As is the.case with many red blooded American boys, I remember my first. My first James Bond movie that is. It was 1965, so I must have been ten. My father had whisked my brothers and me off to Florida for some sun. My mother, who had not yet embraced air travel, stayed at home and enjoyed time off from her four boys and husband. Meanwhile, the Laschever boys enjoyed the pool at Miami’s Norham Shorham Hotel, hamburgers and pizzas, and on one memorable night “Thunderball,” the fourth Bond movie.
We arrived at the theater late and missed the starting sequence (always memorable). So, we sat through the beginning a second time and then just watched the whole thing again. For a preteen, the combination of action, sex, and underwater photography (scuba scenes comprised a quarter of the film) was heady stuff. Bahamian cruising presented several reminders of my Florida Bond bonding. To start Sean Connery has a home in Lyford Cay where we dined during our stay in Nassau. The plot thickened at Staniel Cay, where the Thunderball Grotto, a domed cavern filled with fish and other attractions, all but commanded us to take Schooner for a snorkel visit. To cap it off, Bond himself made an appearance at the Staniel Cay Yacht Club in an advertisement for a Bond-themed party.
Thunderball Grotto, Staniel Cay Photo credit: Sacha Kalis (see http://www.sachakalis.com/blog/).
Oh yes, there were also fish in the grotto. Photo credit:S/V Spiraserpula. For more photos and information on the Grotto see: http://cruisingbiologists.com/a-quick-tour-of-thunderball-grott/
The grotto’s dome creates a cathedral like space and an opportunity for meditation. Photo credit: S/V Spiraserpula.
We arrived about a week too soon for the party. With regrets, we left our casino attire stowed in Elizabeth Jean and ambled further down the Exumas for our George Town rendezvous with daughter Jean and her fiance Max.
Bond, James Bond.