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A Bit Of Eden
by Maxine Rose Shcur
Flying toward Eleuthera, I looked down to see the ocean far below splattered with islands black and irregular as ink blots. Here, I thought, is where God gave his pen a shake before designing the world.
If my thoughts were on the Beginning, it was no wonder. After all, I was flying from Nassau to Eleuthera in the hopes of finding Paradise --- the get-away-from-it-all bit of Eden promised in the new Bahamian tourist publicity promoting the “Out Islands.” The Out Islands are some two dozen little-populated islands of The Bahamas where it is said the pace is peaceful and the Eleuthera beaches dreamlike.
I knew I was on the right track when on arriving in the early morning sunshine at Governors Harbour Eleuthera Airport (GHB) 
, I was greeted by Cecil Cooper, owner of “The Sweet Dreams Taxi Service.” Cecil has driven stressed-out visitors around Eleuthera for nearly thirty years. He is taxi driver to the stars, the royals and mere mortals like me. A Cab-Calloway look alike in bow tie and straw hat, Cecil Cooper won my affection right away. Sensing my apprehension at the narrow, twisted road riddled with pot holes, he laughed, “Don't you worry! This road is more holy than righteous but I'll be looking for the righteous parts!” His good-natured humor set me at ease and I soon discovered my fear unfounded, for he not only drove extremely slowly but in the hours we toured central and southern Eleuthera, we encountered the grand sum of two cars.
Slow driving on a slow island worked on me like a sedative. We went so leisurely I could observe the details of the exotic plants flowering alongside the road and as we passed each one, Cecil explained not only what it was, but how it's used.
See those little white flowers? Cerasee. Call it Bahamian penicillin 'cause it's the best thing for the flu. We make a burlup from it.”
“What's a burlup?” I asked.
Cecil laughed, “that means we boil it up!”
“Now that one is silk cotton ... you call it kapok. In February when the pods drop they cover the road and the church women come down and pick them for pillows. But silk cotton's dangerous! You can hardly control the car with those pods on the road. They're slipperier than banana peels.”
“See that? Best plant on the island! Love vine. Mix it with milk and it'll do the trick: make the poor feel rich and the old feel young.”
I sat back in the seat, listening to the lore and breathing in the warm, soft-as-velvet breeze. I gazed far across the lush green hills. Eleuthera is a long narrow island shaped like a bent fish hook and stretching 110 miles. Yet because it's less than three miles wide, we were always in sight of a turquoise ribbon of sea. From Governor's Harbour we headed south toward Rock Sounds.
Tarpum Bay
Soon we came to the waterfront village of Tarpum Bay which I was told was named after the fish. “But the fish is tarpon.” I said. Well, the answer came, “some people can't spell.” Tarpum Bay is a fishing hamlet for tarpon, grouper and conch (pronounced conk). On the gentle bay, small colorful boats bob prettily. The town itself is distinguished by quaint St. Columbia Anglican Church painted in blue and white to match the sky. Knowing that I was an art lover, Cecil Cooper drove me up the road from the church to a tiny red and white house. On the lawn in front sat a wacky red and white carved replica of a Spanish galleon with the inscription, “Chris's ship.” “Christopher Columbus, that is,” the owner explained, coming to greet us. This was the home and welcoming ship of Mall Flanders one of Eleuthera's resident artists. Mall Flanders is a Florida transplant who's lived in Tarpum Bay for more than twenty years, but the love affair is far from over. His studio is filled with oil paintings that are colorful, whimsical visions of Eleuthera and its people. Mall Flanders' paintings abound with flowers making them joyful, tropical visions. “I'm a lousy gardener,” he explains apologetically, “so painting's my way of making flowers last.”
You can buy Mall Flanders' paintings in Nassau but making the short trek to his Tarpum Bay home gives you greater selection and is in itself a colorful journey.
Our next stop was Rock Sound , a prosperous town of neat houses with a tropical suburban feel. Cecil pointed out his house, a red and white rancher. “Sweet Dreams” the driftwood sign said. At Rock Sound we stopped at a supermarket where for some reason a loaf of bread was needed right now. Then, a mile and a half from town, we stopped at Ocean Hole, where ocean water flows inland and marine life can be seen in this “lake,” which legend says is bottomless. At the water's edge, hundreds of grouper swarmed and leapt frantically for the bits of bread we threw into the water.
Passing Windermere Island
Turning north, we passed Windermere , the famous resort of the royals. This was the favored destination of Lord Mountbatten. Prince Charles has visited nine times and it was here that a pregnant, bikini-clad Diana was photographed. Windermere is closed now, poised to re-open next year. But if you want to taste royal Windermere food at commoner prices, stop down the road at Sammy's Place . Sammy Culmer was Windermere's maitre 'd, and now runs this small Eleuthera restaurant serving American and Bahamian food. For five to seven dollars, you can enjoy a plate of conch fritters, grouper fingers, cracked conch, shrimp or crab that's sea-scent fresh. Wash it down with Junkanoo punch, cold and sweet with a homemade punch flavor or Kalik, the Bahamian beer.
Continuing our drive, I noticed the abundance of signs that grace Eleuthera. I'm not talking about road signs because these are few, but wooden signs, simply written and put up almost anywhere to inform, exhort, amuse and warn:
At the airport:
LOVE YOUR ENEMY IT WILL DRIVE HIM CRAZY AND COLD BEERS
At a newspaper stand:
WE LIGHT UP YOUR LIFE --- YOUR MONEY LIGHTS UP OURS
At a soft drink stand:
LET YOUR HEART BE AGAINST DRUGS TO SAVE THE YOUTHS!
