Bahamanian customs coming into Freeport is perhaps the most efficient I've ever seen. You enter a long rectangular room and have to walk a sort of a gauntlet through the middle of it to the counters at the other side. While you walk this gauntlet, half a dozen plainclothesmen are giving you the once over visually.
If you make it to the counters without the high sign being given to the lady at the counter concerning you, they pretty much welcome you to the Bahamas and that's about it.
You MORE than make up for this leaving the Bahamas to go to the U.S. The U.S. Customs at Freeport is the most ridiculous, absurd, inefficient, stupid, and pointless bunch of grief imaginable.