The Turtles' days in the Bahamas are numbered so they can be seen rushing around the island trying to fit in all the sights, sounds and tastes they missed out on.
Saturday was set aside for lunch at the famous Poop Deck (she kids you not) and it was most enjoyable. Myrtle had a Goombay Smash which seemed to have an oddly calming effect on her. Tiny spilt a full glass of pineapple juice all over herself and her mother, but it was ok. Myrtle's flip flops were so sticky that it stuck to her feet, but it was ok. Everything was ok... (Now the Turtles know why the islanders are so laid back - it's all in the rum, mon!)
After lunch the Turtles walked from the verandah onto the beach and ran, jumped, splashed and screamed for the rest of the afternoon. Mmmmm-hmmmm Paradise sure feels good!
Next on the list of things to do was a visit to Atlantis on Paradise Island. It felt much like Sun City in South Africa (both resorts were built by Sol Kerzner, proudly South African, so it figures) but where Sun City has a "safari" feel to it, Atlantis, obviously, has an "under the sea" feel. The aquariums are spectacular and Tiny was duly impressed by the "fishes". At the moment plurals are all "es" so her "doveses" (two doves) wait for her outside and she wears two "kouses" (socks in Afrikaans) on her two "legses" (legs).
The Turtles are heading to Havana, Cuba on Thursday and they may not have internet access for the four days there.
All our "hugses".
The Turtles, signing off for now.
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