At a boat dock:
VENGEANCE IS MINE SAITH THE LORD. I WILL REPAY!
On a souvenir stand:
DOROTHEA'S STRAW WORK IN GOD WE TRUST
On a street corner:
WHEREVER YOU GO TAKE A BOOK WITH YOU!
But the sign that stopped my heart was this one:
MY FUTURE BEGINS HERE.
These were the words, printed large on the side of the elementary school on a hill above Rock Sound. The school, like all the schools in The Bahamas, had an old-fashioned British air. The children in crisp white shirts, somber navy skirts and trousers, white socks, white shoes, hair combed back and tied. In a low, stucco building, the classrooms were lined up one after another, adding to the appearance of conformity, containment and regimentation. Yet there was awesome beauty for each green classroom door was flung wide so that in straight desk rows the pupils confronted the vastness of an ocean stretching to Africa. I thought how much easier it must be to imagine your future when the next stretch of land is a continent and your daily horizon is the watery arc of the Earth.
The Meaning of Eleuthera
The word “Eleuthera” has both a beautiful sound and meaning: freedom. It's a Greek word given to the island by a group of English Puritans who came to Eleuthera in 1648 seeking religious freedom. Calling themselves “Eleutherian Adventurers,” they built the first settlement in The Bahamas at Governor's Harbour, gave the country its first written constitution and this island its name. Over the years their number dwindled but during the American Revolution, Eleuthera became the refuge of freedom for Loyalists fleeing with their slaves from the colonies. Today, the population of Eleuthera is made up of the descendants of Eleutherian Adventurers, Loyalists and slaves. Yet, it's an underpopulated place. Less than 10, 000 people live on the island so that as we stopped at various pristine beaches, I was astonished to find no one, absolutely no one there. On Eleuthera, finding your private part of the world is easy. One deserted beach we visited, hidden from the road by tall oat grass was said to be named "My Beach" “Why is that?” I asked, “Because it's so hidden yet everyone who discovers it says, “This is my beach.”
Harbour Island
The next oday, I headed for Harbour Island in the north and my driver Abraham Johnson was young and jolly. He drove fast, whizzing me north with youthful speed and home-grown jokes. I was enjoying myself immensely for his joking manner was a natural tonic. However, every so often I'd let out an involuntary squeal of fear as we rounded a narrow curve. Abraham Johnson continuously assured me he was a cautious driver, emphasizing that there was nothing to worry about. After all, he said, he didn't want to die either. “We Bahamians love life so much,” he boasted, “we make dying the last thing we do!”
I arrived very alive at the curiously-named town of Lower Bogue and took the 20-minute jet boat ride to Harbour Island. Harbour Island, called “Briland” by the locals, is only three miles long and all prettiness -- crowned by Dunmore Town where gingerbread clapboard cottages, overgrown with bougainvillea cluster on green hills rising from the bay. Against the blue-pink sky, Dunmore Town makes a quaint, old-fashioned tableau. Tiny shops, restaurants, colonial churches and art galleries are tucked away along the prim, narrow streets. At the newly opened Dunmore Deli, I enjoyed a fresh crab sandwich on a balcony overlooking the town. Dunmore Town is said to be not only the prettiest town in The Bahamas but Harbour Island is reputed to have the loveliest pink sand beaches. So if you want to stay on Harbour Island, there are beach hotels to suit every taste from the eclectic Runaway Hill to the glamorous, art-filled Dunmore -- to simple hotels and housekeeping cottages.
Eleuthera. It's advertised as “the place you dream of on a Monday morning.” This narrow island of wide smiles is still an unsullied bit of Eden and I long to come back and enjoy the tranquillity before this Out Island becomes in.
What To Do On Eleuthera
- The Annual Pineapple Festival at Gregory Town in the first week of June, Tour pineapple farms, enter the athletic "Pineathalon" buy island crafts, and sample the winners of the pineapple recipe contest while sipping the Eleuthera specialty: pineapple rum.
- The Bahamian answer to the Wyeth Family: Eddie Minnis, one of The Bahamas' most celebrated artists and his two artist daughters, Roshanne and Nicole who live and work in Eleuthera, above the picturesque town of Current. Their paintings which capture Bahamian life can be found in galleries in Dunmore Town.
- The Glass Window Bridge at the narrowest point of the island. Here a little bridge abruptly divides the turbulent blue Atlantic from the teal, clear-as-glass waters of the Sound.
- The Cave near Gregory Town where pirates once hid. Massive chambers and narrow passageways lead you through spectacular underground cathedrals.
- The island of Spanish Wells, only 15 minutes by ferry boat from Harbour Island Bahamas. Inhabited by descendants of the Eleutherian Adventurers, Spanish Wells is a prosperous fishing community and the place to try your luck at big-game fishing.
- Tasting the Bahamian specialty: conch salad. In Dunmore Town, just head to the man in the bright flowered shirt along the wharf. That's Billy Sawyer. His stand is no bigger than a card table but for four dollars, he'll make you the tastiest of conch salads, marinated in lime and seasoned with the island's bright red "bird pepper."
- Taking a walking tour of Dunmore Town. You'll pass colorful Cape Cod cottages with ornately carved shutters and verandahs. You'll see the oldest churches in The Bahamas, and on Bay Street, you'll discover the delightfully colonial Loyalists Cottage dating to 1790.