Yesterday, me and my father went on a duo bicycle ride from our home to Montagu Beach to the beaches along the East Coast. It was a surreal sight to be sure. I mean it looked like a normal, classic Bahamian scene: people were enjoying themselves, the sun was out, a flag was waving bright and high at the pier of Montagu Beach, and it was a good time. Both beaches felt pretty packed at the time (though not to American spring break levels of course), and only people jogging on the sides were wearing masks or anything like. What was surreal was that there’s apparently still an invisible virus somewhere out there, and the people would be told not to be there the next day for that same reason, and you’d never know. Still, was a lovely bike ride.

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