The Bahamas

Thunderballin’ in Nassau

Nassau

January 6th, 2026 – January 10th, 2026

If you caught our New Zealand post, you’d know there aren’t just 2 Hungry Voyagers anymore. There’s 3. Most importantly, he’s not just an ultrasound photo anymore, he’s a whole ass baby now. And we were taking this whole ass baby on his first international trip with both sets of grandparents and uncles. In terms of amount of people, this was our biggest trip yet. 9 of us were about to let loose in The Bahamas, our 27th country.

Traveling with a Baby

Is it hell? Maybe a bit. We certainly had to take a hell of a lot more luggage with us. In the past we were fully on Team Carry On only. It was now a whole other game. We had our two suitcases, a massive suitcase filled with baby diapers and clothes, his stroller, his car seat, a cooler with all his milk, and a bag carrying the breast pump. Now imagine the two of us fighting for our lives to carry all that and still hold the baby. Now imagine the flight is at 7am. Now imagine that we live 1 hour from the airport. Now imagine that we just finished moving out of our apartment the previous night and were up until midnight moving heavy boxes. Why do we do this? We do it for the love of the game.

The flights themselves weren’t horrible when I look back at it. It’s absolutely a different experience to just sitting and letting your brain rot for a couple hours, with a baby you are switched on the entire time trying to create distractions. When I’m flying and a baby is crying, I don’t even really think about it. When it’s your baby crying though, 10 seconds of them screaming feels like an eternity. He had his fair share of crying on the flights, mostly whenever we were taxiing, but I think it was a success for his first flights. He also got to sit in the cockpit, meet the pilots, and got his first set of wings. That’s pretty successful, right?

Bermuda, Bahama, Come on Pretty Mama

We landed at Lynden Pindling International Airport around midday. The customs line gave a glimpse of the priorities the country had. 8+ border agents servicing the tourist line while the citizens remained stagnant while 1 border agent slowly processed them. I’m not even joking, I think their line moved by about 10 people the entire time we went through 100+ people.

An hour drive from the airport took us to downtown Nassau where our hotel, The British Colonial, was. It was a beautiful, historical hotel built in 1924. Inside was marble flooring and glass chandeliers. It was touristy, yes, but not as touristy as some of the resorts here. At least we had some historical significance to Nassau. We also had our own private beach, sitting right where the cruise ships came to port.