Friday, May 04, 2012
The Conch Shacks of Nassau
While boats and the ocean are all things that I like, something about being stuck on one with a bunch of people who are determined to be entertained and more people who are determined to entertain them wasn't really to my liking very much.
This feeling was amplified by the fact that it rained the first couple days.
Things got better when we finally landed at Nassau though, and looking back, I kind of wish we could have just flown there or taken a speed boat or something like that instead of having the main attraction be the journey there itself.
There were no tourists around, but the area seemed at least relatively busy with Bahamians sitting out in front of the line of conch shacks.
While walking out under the bridge, this guy started waving to me from one of the shacks and called out "Hey, tall guy, you want [held hand in front of nose and made sniffing gesture] some white stuff?" I smiled and said "Not tonight, but thanks" and kept walking until another guy stopped me and asked if I wanted to smoke (I can usually tell from the intonation in someone's voice on the word smoke whether they're talking about something other than tobacco, and the intonation was definitely there).
After refusing the second offer, I continued walking to almost the last shack in the line, at which point I could no longer resist my curiosity to find out what "conch salad" is.
It turned out to be delicious. Think pico de gallo––only spicier and with lots of chunks of sweet white meat in it that I presume was the conch.
The rest of the trip was unremarkable, and, thanks to the radiation burn that I got earlier that day and a lingering cold that came back with vengeance, rather unpleasant. If nothing else though, I can add conch salad at a shack under a bridge in Nassau harbor to my list of memorable culinary experiences.