You think of the Bahamas sandy beaches, conch collecting, colorful homes and clothing, aqua blue clear water, drinking with tiny umbrellas poking your nostrils .....not. When you mate with captain Hook you go to bed sweaty, stinking and salty. You climb up the mast of the 56 foot ocean sailer and watch for coral heads while the boat bumps the sand bottom looking for safe harbor. No girls, no a/c, a little wine and a dingy boat that takes us to the most beautiful, green island covered with krummholz you will ever see. One literally feels like a giant amoung the landscape beaten down over the years. That's what I remember anyway.