish you were here.
There are a half dozen islands just off shore, several within the distance of a manly swim. The largest of these islands is owned by Eddie Murphy, who apparently spends a lot of time down here. This is not, apparently, tourist economy propaganda -- I have a colleague who is old friends with a car dealer down here who testifies to this. True, car dealers are not your usual first source for reliable information, but this guy has sold Murphy a couple of cars and otherwise seems to know Bahamian scuttlebut. Devoted fans of Murphy's standup comedy will quickly recognize that this is where he got the idea for his Bahamian love machine character, Dexter St. Jacques. You other losers won't understand the reference, which is your loss.
More later.
So here I am on a beach in the Bahamas, gazing out from under a faux thatched umbrella at beautiful islands on a turquoise sea, writing a blog entry by longhand in a spiral notebook. And having a great goddamned time. Wish you were here.
There are a half dozen islands just off shore, several within the distance of a manly swim. The largest of these islands is owned by Eddie Murphy, who apparently spends a lot of time down here. This is not, apparently, tourist economy propaganda -- I have a colleague who is old friends with a car dealer down here who testifies to this. True, car dealers are not your usual first source for reliable information, but this guy has sold Murphy a couple of cars and otherwise seems to know Bahamian scuttlebut. Devoted fans of Murphy's standup comedy will quickly recognize that this is where he got the idea for his Bahamian love machine character, Dexter St. Jacques. You other losers won't understand the reference, which is your loss.
More later.
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