We managed to judge the amount of food we would need for our week-long stay pretty well. On packing up, we only had a few bits and pieces that we packed into a box to be donated as supplies for Alec.
Alcohol was another matter.
1 hour before leaving, bags full, nowhere to put it, we realised we were going to have to drink it.
We managed to nail a 1 ltr bottle of anejo, 10 beers and a couple of frozen drinks mixes.
So by the time we got on the ferry, we were pretty merry. We managed to get ourselves to the airport ok, to be told by BahamasAir that they could get us on the 2.30 flight (even though it was 2.15 now, and she was sat under a huge sign that said GATES CLOSE 45 MINUTES BEFORE DEPARTURE and a smaller, more disturbing one that said All Guns Must Be Checked.)
As we were about to go through to the gate, Mum realised that we had left the passports on the desk. I was mentally writing up the insurance claim as we boarded...
"Well, you see, it was like this. There was all this rum..."
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