Lynden Pindling airport in the Bahamas, I was amazed by the sheer size and scope of development across the island. Two more bright pink towers had joined Atlantis since my visit all those years ago. That cluster of huge buildings on the horizon was Baha Mar, the ill-fated resort that went bankrupt before it even opened.
On the way to my hotel, I asked the taxi driver what had happened to the Hilton, a stately, 1920s-era property where I had last stayed. It’s still there, he answered, pointing to a building covered in scaffolding and flanked by plywood billboards advertising something called The Pointe, which promised a “world-class” shopping, entertainment and dining experience, plus a marina and parking for 1,000 cars.
Of course, we can’t stop change, but the relentless…
