I leaned on the balcony rail outside our state room in the chilly,
overcast first light of morning as we slowly entered the channel into
Freeport Harbor. Well, to me it was chilly, compared to the warm
sunshine of the last two days. It must have been in the mid 60's,
overcast with occasional rain showers just as it was the first time
we visited Freeport back in November of 1989. And just like the first
time, we decided not to go ashore, spending the day on-board instead.
Freeport - 2014 - Freeport channel aboard the M/S Norwegian Sky |
Ilse and
I expected to have the ship to ourselves once again, but far fewer
passengers went ashore than when we visited the private island at
Great Stirrup Cay two days before. We assumed the stores in Freeport
would be closed Christmas day, and apparently so did the majority of
passengers as the public areas of the ship were full. Besides, not
many wanted to suffer the drizzly weather. The stores and vendors who
did open in Freeport were probably disappointed in the low turnout.
Many of the Jitney drivers on the dock chatted among themselves
waiting for passengers who didn't show up.
Freeport, 1989, near the Emerald Seas, another basin cruiser pioneer. |
Ilse and I took advantage
of the of the empty jogging deck – almost all current cruise ships
now have one – and walked our three miles before heading up to the
exercise room for the stationary bikes. Every lap around the ship
found more people sitting on the deck, some leaning on the rail, all
glued to their laptops, tablets and smart-phones.
A Bahamian vendor
on shore had an Internet router running with no security. It didn't
take long before the free WiFi was discovered and people began
logging onto the Internet. Norwegian Cruise Lines offers WiFi service
at any time on ship, but at 75 cents a minute, so by the time we
finished our eighth lap, the dock side of the ship was beginning to
get crowded. The signal was strongest on the dock side closest to the
vendors store. We took advantage of the free access later as well,
checking e-mail to make sure the world at home hadn't fallen apart.
We spent the rest of the day reading and just strolling around the
ship.
We
weren't curious enough about Freeport to disembark the first time,
and we certainly didn't have the spark to do it this time. The 12
mile ride to town is $5 a person if you use one of the jitneys, which
today are mostly vans, and about $25 if you ride by yourselves. When taking a jitney, you have to wait until the driver has a full van. The
round trip alone pretty much wipes out any savings from shopping in
town, but it is too far to walk. Freeport and its beach suburb,
Lucaya, form the second largest city in the Bahamas, and how it came
about is worth a volume of its own. Freeport became an International
tax free port in 1955 and has been a financial cornerstone of the
Bahamian economy ever since.
Jitneys waiting for customers, 2014 |
They will lose their tax free trade zone
status in 2054, but until then, shoppers can take advantage of better
prices than found in Nassau. Freeport and the island Grand Bahama has
many sites we would like to have visited, but the weather wasn't
inviting and we decided to spend Christmas on the boat.
Few vendors, and no restaurants open - Christmas day |
The oil
storage facility here has benefited from the canceled deep water port
planned for Biscayne Bay in Florida, just south of Miami, in the
early sixties. Due to action from the Miami Herald's Juanita Green
and Lancelot Jones, one of only two Elliot Key residents, President Lyndon
Johnson created Biscayne National Monument in 1968 and canceled plans for the eight-mile long
deep water channel through pristine Biscayne Bay. Freeport offered the port facilities needed by
the deep water oil tankers and containers ships, and has more big
ships laying off shore than I've seen anywhere else in the Caribbean.
Freeport even has dry-dock facilities.
The Jitneys wait for customers, 1989 |
If you
want a thrill in cruising, stand on the starboard side, the right
side, of a large ship as it exits the Freeport Channel and look down
into the clear water as you sail past the rather close coral rock
shore. I thought the exit from Aruba was tricky with a ninety degree
right hand turn as we cleared the channel, but it wasn't as breath
taking as simply sailing straight out of Freeport. The port pilots
earn their money. Soon after clearing the channel, we changed clothes
and headed to the dining room for our last meal of the cruise.
As the gods of cruising seem to pick odd times to smile on us, we met a senior staff officer in the hallway on our way to the dining room, and after the required but awkward courtesies and niceties, I mentioned the exit from Freeport as distinctly awe inspiring. He smiled and said it was indeed narrow, but not dangerous. I asked if the ninety degree exit from Aruba was the most worrisome and he answered, "Oh, no! The port we dislike the most is New York! That is one port the pilots really earn their money."
As the gods of cruising seem to pick odd times to smile on us, we met a senior staff officer in the hallway on our way to the dining room, and after the required but awkward courtesies and niceties, I mentioned the exit from Freeport as distinctly awe inspiring. He smiled and said it was indeed narrow, but not dangerous. I asked if the ninety degree exit from Aruba was the most worrisome and he answered, "Oh, no! The port we dislike the most is New York! That is one port the pilots really earn their money."
If this view departing Freeport doesn't make your pulse race, you have ice in your veins |
Once again, we suffered a terrible meal, or half of one. While Ilse's Salmon was done well and quite delicious, I sent my dinner of chicken cordon bleu back. Once again, the Maitre D stopped by our table, and this time picked up the tab for our two glasses of wine.
This last meal showed another reason we don't like Freestyle dining. No one will ever again hear Dexter Poindexter's classic "Hot Hot Hot" played over the sound system as waiters do a Conga line through the dining room carrying Baked Alaska Flambe on their heads as the sitting comes to a close. In Freestyle dining, the sitting never closes because diners come and go, and the tradition of Baked Alaska as the final day of cruising desert falls by the wayside, another loss in the romance of cruising. This is our sixth cruise, and the only one without the joyous Caribbean cruising tradition, even if the real Flambe had been replaced last time by battery powered LEDs.
Exiting Freeport Channel |
[updated March 3rd, 2017]