Flight from Nashville to Miami on Sat, Nov 17. 1979 on Republic Airlines. Eventful only because on it left at 7:30 a.m. John bought more film and I looked at fruit to send – typical tourists – until we arrived at Eastern Airlines – to learn I “do not have a birth certificate or voters registration card, needed to re enter USA.”
We were told to go to the cigarette shop for an affidavit. The girl was off duty. See ‘Frank’ in the main shop on Concourse D. Frank was off. Get a notary in the hotel, a part of airport….7th floor, door 2, wait, pay $2.
Out of breath! We return, fill out a Bahama Entry card. We make the plane because it was delayed. One person too many. Someone takes the $39 and we are in the air. We barely had time to drink the apple juice before we land 45 minutes later. No radar so we were in a holding pattern before beautiful Nassau.
Long immigration lines! I select the one with the most problems. We are entertained by a Davy Dicks Trio playing native music. The affidavit is not accepted but drivers license gets me in. Handsome officer laughs at me being ripped off.
Our luggage was still in Miami. I had not checked bags to Nassau. Who knew? Things got better when we were greeted by a driver sent from Nassau Bank president, Mr. Donaldson, our benefactor. The luggage would be sent to the hotel.
Along the drive, I saw many places to photograph. It looked like Winslow Homer territory. We crossed a humped bridge to Paradise Island and up to our hotel (Brittanica Beach.)
Room 817 is lovely with two similated white bamboo beds. Also, a chaise lounge, dresser, desk, and circular table. We could go onto a balcony and look down onto the hotel entry and pool. We get to know a lot of Bell Captains inquiring about the luggage. Our hotel connected to restaurants, the casino and the Paradise Hotel through a series of corridors.
We find a 15% gratuity added to food bills. Beer is costly. We agree not to go in the casino. Instead we walk around a pool and discover Dolphin Hotel. It faces a canal and the Bahama Bayou.
Dolphins, kept in a pool, perform twice a day.
We started to read but fell asleep.
Editted from my journal. (To be continued)
Note: Trip, at the invitation of Board President, Fisk University, to John S. Harwell, who, at a critical time, brought skills in managing University student loans (used as comptoller, Harvard University) to put Fisk in a solvency position.