The Toilet Fiasco

​*Multiple days have been left out*
We start this post on Sunday the seventh when we went to a local café. We had our lunch but we also learned the history of the café from the owner. She told us about how she fought hard to turn a small Superbowl party into a popular restaurant on the island. She told us how she acquired a dock outside the building and basically anything we wanted to know. It was very interesting, though I think my parents were a bit more invested in the story than me.
On Friday the 12th we had some issues… we arrived in Staniel Cay the day before but that morning my mom walked into our guest room and was utterly repulsed. It smelled like sewage! We started working out the issue and determined one of our worst nightmares was the issue: the pipes were blocked. We would have to send someone down to unplug the pipes. My dad was the generous “volunteer”. We couldn’t find a plunger so we used a rolling pin (which we later threw away) and the actual plunger part of a plunger. I don’t know how else to explain it.
So after a little preparation my dad was sent down plunge the underside of our boat and swim away quickly before waste overtook him. Well that didn’t happen. I don’t know what went wrong but it didn’t work, so my parents continued to crack the case while I went back to school. They eventually got it working again while I was in my room (thankfully).
Afterwards a boat pulled up.
Do you know what that’s boat name was? Dragonfly! Do you know what they also had? They had an only child who just so happened to be a girl who was exactly two days older than me. Where have these people been?! On their way back from Thunderball Grotto they stopped by and invited us to join them and a second boat, Sandy Feet, to the yacht club for some drinks and food. We happily agreed.
We arrived at the yacht club and met up with everyone, I was introduced to the two girls from Sandy feet who were 11 and 14. (Where have these people been?!) After drinks were ordered everyone sat down at an outdoor table and enjoyed talking, but the kids didn’t stay long. The four of us set off for a tour around the island. We stopped at everywhere from grocery stores, to docks, laundromats, the airport which was only too easy to get onto the runway, and outside liquor stores.
After some struggles we found our way back to the yacht club where a partially melted virgin mango daiquiri was waiting for. I slurped it down quickly before we set off once again, but not as far as before. We walked out onto the rocks lining the dinghy landing and sat down, after some failed attempts at communication I pulled out my playing cards and taught them BS. By the end we dropped only two cards into the water and recovered them successfully (they are waterproof thankfully) and I won all but one of the four rounds.
I was getting hungry and so were the others so we headed back to the adults where one was missing to look for us. Oops. My parents already ate so we were preparing to go. The others left after I exchanged Instagram accounts with them. My mom and I ordered food to go but we all stayed longer to enjoy what would probably be our last time eating at a restaurant in the Bahamas. It was a great way to end the week, we got new friends and fixed a major boat issue before it could get out of hand.