Sunrise on Paradise Island . . .

. . . I think we’re about 50% Bahamians now, nothing is stressful unless you make it that way, in which case a sharp verbal slap followed by an overgenerous chuckle will sorts all!

We are reaching the end of the first shop provision (and Leas tolerance for my cooking) so a night out was called for. Where? Well just ask the taxi driver obviously.

We would have walked, but due to some buffoon thinking he’s still in his twenty’s and jarring his knee in the sea and soft sand, a taxi seemed sensible.

Violas was really nice, mainly outdoors, traditional cooking with the compulsory karaoke later! The cracked conch was particularly good !!