ANOTHER trip to Guana Cay.
22.05.2015 - 25.05.2015
It’s official: I am boring.
I knew this would happen eventually. In fact, I saw a list online (which means it must be TRUE) titled, “How to know if you are boring.” Number 4 on that list? “Boring people always do the same thing.”
I went to Guana Cay again.
So, I am definitely boring.
In fact, you’ll probably fall asleep before you finish reading this.
What can I say? I LOVE IT THERE.
I promise, there will be some more exciting destinations coming up in the fall and spring, but for now, please indulge my dreary, mind-numbing, repetitive vacation obsession with this little island.
This trip was short and sweet. It was also completely unplanned. That’s the beauty of going back to a place again and again – you really don’t need to do much more than throw a swimsuit and some flip flops in a bag and head down.
That’s pretty much what we did.
With less than a week’s notice, we decided to head down to Guana Cay for Memorial Day weekend.
You see, I was on a mission.
I was looking at houses, folks.
Yes, I know all of the reasons NOT to buy a vacation home.
First, there’s simply the fact that it costs a lot of money. Money that I could spend on other important things, like food and health insurance. Or lots of shoes.
Then, there are all of the unnecessary headaches. Maintenance, repairs, supplies. No longer is my vacation a carefree experience but it will involve things like buying toilet paper and fixing door hinges. Not to mention rusting appliances, mildew, bugs, and lizard control.
And what about the loss of the “freedom to travel?” I mean, having a house somewhere will make me feel OBLIGATED to vacation there, won’t it? Can I really enjoy myself in a mountain cabin when I know that I am paying exactly $2.74 per minute for a house that is sitting empty on an island somewhere?
Not to mention the feelings of extreme guilt and regret.
Every time I see a homeless person on my way home, I’ll have to think about the fact that I have TWO houses and they are sleeping in a tarp.
I also know that every time I look at my mom I am going to know she’s wondering why I didn’t spend that money on something more worthwhile.
Like a kid.
And let’s be frank, in the event of a zombie apocalypse, we all know that I am going to be sorry I didn’t use that money to buy machine guns, gold, and dehydrated foods and bury them in the back yard.
Sure, I know all these reasons. I know a vacation home is a poor investment. I know it is a headache. I know I could rent a house 10x nicer for way less than the cost of ownership.
But I went and looked at houses anyway.
I mean, it’s Guana Cay. Boring or not, I love it.
We headed down on a Friday afternoon. This was the first time we hadn’t left in the wee hours of the morning, in time to make the first ferry of the day at 10:30 a.m. Instead, we barely squeaked onto the last ferry at 5:45 p.m.
But not without a Bahama Mama from Curly Tails!
We made it to Grabbers just in time for sunset.
Then, we dumped the dogs off so that we could go eat dinner without 4 beady little eyes boring a hole into our very souls with their pathetic looks.
Instead, we drove away on our golf cart with 4 beady little eyes boring a hole into our very souls with their pathetic looks. Unfortunately for them, the soul-penetrating pathos they were beaming at us failed to make us realize how selfish we were being by wanting to go get food without them instead of recognizing their emotional agony.
We went to dinner.
We decided to try Kidd’s Cove, a simple bar with a few inside tables. I had noticed their chalk board menu on our previous trip and everything sounded pretty good. It’s run by born and bred Guana Cay residents Forrest and Edmond Pinder, a father and son duo who cook up some mean mahi-mahi and also run a charter fishing business by day.
Forrest wasn’t on island, but his dad was running the show in the kitchen in his absence.
The bad news was that Edmond was only cooking one thing that night: Drunken Mahi-Mahi.
The good news was that he was a pretty good cook!
While we waited, we ordered the house drink, "the mosquito." They also brought us out some of their sushi to try.
On Guana Cay?
Sure, this was the equivalent of getting a Chicago deep dish pizza in Mud Lake, Idaho, but it was free. Why not?
You know, it was pretty good.
I mean, they do catch their own fish……
We all had the drunken mahi-mahi – tender fish stewed in a bowl of black beans, tomatoes, rice, and topped with a scoop of homemade potato salad.
It was FANTASTIC.
So far, this trip had not followed the “rules of Vicki’s Guana Cay vacation.” We flew down in the late afternoon. We didn’t eat our customary first dinner at Grabbers. We ate SUSHI at a bar, for goodness sakes.
This trip had been the Bizarro version of the Guana Cay experience.
So, it came as no surprise that I didn’t wake up in time to see the sunrise.
Bella didn’t mind.
It was Saturday and the weather was glorious, so we decided it would be a perfect day to take the boat all the way down to Little Harbour and visit Pete’s Pub.
This required a stop at Pelican Cay for beach drinks.
Then it was on to Pete’s for lunch.
Thankfully, there was no live band and we knew exactly what the Blaster would do, so we had a nice, peaceful, relaxing, quiet, non-dancing, non-drunken lunch.
I told you this was the Bizarro trip, didn’t I?
This gets my vote for “Worst Car Choice Ever.”
And we’ll just call these “Boats I’ll Never Own.”
On the way back, we made a stop at Lubbers Landing to see Austin and Amy. Guess who else we got to meet? Tiki Tim!
Yep. He’s a real person.
If you don’t know, Tiki Tim provides a daily weather update on the Lubbers Landing Facebook page. You should check it out. Nothing says, "crazy" better than incessantly checking the weather for a place you don't actually live.
Then it was back to Guana for a Grabbers sunset and some ribs with the dogs in tow.
It was a quiet end to a calm and uneventful day.
The upside to spending the previous day like geriatric patients at a nursing home and being in bed before dark was that I was able to make it up in time for sunrise.
We took a quick boat ride over to shell island where the dogs insisted on following me all the way around, forcing me to spend an inordinate amount of time shooing them away from dead things and old seaweed.
After collecting some shells, we boated to the other end of Guana to take a second try at the Scotland Cay lagoon. We wanted to see if we could manage NOT to get stuck in the sand.
Even Rooby, aka Cool Breeze, thought it was pretty awesome.
In keeping with our Bizarro trip, we went to Nippers Sunday Fun Day and did nothing but watch. No nippers. No mac n’cheese. No dancing. No toilet paper on the head.
Normally, THIS would be our golf cart. Not this time.
Seriously? This was getting weird.
We grabbed a pizza and wings at Grabbers and called it a day.
There was all kinds of dancing and mahem going on, but we just sat back and watched. Maybe we are getting old.
We had enjoyed Kidd’s Cove so much the first night, we went back for a late Sunday dinner. This time, there were TWO choices: Drunken Mahi or a Mahi plate.
After I got the mahi plate, I figured out it was the exact same thing as the Drunken Mahi, only it was all separated on a plate instead of in a bowl.
That Edmond is very clever.
Before we knew it, we were headed home. The trip came and went pretty quickly, but we accomplished what we had come to do. We looked at 4 houses and satisfied the ever-nagging question: Do we want to buy a house on Guana?
You’ll have to stay tuned for the answer.