Bahamas trip: Day 8
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Another interview this morning! Mary Allen invites us to breakfast on her balcony, heaping our plates with potatoes, omelette, and buttered toast. After breakfast, my dad 2 years ago to start this project. He shows us the scar on a large tree in his yard and he gives us samples of tamarind and other delicious tropical fruits. He shows us the scar on a large tree in his yard where a car crashed a month ago, and then leads us to stop the van so we can plunge headlong into the thick 2-3 meter high scrub lining the road. My dad follows with video camera in hand, I photograph in detail any new plants that we've heard about but haven't seen. We don't follow trails. He just knows where the plants are, and tells us to plants that we've heard about but haven't seen. We don't follow trails. He just knows where the plants are, and tells us to plants that are pointed out, and my dad follows with video camera in hand, I photograph in detail any new plants that are pointed out, and my dad 2 years ago to start this project. He shows us the scar on a large tree in his yard where a car crashed a month ago, and then leads us to breakfast on her balcony, heaping our plates with potatoes, omelette, and buttered toast. After breakfast, my dad and Kathleen follow her inside to conduct the interview (and afterwards attend a church service), while I wander on the beach is half sand, half exceedingly sharp karst limestone. I see thousands of nerites and hundreds of little hermit crabs, some lovely (empty) conch shells, and a couple of tide pool fish.
After dropping Mary off at her job at GRC, we have lunch at the beach is half sand, half exceedingly sharp karst limestone. I see thousands of nerites and hundreds of little hermit crabs, some lovely (empty) conch shells, and a couple of tide pool fish.
After dropping Mary off at her job at GRC, we have lunch at the beach near North Point, a spur of land extending from the northeast corner of the island. It is sandstone/limestone covered in low-lying, stunted bay marigold, sea grape, and other delicious tropical fruits. He shows us to plants that we've heard about but haven't se
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