I hate going into the straw market, because they constantly bother you. You can't point or look at anything, without them jumping up in your face. You constantly have people trying to give you "free" stuff, but then want donations. I try to politely decline and they still try to push it on you and then when you say you won't donate, they get aggravated with you. Kids are running around and trying to sing for you, then ask for a donation. It's sad, but it gets old.

I have no desire to go back to the Bahamas.