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In the Bahamas, the Other Long Island
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End of the Road
South through the towns of Hard Bargain, Roses and Cabbage Point, the hills played out and the road became flat and straight, lined by stone walls marking 18th-century property boundaries. There were scattered houses and, at several places, shallow ponds beside the road. In old times these pans were flooded with sea water that was left to evaporate, leaving behind salt that was harvested and sold.There were more goats than people on the final stretch of Queen's Highway, and the beasts didn't concede half the road. I was stopped twice by meandering nannies with kids. Then the sign appeared -- Gordon's -- though I didn't see any evidence of a settlement or village, just the end of the paved surface and a causeway to the right over a shallow mangrove flat leading to another pristine beach and water the color of lime and cream blended.
I parked under a casuarina tree. Standing alone in the shade with not another soul around me, I gazed out at the expanse of the Great Bahama Bank stretching to the horizon. Behind me was the rental car I'd taken to so many rough places -- the rubble causeway I'd crossed and the end of the road. I felt a sense of accomplishment, but I also had the rueful, sad feeling that comes when something -- a life, a road -- comes to an end.
But the end was only the end until I turned the car around and started back to the Stella Maris. Then it became the beginning. It's all, I thought, a matter of perspective.
And timing. Checking out the next day, I came across this entry in the guest book, written the date I'd arrived:
"Thanks for four wonderful days. John Grisham."
Marvin Hunt, who lives in Durham, N.C., writes frequently about the Bahamas.
Details: Long Island, Bahamas
In Clarence Town,
The Bahamas Tourist Office (see below) provides links to Out Island hotels and resorts, including Long Island.
There are mom-and-pop eateries along the length of Long Island, with sandwiches for $5 to $8 and full meals for $8 to $12. Most restaurants offer conch, spiny lobster (called crawfish) in season and a variety of fresh fish. Goat or mutton is a better bet than beef, since there is very little cattle on the islands. Bahamian fruits and vegetables are excellent. I've lived happily for days on peas, beans and rice and local bread.


