Random Bahamian Photos

Out on the small boat (big boat *still* in dry dock, getting fixed). House receding in background at the end of the canal.
Cousins do not necessarily look alike, but DO necessarily both look hot.
It is genetic law.

Keira is tough, no doubt.

Fortunately, she uses her powers for good, not evil.
Like getting coconuts from the front yard and splitting them open with her might, providing fresh coconut milk and meat for the whole family.

Our noble host and hostess.

Captain St. George, taking a style cue from Indiana Jones.

Fort Charlotte, with Bahamian flag flying high in the wind.

And me in my big, silly hat.

Our Illegal Family Trip to ‘Pirates of Nassau’

While touring the Pirates of Nassau museum with my cousin Keira and her boyfriend Jason, the three of us noticed a little sign that read: “Please do not interfere with the exhibits”. That was pretty much all the enticement we needed.

Here am I, climbing the rigging to board the pirate ship (not *technically* allowed, but clearly necessary for those looking to get to the heart of the pirate experience).

As soon as I am aboard ship, the pillaging and plundering begins! I steal the hat, glass and coat from an innocent mannequin, and look to the horizon for more booty. I think the red jacket goes really splendidly with my hot pink foam thong sandals, don’t you?

Mutiny! Keira threatens to leave Jason for the cozy, domestic life of a pirate’s wife. See, doesn’t she look cozy with the pirate and his dog? Awww…

Reconciled over a candlelit dinner of rat, we discover Jason’s secret culinary passion – for rat!

Did I say rat? Clearly, all Jason’s lovin’ is being saved for GOAT. There is nothing about this photo that makes me feel secure about the future of my career in politics. It just *screams* Satanic ritual.

So, in brief, that was the tale of my trip to the Pirates museum. We may not be welcome back, but arr! We had a good time, aye!