RAVE - Eleuthera

I'd visited the Bahamas many years ago, and remember among other things meeting an elderly
American who congratulated me on my accent, saying "Oh, we just love your fake English accent". I was nonplussed, but surprisingly polite when I told him "It's not fake. That's how we normally speak!"

Anyhow, I was excited about visiting again, for many reasons aside from my accent. I was with my favorite companions - my brother and sister-in-law Lawrence and Beverley, and my wife.

We spent the first night in Nassau - the late arrival of our flights meant we missed our island-hopper to Eleuthera. When we arrived the next day on Eleuthera - minus Lol and Bev's luggage that was delayed at Heathrow by British Airways and only arrived 4 days' later - we stayed for 2 weeks at Sky Beach Club, a beautiful property with a few houses with their own pools, and a main bar, pool, and restaurant on an almost totally deserted beach.

Needless to say - but I'll say it anyway - the sun was hot, the water was warm, the company was fabulous, the food was pretty good, and the Rum Punches were even better.

As I've said, "the food was pretty good", but perhaps not unexpectedly a bit Caribbean island-ish - patchy in certain beach-centric places with Lawrence's barbecue offerings a high point as always.

Those "beach-centric places": Sunset Inn (3/10), The Rainbow (5/10), Skippy's (7/10), and The Beach House (8/10), were all within 10 minutes' drive of our house. We also tried the immensely forgettable Fish Fry night in Governers Harbor that, among other things taught me all about Country Rap - where traditional country line dancing is attempted while middle-aged white women-friendly Rap is played and yours truly stood by with beer in hand shaking his head in dismay.

We visited a number of beaches and they were each sparsely-populated, spotless, with pink or white sand. Eleuther is definitely a place for sand and sea lovers. Away from the beaches it's a surprisingly ordinary island, with few trees, and fewer roads.

It was one of those vacations - aren't they all? - where we were just not ready to leave when the two weeks were up.