Bubba and Clem at Walker's Cay

Bubba and Clem have everyone that's going on the Walker's Cay dive adventure meet them at Bubba and Clem's Dive Emporium and Gas Station at half past five the morning of the trip. Theys got to be at Atlanta International Airport at half past 8 to get on the chartered planes for the Beehamas. Bubba don't do late and hates peoples that are late.

Theys all gonna ride to the airport in the scuba bus, you remember the one theys painted just like a divers flag, white with a red strip over it. Everybody gets on the bus and stores theys dive stuff in the underbelly. The ride to the airport will be about three-quarters of an hour. Bubba sits behind the driver, Clem, and breaks into his paper poke sack filled with sausage biscuits. He only packed 12 for this here short trip. He's gonna give Clem 4 of em. He also brung four big ole bottles of RC Coke Coler to wash down the biscuits. By the time they pulling into the charter part of the airport all the foods be gone. And he didn't get no grease stains on his "I Dove the Andrea Doria" T-shirt.

The group unloads and checks in with the charter people and shows theys papers what say theys 'merican. The planes are loaded and all is set for the one and three quarter flight to the northern Beehamas. The flight goes uneventful cept for Bubba burping that RC Coke Coler. Bubba's burps can wake the dead.

Low and behold theys come up on the islands and everyone's peeking out the side glass winders of the plane. Its reel pretty, these Beehamas. The pilot says to hook up your seat strap and get ready to land. Walkers Cay is a 100 acre hunk of paradise with a 2500' long landing place. The pilot lands the plane as good as Frank Bama ever did. Theys roll over to the place where ya get off, theys don't got a reel airport building, just a shack for the airlines and a open hut for the customs and immigration man. After everyone goes through customs and immigration and gets theys passport stamped, Bubba and Clem meet the boss man of the island, Gary Adkinson and his pretty wife, Brenda and gives him a igloo cooler filled with fresh vegetables. It right hard for Gary to get fresh produce over there. They was told to do this by the man from Sorysota, FL. They stow all the dive stuff and suitcases on a pick up truck and drive it to the hotel. The group elects to walk the short way to stretch theys legs and take in the splendor of this special island.

The little island is very nice. And from the walk to the hotel, you can see the harbor, which is simply beautiful. Theys must be about 50 big fishing boats in the harbor as well as the dive shops boats. This Walker's Cay is the home of the rich and famous. Ain't no telling which millionaire or movie star might be there. That singer Jimmy Buffett often comes there in his seaplane. Looking over the harbor from the snack restaurant where you get lunch, you can see this might be where he writ that song "One Particular Harbor".

Theys all check in theys room and get on some bathing trunks and head down the lovely hill to have some lunch. The menu has cracked conch ( that's what theys called fried hunks of that sea shell called conch, meat ) as well as regular cheeseburgers and fried taters. They have something called conch fritters, kinda like a hushpuppy, but taste better and they come with some dipping salve that's mighty good. They also had writ on the menu that theys have conch chowder ( that's a fancie way of saying soup ). Bubba orders him a plate of fritters with dipping salve and a bowl of that chowder fer starters. He had to settle for a Coke A Coler since they don't got no RC Coke Colers in the Beehamas. Bubba then orders him three cheeseburgers. Most of the other folk have fish or cracked conch. The food is much better than they had even hoped fer.

Off to the Sea Below Dive Shop. Everyone shows theys certification card and signs em a waver and gets on the cool jet drive boat for the first two dives of the trip.

The crew is Barry and Phillip. These fellers are from the Beehamas and are super nice folks. Phillip has got his hair in them Rastafarian looking dreadlocks he kinda looks like one of them Rastas that tried to hijack the scuba bus but is way too nice. This Philip feller is a friend of the man from Sorysota, FL, and has stayed at his house when visiting Florida. Theys do a dive spiral cavern reef where the fish life is plentiful and they all seen some giant lobsters. Then after a surface break and a Coke A Coler and some yapping with Barry and Phillip, theys do another dive then head on back to the harbor. Everybody just loves Barry and Phillip. Theys talk reel funny just like island folk in the movie show. The man from Sorysota, FL and the Bunch of Fins lady tells Bubba and Clem to be sure to call Barry "Windy". They said they would tell them why later. Barry, now known as Wendy, roars in laughter and just knows who telled them to call him that.

Bubba and Clem didn't fetch along all that high tech dive stuff on this trip. They was both wearing a SeaQuest Balance BC and a MR22 Titanium regulator from Mares what had a SeaQuest EON computer hooked to it. The water was so warm over there that Clem wore his bikini Speedo bathing trunks thay Bubba calls "Tarzen Trunks" but Bubba wore a Polartec suit. Bubba and Clem got to talking with Barry on the way in about all that tech junk theys got. Clem flat axed Barry how many peoples take a cell or sat phone on dives with them over at Walker's? Barry just laughed and said he ain't never seen a soul do it, mon. He said that people come to Walker's for fun and dive in open water dive stuff none of that high tech junk.

Theys get back to the dock and unload theys dive stuff and leave it in the dive shop and heads back up the hill to the cement pond. On the way up the hill theys pass the quaint little chapel on the hillside. Clem swears if he ever get married he gonna do it in that there church. Walker's got two cement ponds, one is fresh water and the other is salt water. Bubba ain't never seen a salt water cement pond. Theys order them a Coke A Coler to sip on whilst in the pond. The whole group has descended upon the cement pond. They all is talking and having some fun.

Theys another group on the island too. Theys from New Jerk City area. Theys not the least bit fun. They talk funny and are complaining about the lunch menu and the diving. How could anybody complain about that? Clem is glad that theys on a different boat.

Its a time to head to the rooms and shower up and put on some smellum and head down to supper. Yous get to order whatever you want from the menu in the dive package.

Fer starters you can have a shrimps cocktale then a bowl of that conch soup, a salad and what ever theys got for supper and theys a lot of thangs on the list. Bubba as well as Clem orders the seafeed platter with a lobster too. The boys simply are amazed at the quality and amount of food they get. They even have ice cream fer desert. This here food is better than theys ever had even when staying in New Jerk City including that steak place Smith and Wolinskys.

Theys bellys full, Bubba and Clem head off to bed cause theys gonna get to do the Shark Rodeo dive in the morning. When lying in the bed Bubba decides that all that high tech stuff is stupid and he is gonna dive like the reel divers, ya know the ones who have fun, do from now on.

TO BE CONTINUED