Guanahani Beach Club Resort
- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Room service
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... have read about my dabbling with all kinds of food (or not, as sometimes the case was). Well it stops here. During my previous dives I came across plenty conch among the reef and on the sand – as mentioned before this is a common dish in the Bahamas, it is essentially a mussel that served in all variations. (In keeping with my Forrest Gump friends, in the words of Bubba…) 'Conch is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sauté it. ...
... demise through Facebook, as seems to be the norm in this social media savvy age. Fleetwood had been caught out in the water when the storm had come in, he had been swept away in the strong current. Since hearing of this news I have gone through the whole grieving process - shock, sadness, anger, and back to sadness. He was my support, he held me through the joy and the tears, and I will always remember him ...
... that the red sickness had far less do to with my imminent mortality and far more to do with the glass of red wine I had consumed earlier in the evening.
So that evening, now no longer in the knowledge that I'm dying although feeling like I might be, I agreed to go to a BBQ down on the beach. What better hangover cure than the soothing sound of the waves lapping up on the shore while munching on a hotdog? While there I met a couple, whom I ...
... their dog. No one person was left out of the speech, even I who she had only met a mere couple of hours ago got a mention. After attacking my ears with thanks for a good three hours it seemed only appropriate that she would end the speech with - "there are no words. I am speechless." I stifled a laugh. The party had been a lot of fun albeit a tad "mutual appreciation society." What can I say, I'm British, there's only so much **** kissing and gushing I can fathom before the mac ...
... ever seen came sauntering along. The pure gall of it, body the size of a bowling ball strutting around like it owned the place, stopping to have itself a few mouthfuls of grass. We locked eye contact and it began to back away, never taking its beady little eyes off me. Ever since crabs have tormented me, they're everywhere I go. Big, small, inbetweenies. They walk up the walls at night, I can hear their little legs click-clocking along, paranoid that they're ...