30.06.2017 - 09.07.2017
Obviously, I am a little behind on the travel blog. We did a lot of travelling over the summer, but life got in the way and the photos have stayed buried in my camera and the stories have stayed buried in my memory. It’s time to get them out of there!
As we have done for many years, we made a trip to Guana Cay in Abaco for the week of July 4th. What can I tell you about Abaco that I haven’t already? How many more photos of deliciously clear water can I show?
Besides, it’s been almost 3 months. I have no idea what we did.
Rather than a play-by-play that will leave you knowing every meal I ate and what time I brushed my teeth each morning, I’m simply going to share my favorite stories from this trip.
Doom, Despair, and Agony on Me….the Cheeseburger in Paradise Party
We arrived at the airport early Friday morning, with every intention of getting to the boat and making the hour-plus boat ride to Fiddle Cay in time for the 2017 cheeseburger party. This was an optimistic goal, and one that, in hindsight, we should have crossed off our list.
First, let me make it clear that this IS NOT the same party that we have attended in years past…AND LOVED.
THAT party was the Stranded Naked Cheeseburger Party, hosted by Bob and Pat Henderson. We enjoyed it immensely every year that we attended.
Bob and Pat had to take a hiatus from the Cheeseburger Party due to several difficult family events and, without their blessing, another group started the “Cheeseburger in Paradise Party” on the same date and on the same deserted cay. Our gut instinct was to avoid the new party and find something else to do, but we were travelling with friends and they really wanted to go.
We should have stuck with our gut. I found the event less awe-inspiring than in years past.
We managed to arrive around 1:00 p.m. and found a very different atmosphere than we were used to. It was apparent that large crowds from Nassau and other non-Abaco places were present and they definitely changed the feel of the event.
Too many jet-skis with careless drivers zoomed recklessly between carefully anchored boats, causing them to rock and crash into each other as the repeated wake hit. A hover boat kept zipping past people trying to relax in the shallow water. Small boats that barely looked seaworthy floated in, loaded with about 5 times the number of bodies that could safely be aboard. Too many deafening speaker systems, thongs stretched far past their maximum usefulness, and guys with grabby hands.
Nonetheless, it was a beautiful day and we were in a beautiful spot – might as well enjoy what we could.
We entertained ourselves by dragging out the Inflata-Bull and dragging it around. It wasn’t until about halfway through the day that I realized exactly why Matt wanted to be in charge of the Inflata-Bull.
I’m a little slow.
The day was going fine until I realized the pool float my camera (yes….THE camera) was being pulled around on was getting splashed excessively and that my camera was sitting in an inch of water.
This is the last photo that camera ever took.
It would be vacation by iPhone at this point.
So far, I had made the bad decision to even come to the Cheeseburger Party and the bad decision to think a float in the ocean was a safe place for a $4,500 camera. I decided to make it 3 for 3 and agreed to sleep on the boat that night, despite how it went the last time.
I thought we had remedied all the issues we encountered the last time we tried to sleep aboard:
• We now had a power cord long enough to reach the dock which gave us a/c and allowed us to use the bathroom;
• We had the center cushion that actually allowed the seating and table in the cabin to be turned into a bed; and
• I was not dying of the Bubonic Plague.
Apparently, I had been misinformed.
While we had a power cord, the a/c on the boat didn’t actually WORK. Likewise, Matt proceeded to inform me that something was wrong with the flushing on the toilet so I couldn’t use that either.
This would have been fine had the dock we chose for the night ACTUALLY HAD A BATHROOM. Quite the opposite…it was located in the middle of nowhere and had no facilities of any kind. It was more “dock with electricity” than marina.
I went to bed and hoped for the best.
Much like my “hope for the best” with the Cheeseburger Party, the best was not meant to be.
I woke up at 3:00 a.m. and HAD TO GO.
It was not #1.
We were on a remote stretch of Green Turtle Cay, so I made the decision to try to walk into “town” and see if there was any sort of park building or other public facility where I might find a bathroom.
The walk was excruciatingly long and dark. Like dark dark.
I walked around town and exhausted every possibility.
There was no bathroom.
I was sweaty and desperate.
I walked back to the remote dock and did the only thing I could do. …I had to hang my happy a$$ of a dock ladder and go in the ocean.
It was horrific and humiliating.
I feel very sorry for the turtles and fish.
At least it was dark dark.
Social Media vs. Reality: My true confession
I am sharing this photo to illustrate the difference in the version of our life we wish to portray through social media and the reality of our life.
The moment I was trying to portray…a peaceful, solitary morning on the beach.
The actual moment…I sit and stare at the ocean unaware that my dog has chosen that exact moment to take a crap behind me.
The hard truth: My life is less about peaceful moments on the beach and more about picking up crap.
I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.
How do you know if someone REALLY loves you? I mean really, really, really loves you?
They’ll pee on you if you ask them to.
Unfortunately, after getting a jellyfish wrapped around my upper thigh on Treasure Sands’ beach and enduring Matt’s hot urine on my leg, I discovered that whole “jellyfish and pee thing” is a myth.
Now my leg hurt and I was covered in pee.
Don’t worry, I was able to effectively drown my sorrows with pink drinks.
Meanwhile, back at Nippers…..
It was a great summer week, filled with all of the best things….good friends, my sweet dogs, lots of boat drinks, endless sunshine, and all the fried things.
Until next time Abaco!!