As a somewhat disconcerting sidebar to our trip, after getting off the plane in Nassau, Yvonne & I dutifully made our way to the Immigration/Customs line. There were perhaps 30 to 40 people in front of us, nothing unusual. We hadn’t been waiting more than 2-3 minutes, when a Bahamian lady in uniform asked for our passports and then directed us to follow her, which we did. She led us around those in front of us, even behind the Customs Agents windows, where she indicated we should wait.
Before long, she returned with our passports all stamped and official. By way of explanation, she indicated it was the policy of the Bahamas to give special “consideration” to those with recognizable “maturity”.
OUCH!!
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