|Calm morning in French Key Harbour|
That’s right, we spent the last 5 days on Fantasy Island. Unfortunately, it was not that Fantasy Island. Maybe sometime in the past, Ricardo Montalban and Tattoo wandered around making dreams come true, but by the looks of things, nobody has done any work on the Fantasy Island Resort in Roatan since about the same time the eponymous TV show was cancelled. Which is too bad, since the resort is situated in a pretty fantastic place. It is on a 21 acre island, with two beautiful beaches protected by a fringing coral reef, a dive operation on site, a marina, and a wildlife park/zoo of sorts. If someone actually put some effort into it, it would be an amazing place.
For marina guests, though, since we didn’t have to avail ourselves of the run down facilities, and could just use the beaches and enjoy the wildlife, it was still pretty good. The Fantasy Island marina is sort of the focal point for the very active cruiser’s community that calls French Key Harbour on Roatan their winter home. A lot of folks come over from the Rio Dulce in Guatemala to spend the winter here, after spending hurricane season up the protected Rio.
|Sunrise over Fantasy Island|
We were definitely an anomaly in the main demographic though. On the night we went to the potluck, as we were coming in, one of the guests took a look at our family and exclaimed “Look, kids!” She said it the same way you might say, “Look, aliens!” We really haven’t had much luck seeing other kid boats on this trip. It is a good thing we have three of them, and they can keep each other company.
|Cruiser's out for dinner.|
|One of the locals, Fantasy Island.|
Then, I got to pulling apart the plumbing. It turns out there is a sort of tri-leaflet valve downstream of the pump that was blocked with a mixture of seawater and… well, you know, the stuff that flows through a toilet pipe. Once I figured out how to remove the valve and clean it, the toilet is back to full working order. I think what actually happened is that the toilet was sitting long enough without being used while we were in the marina (when we were using the on-shore toilets), that things just sort of hardened up, and eventually obstructed the outflow. Anyway, after a long sweaty fight with the toilet, followed by a very long swim and a shower once it was fixed, all is now well. It is often said that boats that are used have less go wrong with them than boats that sit, and I think this is a good example of why that is.
|For you cardiac surgeons out there, think heavily calcified aortic sclerosis. For everyone else, just think "yuck". (I used my phone camera to look in the pipe and take this picture before committing to taking it all apart).|
|I think Katie is driving the dinghy here, but I note that no one is actually steering in this picture.|
|New growth, old ship.|
|Flying above the wreck.|