Day 3 was a relatively quiet day for us in the Bahamas. My dad and my brother went out for a little parasailing, we set out for some fried conch at Arawok Cay, sunset at the beach and of course my little incident in the water....
Parasailing is a once in a lifetime thing. Why? Well, for the adventurous folks, this is not a real adventure unless you are deftly afraid of heights. The second reason, because it costs 60 dollars per person for a 10-15 minute flight.
For lunch, we went looking for the famed native conch (giant sea snail) in the food stalls at Arawok Cay. At one end of Arawok Cay, there was a little tent set up that had 1 dozen conch fritters for 3 dollars (what a deal!). Thank you Shelly's for our first taste of conch fritter.
Deep fried conch, didn't quite meet my expectations, but hey anything deep fried is loving goodness! Shelly's deep fried conch fritters were one piece of conch draped in flour batter and deep fried to a crispy golden brown. Truthfully, the disappointment comes in that 90% of that deep fried goodness is flour, maybe 10% actually holds the conch.
Other food tried at Arawok Cay were the conch fried rice and conch ceviche. Both were very typical of their respective dishes. The conch fried rice was a little too oily.
Crossing the bridge into Paradise Island, you can see Atlantis and 3 of its areas, the main tower to the right, the cove tower to the left and Harbor area in the foreground.
We spent the rest of the afternoon into late evening lounging at the beach and the pool. Dinner tonight was cooked by our grandma, spaghetti and corned beef fried rice.
So I mentioned a little incident, sometime after sunset, my wife felt a little stinging around her foot, being as nothing showed up on her foot, we laughed it off, saying it was a cramp. Darn that karma, 5-10 minutes later, while wading in the shallow areas of the beach, I felt a sharp stinging sensation on my tummy. It wasn't so bad that I couldn't move, but it did leave its mark!
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