Island #3

Topic of the Day: Bahamas!

This island was the most painful beach I have ever visited. My family travels a lot too, so I think I would know. Not only was it the smallest island ever - filled with tourists who steal things (ie. my camera bag) but instead of sandy beaches, there were rocks.

Sharp rocks at that. And if thats not bad enough, if you somehow survive the rocks and get into deep water - you have to watch where you step. Why? Because there are freakin black lobsters with pincers! Also this island was where my sister and I came to the realization of who is more important in our dad's eyes. Although we knew it all along we just denied it to ourselves, lol.
 

Doesn't this island just look teeny tiny?

So anyways. My dad had gotten some snorkeling gear. This was a first for me, snorkeling. And I sucked at it. I had a small life jacket on, that was actually clean this time, but you had to fill it with air yourself. So my life jacket was kinda pathetically filled with air. Cause I got tired of blowing. But it kept most of me afloat. My snorkeling tube was kind of short too. So every time I slightly dunked my head underwater, the tube would fill up with salt water and I'd drink it. Literally. I was chugging down sea water so fast and I couldn't even stop myself because hello I was trying to breathe here!

That was the ferry that took us around.

So, my dad had gotten us this huge blue floaty bed. And expected all 3 of us siblings to just sit on it. Fun. Except not. It was embarrassing too. My feet accidentally hit some guy in the head and kept hitting him in the head and I had no control over it because my dad was pushing the bed from the back. I wanted to drown myself from embarassment.

 

My brother and I are on the tall side, he's 5'9 and I'm 5'8 (and still growing!) so for us we had to go pretty deep into the water before we couldn't stand in it anymore. Well papa bear (who is slightly more on the petite side) would freak out when we would stand in the water. My sister and I (bored from sitting) got off the floaty bed and splashed around looking for fish. The bed starts floating farther away from shore, papa bear sees this, apparently doesn't notice that only one "kid" is left sitting on top, grabs the floaty bed and yanks it to shore. Me and my sister watch our dad save our 24 year old bro's life from - a wave maybe.

 

We started counting the minutes. "I wonder when he'll notice we're missing?" my sister said. We heard our dad scolding our brother. Why didn't he yell that the floaty bed was floating away? He doesn't know how to swim, what would he do? (Us girls dont know how to swim either fyi). Mama notices us, gives papa bear the heads up and then he realizes he left his 13 and 20 year old (THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DROWNING THIS WHOLE TIME) in the ocean. He yells at us to come to shore and that's that. It is what it is.

The doomed "floaty bed".

 

That life jacket was throwing me off balance.