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Saturday, January 12, 2019

Take Me Back, Bey!

      A week after returning from The Bahamas, I must say that I am grateful for the experience and would return to do it all again. I may have to, so Mr. Foulkes and I can work on our GW-themed Junkanoo rush! During the trip, I was often stressed about finding destinations that satisfied our entire group’s interests, completing all of the visits and finishing the corresponding participant observation forms, and from time to time, that detracted from the experience. Now, a week after completing everything and as I explain the trip to friends, family and clients, I wish I would have adopted the same, no pasa nada mantra I adopted during my undergraduate studies in Granada, Spain and known that everything would be okay all along. Thanks to my diligent notes and astute teammates, I have all of the details I need, from the wait times to important methodologies we learned.
Our grad group at the
Queen's Staircase
Taking a photo break in Pompey Square
The King of Nassau, Mr. Brendan Foulkes and
The King of Goatskin Drums, Mr. John 'Chippie' Chipman
      The first major item I learned from this experience was how to discretely and respectfully glean peak experience information from people. I am glad that we had some flexibility in the questions we asked, because there were many instances where we learned more useful information from people just talking freely than directed questions. In our cab to JunkanooWorld, when asked about his feelings about tourism revenue going downtown versus “Ova Da Hill”, our cab driver stated, “All I am concerned with is making my clients happy and taking my money back to my family”. That statement resonated with me and reinforced my revelation that Bahamians don’t seem to be as obsessed with excess and wealth as we are, contributing to less stressful and competitive lifestyles.



A Barrabas protege drumming for 
his pre-Junkanoo audience

      As the relaxed, Bahamian mentality trickled into our dining experiences, I also learned the importance of being quiet and taking all elements from the experience into consideration. Despite our fast-paced, get-as-much-for-as-little-in-as-little-time mentality, there are other significant elements of the dining experience that deserve attention, ranging from the background music to the décor. Even though the wait time of our food often claimed most of our attention and conversation, there were many, more impressive elements on which we could focus. I cannot emphasize enough what I would give to wait two hours for a bowl Fettuccine Alfredo in front of the ocean with an Avicii soundtrack rather than wait 10 minutes for a pizza produced in a toaster oven while watching college teams I do not know or care about in a crowded bar…

Our view from Blue Sail at Sandyport
Made a new friend while snorkeling
at the Clifton Heritage National Park 

The last major item I learned was the true importance of rooting recommendations in data rather than opinion. My heart raced during our presentations to Bahamian tourism officials, but I began to relax a bit during our dialogue, where we exchanged stories, ideas and suggestions. Initially, I worried about offending people who worked in the industry and market I was dabbling in for the week, but regained my confidence as I could rely on specific instances, observations and initial figures on which we will build for our January 25th presentation.

2019 GW Junkanoo Rush: Raise High!

Saturday, January 5, 2019

My Unbe-weave-able Experience at Nassau's Straw Market


          As I approached the iconic Straw Market of Nassau’s Bay Street, I have to admit my excitement to purchase unique, artisanal items dissipated as I approached row after row of mass produced items, ranging from bags with “Nassau” written in graffiti-style print to plastic ashtrays with artificial Cohiba cigars attached. As I entered the market, I tried to remain positive, but was bombarded by salespeople encouraging me to visit their stall, insisting that I purchase something, as they had been out there all day and had not made a sale. Just as I was about to surrender to the pressure of being an American consumer, not comfortable with bartering or saying “no”, a cruise ship full of tourists enthusiastic to find trinkets arrived. I heard one less enthusiastic cruise ship visitor exclaim, “I’m ready to go back to the boat and watch football!” As the salespeople eagerly made sales, it dawned on me that the Straw Market was geared towards the consumption of cruise ship tourists due to its proximity to the Port Terminal and centralized Bay Street. There was an ATM situated at the foot of the port, eliminating a barrier of entry for American consumers who tend to rely on cards versus cash.


As time progressed, I gained an even better idea of what was unique and what was mass produced, bartering over prices, and forging ahead to the items that I wanted to see. I purchased two beaded necklaces mimicking jade and coral, a gold ring including a pearl similar to those produced by a conch, the star of the Bahamas, a set of multicolor bracelets, a fan and a fannypack that I planned to use at Junkanoo. However, I could not leave the Straw Market without purchasing a genuine straw item similar to the ones that the Caribbean became famous for in the 1940s. I stumbled upon a woman who not only had a plethora of straw items available for purchase, but was in the process of completing a purse in the exact style for which I was looking. I approached her and as she completed my purse, she shared stories about her life on the island, family in Hyattsville, Maryland that was encouraging her to move and excitement for the Junkanoo parade. She also shared how the Straw Market had to be rebuilt in 2001 as a result of a great fire, which explained the abundance of No Smoking signs. I could feel her sense of pride in her background and talent as she handed the finish product to me, which renewed my excitement in visiting the Straw Market. As I exited the market, I noticed a row full of woodcarvers mastering their craft in front of my eyes.



Like much of Nassau, the Straw Market is tailored to tourists’ taste, but there are plenty of stories and unique flair to take advantage of, if you are willing to remain curious.