Bahamas, Abaco

After a long and compltely fruitless debate with the airline on where my luggage might be (it certainly didn't make it to Abaco), I developed a severe case of Rod Rage and steamed with fury as I stepped out on the flat just as the sun started setting. As I was pondering a future career of plane hijacker, a bonefish tail broke the glass smooth surface of the calm flat and world order was restored. Mon.