Day one and not without incident

Trip Start Sep 09, 2005
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Monday, November 28, 2005

Oh where oh where should I start. I know, how about my flight.

There we are, all snug and buckled in our seats on the plane and anxious to head out to Nassau. We wait and we wait, and we wait some more. I look out the window and the area on the groung that had been completely clear was now littered with suitcases, backpacks, strollers and assorted boxes. I was puzzled.

The pilot comes on the speaker and announces that there is too much luggage and it weighs too much. The crew has to re-load it and some items will be sent on a later flight. Well, you know what I am thinking about now. I can't seem to get my luggage on a plane that has plenty of room, let alone one that that doesn't have enough. I resign myself to the fact that my suitcase will spend less time in Nassau than me.

We take off about 1/2 hour later and head out over the ocean. We flew a bit higher than my flight to St. Vincent, but still low enough to see the whitecaps on the ocean as itty bitty specks. We flew over some islands and then landed in Nassau. Well, I picked up what I thought would be my only traveling companions for this trip - my purse, book and briefcase, and exited the plane.

I went through customs without any of my usual problems. I was prepared for a Canada type experience because I had to have a work permit (I actually remembered to bring it with me - what a surprise) but sailed right through.

I went to the luggage claim area. What a zoo. I was going to take a picture, but was afraid one of the 58 security officers and customs agents might not like it. There were about 300 people in an area no bigger than our building atrium. Most of them had been on shopping trips in the US and had duffle bags large enough to hold bodies in them. I looked for signs, but there were no notices regarding what luggage would be coming out in each area. Little did I know it really didn't matter.

When luggage would start to miraculously appear, the entire mass of people and packages and suitcases and duffle bags would shuffle to the area of activity. Then luggage would start appearing somewhere else and everyone would simultaneously - en mass - move to the new area. It was kind of like a herd. I was swept away inside the crowd each time. After about 1/2 hour the suitcases from my flight started to appear. I had really wondered if I should bother waiting. But, as I watched with anticipated disappointment, my suitcase appeared. FIRST!!!

I gathered my possession and headed to customs. Oh, which line to pick. The one with 15 people, 42 suitcases and 27 boxes? Oh, how about the line with 11 people, 14 duffle bags, 23 suitcases and 12 boxes. I looked ahead and the custom agents were actually going through the luggage! I was sure glad my suitcase arrived for I felt I was going to need a change of clothes before I made it through customs!

Anyway, luck continued to be on my side. First my suitcase makes it, then a line opens up and I dash towards it and end up first! I don't really think I hurt the two people I knocked over, at least I hope not. Just as I was ready to bare my soul to the agent, he stamps my documents and waves me through without checking anything. I guess I either look very honest or too stupid to do anything wrong.

I get into the taxi and head to the hotel. Things look vaguely familiar but there are a lot of new buildings since the last time I was here. I get to the hotel - me and my luggage and head to my room.
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