BahamasAir was late. Not a huge surprise, but you always hope that they will be able to take off on time, especially when we were booked on only their second flight of the day. Nassau - Marsh Harbour. So, delayed, we pottered about the one room terminal, got some grits and sausage to eat (they were out of corned beef - no fire engine!) and ran after Maia. Up and down, up and down, up and down.
We finally got called to the gate and made our way outside, only to be stood under the little covered walkway next to the plane for a while. Long enough for Maia to try and get naked anyway, which on this trip, means long enough to say 'Maia, no, not here!'. The line to the plane was moving pretty slow, while people put their bags away, swopped seats and generally buggered about. All this would have been fine, were it not for the darkening of the sky and the unheralded opening of the heavens. A fellow passenger, white Bahamian and pretty vocal, started to yell at people "God Damn People! We got a baby gettin soak here, hurry ya ass!!"
Finally we got on the plane, only to find people in our seats. Fetching your own seats for BahamasAir is not unusual, but our steward told us that we were supposed to sit in the numbered seats. Ok, then, everybody move. We got everyone out, start to settle down, when a rather large Bahamian lady plonked herself down next to Mum, in Pat's seat, and refused to budge. Wet, bedraggled and not in the mood for recalcitrant travelers, Mum demanded the woman's ticket and finally succeeded in moving her on. Throughout this, Maia was still trying to get naked.
We were just about to take off, when a tourist realized that they were on the wrong flight.
Ah, BahamasAir. It is the little things that make the difference...
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