Yeah, different experiences...
The first time I was there, we drove down a track near Carmichael Village and did some shots on the beach, the car parked not twenty-five yards away in the scrub. During the shoot, one of the girls came over to where I was working with the other one and asked where the tape player was. We didnīt have it and so we broke off and went over to the car to see what was going down. No tape - gone. However, and thank my lucky stars for that, the camera equipment was untouched. Dumbest thief or most considerate one?
On another trip, we were on Paradise Island and taking five when this beach bum wandered over and offered us coke. When I refused, politely, he told me I would be the richest guy in the cemetery, not original thinking but not pleasant either.
There is/was a little supermarket near the bridge, just by the Pilot House Hotel: we went there to buy stuff and it was like running a gauntlet of hostile looks.
On the other hand, we did meet some very nice people indeed, whose generosity extended to taking the group by boat to a private island where we could get better photographs... The guy manning the PR bar at the Bacardi factory was charming.
So there you are - as with so many things in life, the experience is coloured by the type of person with whom you come into contact.
Ciao - Rob C