Minutes after touching down at Andros Town International Airport it hits you...This is my kind of place. No lines, no TSA pat downs, just the casual comings and goings of locals and a handful of starry-eyed fly fishers. The departing anglers look to those arriving in jealous nods, while the newly initiated b-line it to the parking lot to get the adventure started.
After swerving around the 40th pothole on the short 28 kilometer stretch to Andros Island Bonefish Club, our driver, Peter remarks, "If you want to put a car through hell, send it to Andros!" The potholes and the roads are just the price one has to pay to get to paradise.