Grab a nice glass of wine, a cold water or a good snack and settle in. GSTP presents part one of our “we’re bored out of our minds at home” travel retrospective series, looking back at some pivotal travel moments which shaped the creation of GSTP.
It’s amazing thinking about travel two weeks ago, and travel now. Or really, the entire lack thereof.
I wanted to start this retrospective series, because a trip down memory lane can be really cathartic, and I wanted to explore how it is that I became so obsessed with travel. When I think back, a trip to the Bahamas really blew my mind and planted the seeds for a lifetime of passport stamps…
As a kid growing up in New York, my family travel was much like the other families fortunate enough to take the occasional vacation. We’d go to Florida, South Carolina or another beautiful part of the country, but rarely too much further than that.
I figured out that flying New York to Orlando, and then buying separate tickets onward from Orlando to Marsh Harbour was cheaper, but then learned the unfortunate lesson that there was no interline agreement between infant JetBlue and Bahamasair at the time.
But back to the Bahamas…
As we approached MHH for the first time, I remember pressing my face against the window so hard that it hurt. I think it’s because I was having a hard time distinguishing what was crystal blue, or clear water, and what was land, or sand.
This was that a-ha moment, where I knew I needed more. As we approached the narrow strip of land, where you could quite literally hit a golf ball from one side of the island to the other, I remember the moment I began to wonder “what else is out there?”
And for the avgeeks, is there anything more amusing than bouncing around in a little twin engine propeller plane, and having a wheelbarrow collect your luggage? Sadly, I think they’ve upgraded the luggage facilities since.
What I love about the Abaco Islands is that there’s something deeply humble, real and beautiful about them. It’s far more cultural than just saying you’ve been to “The Bahamas”, aka Nassau to a massive resort. In places like Hope Town or Guana Cay, you see immaculately dressed people in their Sunday best, everyone knows each other and a chain restaurant doesn’t exist.
There’s something magical about self catering, renting a house and avoiding hotels entirely. We would rent a boat, which with very limited skills allowed us to navigate to a nearby island like Man O’War Cay and hop in and out of the little bakeries and beach shacks, with the best typically boozy drinks.
For any underwater enthusiasts, the diving, snorkeling, marine life and fishing is superb. I think I still have scars on my hands from learning what line fishing is, where you take the rod out of the equation, and try to wrestle with (sometimes large) fish, with just your bare hands.
On my first ever dive lesson the dive boat’s engine conked out at sunset, and I think one of the most magical moments of my life was watching the sunset near the reef, as a pod of dolphins gracefully swam right by. Yet another thing that made me say… more please.
I think back almost weekly about fishing off the end of the little dock at the rental house and frying up whatever we got. It’s the simple pleasures sometimes. If you’re even remotely thinking about going, and particularly if you’re considering it versus somewhere like Nassau, I can’t recommend it enough.
It’s been gutting to watch this magnificent, humble stretch of almost undiscovered islands get battered around by hurricanes in recent years, but the people of these islands are stronger than any storm. They get knocked down, but they get up again.
These islands helped create this travel bug that defines my life, and I’ve actually been dying to go back for years. When the world get back to normal, I’d love to finally do it. There aren’t many places left in the world where corporate chains haven’t moved in, but this is