Days 2-3 in the Bahamas

Day two in the Bahamas brought new All You Can Jetters. Paul, Tae and Millie were scheduled to arrive in the afternoon but apparently Millie was too sketched out by our little Bahamian ghetto to get out of the cab and had the driver take her to the Sharaton. Her loss we decided. In the morning we walked to the store for water and for some reason brought back 10 milk jug gallons! Our companions filled up the grocery cart thinking it would be no big deal to just steal the cart. Turns out that is frowned upon in the Bahamas...

That night we went to the famous Atlantis Resort on Paradise Island. Atlantis is like a Vegas hotel and casino dropped in the Bahamas and was super touristy and super American. But hey, they were showing the football game! Also, I accidently left my camera in the cab on the way over and our cabbie, Goldie, came back to give it to me. I'm telling you, Bahamian people are just wonderful! Everyone we talked to was so nice. It might be noted that even though as soon as you talked to someone they were extremely plesant, walking around I constantly felt like I was getting the stink eye from everyone...

Brian and Paul are on the top. Moonlynn, Me, Ivanhoe, Ryan and Tae are on the bottom.

The next morning we went to the beach for Brians first snorkeling trip! The reef and fish were not the greatest in the world but there were some pretty blue fish. The better part of the trip was the second leg, when they took us to some grassy beds to dive for conch shells. starfish, and sand dollers. The captians assistant (first mate?) even climbed in the water to help grab the conch shells. I was way too scared to pick anything up through the long grass but Paul found a really rare shell. Swimming back to the boat a 6-foot Baracuda started circling Brian and I in the water!

When we got back to shore the capitan cut up some raw conch meat for us to eat and the first mate helped Paul get the meat out of his shell. You can't boil or cut it out without ruining the shell so you have to beat it against the sand for about 45 minutes!

After snorkeling we walked around town a bit and were approached by a lady that braided hair. I asked if she could to dreadlocks instead and she could! She then proceeded to braid Brians hair for some reason. I kept asking if she was going to make them actual dredlocks and she would say, "At the end!" but then she never did... Brians hair did end up pretty cool though! He's got three rastafarian beads on the right side and we're both suprised he hasnt been hassled more at airport security since. On the plus side, he gets to have a sweet 'fro when we take them out. Also, we can take them out, where dreadlocks would have been a shave his head deal.