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I donned my bathing suit, grabbed my sunglasses
Author rides an aqua-tricycle into the sea.
Opposite: Sun-soaked Great Blue Heron
perched on a table at Great Abaco Island.
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and stepped towards my golf cart. Staff members
must have turned it around, as it was now fac-
ing out for a quick getaway. They’d also placed a
bottle of cold water in the cup holder and a fresh
towel on the passenger seat. I could get used to
this. They were equally attentive to my bungalow
and my kitchen was stocked with a coffee maker
and coffee, tea, six large bottles of water, L’Occitane
amenities, and a bathrobe – all restocked whenever
I wanted. Besides the kitchen, my spacious accom-
modation had a large living room, separate bed-
room, and screened-in porch with chaise lounges.
I parked my golf cart and walked down to the
beach, dipping my feet into the bathtub-warm water
as the gentle waves disappeared in the sand at the
shoreline. The beach was deserted except for much
further down where a dozen or so workers raked all
the seaweed and loaded it onto trucks. I found out
later that they mix the seaweed with a little sand
and then let it sit for around eight months when it all
turns into sand. They then use it for the bunkers on
the golf course. A perfect recycling system.
Walking back up the beach, I planned my day.
First, I’d have breakfast at the beach bar restaurant,
then I’d spend the morning working on my tan and
reading my book on a beach lounger, have lunch,
change, and drive my golf cart up to the spa for a
massage. After the treatment I’d watch the sunset
from the top of the hill, eat dinner at the restaurant
next to the spa, and drive back down to the beach to
look at the stars before returning to my bungalow. A
perfect day.
By the time I returned, Ellie, the watersports
manager, was dragging catamarans, kayaks, and
paddleboards down to the water’s edge. He pushed
a gigantic aqua- tricycle with wheels the size of a
John Deere tractor towards the shoreline. He must
have seen me salivating because he said, “You want
to try it?”
I grinned, hopped onto to the gigantic bike and
peddeled as hard as I could, but the enormous
wheels were stuck in the sand like a car in the snow.
Happily, Ellie pushed me on the trike right into the
water and the water toy floated. I peddled forwards,
then backwards, Queen of the Ocean.