Cabbage Beach, Paradise Island

Cabbage Beach, Paradise Island

One of the things that is consuming my life is the search for a fantastic beach that is different from the fantastic beach I usually frequent.  The spectacular familiar beach is on Paradise Island, which is actually opposite to Nassau (Nassau proper, the city). To get there, you drive over a bridge, paying a toll of a dollar, and then you try to find parking. Then you find one of the designated public access points (you can’t walk through the hotels to the beach) and you are on one of the country’s most stunning strands of white white sand and clear turquoise water (sans seaweed). This is Cabbage Beach, or depending how far west you enter, Paradise Beach.  Because of the trouble it takes to get there, (parking is a bitch) although the beach is populated by tourists, it is never crowded, and it is never dirty. Compare my neighborhood beach, Yamacraw, which lies in front of an area of overgrown bush where people have dumped all sorts of things like washing machines. We will not even speak of Montague Beach, which surrounds the old Fort Montague at the eastern edge of Nassau.

 

But I want variety, and so I have been looking for Love Beach, which is allegedly beautiful, but extremely difficult to get to. It is bordered by a string of private houses and establishments, but by law there has to be an access point somewhere. But the point is hidden. Last week, a friend and I went to find the place, but we are not so sure we did. We found Jaws Beach, where a young woman was energetically and awkwardly  impaling herself on her lover in the shallows. We found  Orange Hill Beach, which was too near the road. We drove past Goodman’s Bay, where the tide was abnormally high. But when we got to the beach which was surrounded by a lot of apartments named after Love, when we walked through a very overgrown path with a lot of beer bottles, we discovered water brown with weed, and a shore that was rocky and littered.  My friend, always reluctant to leave Paradise, swears that this is the place we were searching for. But I hope not, and desire to continue my search for Love.

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