After all, it is a similar resort. We were surrounded by amateur bartenders, describing all the drinks they would order. Once we got to the island we won't have to be around these weenies. There are probably lots of other real people on the flight. We got to the island.
Island is a bit of an exaggeration.
Turkoise was located on a desolate rock out at the ass end of the Bahamas. This place was nothing like Martinique. We deplaned and strolled across the five thousand degree tarmac to the un-air conditioned comfort of the terminal. After waiting in line for a half an hour, our passports were examined by a grunting clerk. I got our bags from baggage claim, a huge pile of rumpled overnight bags dumped in the shade just outside the terminal.