Old Bahama Bay Resort

We walked the property today, and it is a cute resort. The reef on the other side of the property is spectacular.The cute cottages along the north side.

The restaurant in front of our moorage.

The customs and immigration office.

These stickers of boats are all over anything they can be applied to.

Fresh Lobsters from Platinum and Gold.

Conch on the BBQ!

We thought this would be our first day of vacation, and then Murphy decided to pay us a visit.

While waiting for Juan’s evening arrival, we decided to back flush the three stateroom AC units to make sure they were working properly for when we had guests.

The result: only one of three worked after we flushed them. Not the outcome we were anticipating. We opened a can of worms: the main filter that feeds to all six AC units looked like an overstuffed aquarium. We would need to get the main line back flushed and this filter changed in Marsh Harbour, Abaco. We were not very happy that this had been overlooked when we were in Ft Lauderdale.

While Tom was down in the forward lazarette, he noticed that our 110v water pump was leaking at a ninety degree elbow. An hour or so later, we had this back to working order.

As the gullywasher started in the early evening, we decided to wrap things up. Tessa noticed a plastic-y smell in the forward lazarette. She had Tom go down to make sure everything was ok.

Then the water pressure stopped. Our first thought was that we blew a breaker (which happens when we have an AC unit or two running, the washing machine, and then the water heater kicks on and blows the breaker).

No breakers were flipped. Tom then noticed we were only getting half the power of what we should be from the dock. The bells went off. Tom had read that sometimes the power can be erratic at these resorts. In our thunderstorm the resort had lost power. Our 110v water pump overheated, and then shut off. Thank goodness it had a safety setting, not all pumps do.

We immediately started our generator, and once the water pump was cool enough, we were able to restart it. Crisis averted. Minutes before Juan arrived. It was cracked conch and rum punch time!

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