The Rosemary Rendezvous: A Tale of Electromagnetic Quirks and Abandoned Properties

Have you ever found yourself in a place so remote that it feels like stumbling into the pages of a 'choose your own adventure' book? Well, that's precisely the sensation we experienced on our recent escapade to an island in the Bahamas – Manjack Cay.

Now, this island is basically a speck on the map with fewer residents than a hamster convention and absolutely no shops in sight. We're talking less civilization than a hermit crab's social circle.

Anyway, we dropped anchor there for a bit, soaking up the sun and enjoying the tropical vibes. We even had a chat with Linda, one of the locals who's been marooned there for eons. Lovely lady, but we swear she's been sipping too much coconut water.

While we are exploring we stumble upon this ginormous abandoned property, like something out of a castaway's dream. It's got a dock, beach access, cozy houses nestled in the foliage, and more storage sheds than you can shake a palm frond at. Apparently, it used to belong to a couple who were hardcore into the whole self-sufficiency gig. Think hydroponic gardens and chicken coops - they were living that island homestead life.

Main house on the property
Main house on the property

But get this, they sold the place and bailed to tinier huts on the other side of the island and it turns out the new owner has a condition called electromagnetic hypersensitivity. He can't even look at a blender without breaking out in hives. So, he stripped the joint of anything electronic, even chucked the generator, and slapped 'no cell phones allowed' signs on the dock. He was planning to build concrete walls along the beach to keep the riff-raff out. Total recluse move.

Molds to make the concrete blocks for the wall along the beach
Molds to make the concrete blocks for the wall along the beach
Machinery and concrete to make the wall
Machinery and concrete to make the wall

Now, we're scratching our heads, asking Linda how in the name of Jimmy Buffet this guy even got to the island without an engine. And let me tell you, that stumped her good.

So, here's the twist: a year later, the electromagnetic recluse who bought the island retreat decided it wasn't quite his cup of tea. Maybe the coconut water wasn't cold enough? Who knows! All we know is, he packed up and left, leaving behind a property that was more deserted than a desert island in a drought.

Amidst the overgrowth and eerie silence, there it was – a lone, overgrown rosemary bush, standing tall and proud amidst the chaos. It was like the island's way of saying, "Hey, remember me?"

Ginormous rosemary bush
Ginormous rosemary bush

And just like that, we found ourselves with enough rosemary to season meat for the rest of our natural lives. Talk about a herbaceous jackpot!

So, here's to the quirkiest property this side of Gilligan's Island and the adventure that keeps on giving – in the form of herbs with a side of electromagnetic mystery. Who needs coconuts falling from trees when you've got rosemary bushes growing wild and free? Cheers to seasoning our way through life, one eccentric island find at a time!

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