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This private island in the Bahamas, is a Disney Cruise Line port of call. In answer to the question: "When Is The Copy Better Than The Original?" This would be it. The sand has been sifted to a fine white powder. The mosquitoes are nowhere to be found. The water is crystal clear and turquoise blue. Paradise found. Escape TO reality.
I am not talking about staged authenticity, like my visit to Papette Tahiti. Most designers spend their time creating shopping malls. Re-creating the island paradise, however, is admirable.
Once used as a stop for drug smugglers.Think “Snow White” or “White Snow” . There is an airstrip on the island, but it is no longer in regular use nor maintained (I shot some video on July 4,2012, a previous visit) .It's unusual isolation becomes, in its own way, a paradise-somewhere in the Bahamas.
I no longer live on Cloud 9. I leveled up
Jan 21,2013-Last Visit Castaway Cay-Cloud 10
Airplanes are like diets, I don’t like being on them. Float planes however (you know flying boats) are the exception. This summer in Alaska, I got a business class ticket to cool, with complimentary mojo on takeoff.
This landing strip is the only thing aviational besides the staged authenticity-wrecked prop planes on Disney’s Castaway Cay.
I used to live on Cloud Nine in the People’s Republic of Santa Monica, riding my carbon fiber bike 100 miles a day down the Venice Beach strand through the boat yard of Marina Del Rey, and out towards Manhattan Beach. It gave me an energy and enthusiasm and natural high that begged the question “What are you on?” I was simply on my bike.
Environments create mood, and Starbucks, Yoga, drinking fresh vegetable and fruit juices and good sunny weather created fuel for thought. This west coast life style suited me well. It gave me momentum towards a greater something.
That something became a move to Cloud 10, sailing the seven seas on cruise ships.