Day 6

Our last day in the Bahamas started hot and dry, as usual.

 After a gruelling sprint of two laps of what seemed like several miles over the two highest bridges in the Bahamas (seen in some of the pictures below).....

 

 ...the boys took to the sand field to increase endurance and foot skills, and had a strenuous workout for more than an hour in teams of 5 against each other.

 

 

 

They also played against local talent...

 

 

...and against a supremely skillful and hyper-fit dads team which lost 1-0 to their sons only due to some inexplicable refereeing decisions by coach Noel who seems unaware of the rules of football and had left his glasses back at the hotel. 

 

 

Mr Jackson was so annoyed by the poor refereeing that he decided to end proceedings by setting off back to the hotel with the ball.

All the others returned to the hotel on foot over that bridge again:

 

...except for coach Noel who claimed he needed to get back to change the time of breakfast, and flagged down a passing flatbed truck (red arrow), though he did wave encouragingly at the boys (blue arrow) as he sped past at 30 mph:

 

Back at the hotel after a light breakfast of muesli, yoghurt, fresh fruit, toast, oatmeal, omelettes, pancakes, bacon, french toast, sausages, fried eggs, chocolate croissants, Danish pastries, ham rolls and ice cream, the dads took to the water park for some energetic water aerobics to keep trim....

 

...and ready for the evening's eagerly anticipated entertainment: no, not the elimination round of Miss Teen USA.  A scavenger hunt!  Using brain power and muscle power only, this was a race to collect ten Bahamian items, ranging from the worm from a Conch shell and a Bahamian dollar (from the other side of those bridges again!!), to an item from Gucci, a fish, and an umbrella.

 

Coach Noel explained the rules to the excited teams of three...

 

...the atmosphere was electric with tension....

 

 

...and then they were off!!

"You expect us to run over those bridges AGAIN!?!"

The dads had their own scavenger hunt:

 

Some showed great ingenuity by simply phoning a few friends to bring their items....

With all the excitement, some of the dads were exhausted.

...while others had clearly simply misunderstood the point of the exercise and returned with items not on the list...

 

But it was all smiles in the end.

 

 

 

 With the boys smelling fragrantly of Gucci perfume, the beach umbrellas were replaced on the beach, the stingray was returned to its tank and the Bahamian dollar was returned to the very nice policeman who has promised not to press charges provided the team leaves the Bahamas tomorrow and never return.

 

 And the winner of the scavenger hunt was..... (to be continued)