Ahh, the Bahamas. Freeport, Grand Bahama Island, to be exact.What a beautiful place...and what an indolent bunch of miscreants the natives are.
Oh, sure! You can go on about how the Bahamians operate on a different clock. How you should adjust to Island Time. But the truth is, I have never met a more self-serving, slow to labour, passive-aggressive group of people. Everyone, I mean everyone who was in the tourist service industry seemed to equally vie for the dollars of, and hate, the tourists.
I have seen this before...in Jamaica. There is a love/hate relationship between the native population and the oh so rich, money waving, tourists. Never though was I unable to find a genuine smile or extension of the hand of friendship as I encountered in Freeport.
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