Chillin in da Bahamas

Don’t let ‘em fool ya when they say “its betta in da Bahamas.” With all the pictures of the white sand beaches and palm trees swaying in the breeze you could easily be convinced that it is going to be that way twelve months a year. Well believe me, “it ain’t necessarily so.”

Now there are many days like that, and the sun does shine most of the time, but Bahamians take their licks like everyone back home, and I’m not talking about hurricanes – just your day in day out temperature swings.

I guess when your body adjusts to certain temperatures, you become accustomed to it. Here the temperatures can vary from the nineties during the summer months to the upper seventies during the winter, but Mother Nature seems to get a kick out of throwing an occasional curve ball, just to keep everyone honest.

We arrived mid-November and were beginning to get a little cocky when the temps were in the eighties and the skies were clear. The water was in the mid-seventies and life was good. But as the Farmer’s Almanac had predicted, things began to change early December and when the first cold front blanketed the northeast with snow, the winds blew all that cold weather into the southern parts of Florida and into the Bahamas. It dipped into the high fifties for a couple of nights and Bahamians were chilled to the bone.

A few years ago, we experienced similar conditions. The workers at a nearby construction site were dressed in what could only be described as snow suits – ski hats, down jackets and gloves, and it was around sixty-five. The sight of them hovering around a fire pit was quiet humorous, but for them it was the only way to get their body temperatures back to something a bit more tolerable.

This December was no different. That first Artic blast changed things for a lot of people. The locals were pulling out their winter clothes and the boaters, having recently arrived from south Florida, began trading in their t-shirts and shorts for jeans and fleece pullovers. Those with heaters aboard used them day and night whenever the temps dropped below sixty, and there was no sympathy from friends and family back home. If you recall the previous year, it was uncharacteristically cold as well.

Much like last year we find ourselves sitting on the boat enjoying an adult beverage or two, awaiting the passage of yet another cold front. The thermostats set on seventy two and it is a little disheartening to think we have come all this way just to watch the wind whipping amid the palm trees and the waves breaking along such a beautiful white sand beach.

This is not necessarily the high season for tourism in the Bahamas, but the cruise ships continue to bring in hundreds of thousands of paradise seeking tourists hoping to make their escape from the wintry weather back home. We see them stepping off the shuttle buses making their way toward the straw markets and bars dressed as though they were in Oahu mid-July. And even the most kind hearted amongst us has to laugh, as we watch them running from shop to shop, trying to escape the frigid temperatures with a flamboyant taxi driver yelling, “it alright mon, you in da Bahamas now and ever-ting gonna be alright.”

Well anyway, it’s great to be back in the islands among the people we have come to love. They do make us laugh at times, but we share in their sad times as well. Tourism in the Bahamas has definitely been affected by the downturn in the US economy, yet most everyone has a smile on their face and a kind word to say.

So if the weather is beginning to get you down where you are, pack your swim suit, grab your snorkel and sunglasses and make your way to the Bahamas. You may want to consider bringing along a pair of your favorite jeans and a sweater or two, but as you do, always keep in mind that tried and true expression, “hey mon, it always betta in da Bahamas!”