Hail to the queen!

You may not want to think about it, but a marine head has a finite lifespan.  It ages slowly and escapes notice, then suddenly, without warning, it gives up the ghost.  And timing, of course, is everything.  We were crossing from Mykonos to Syros, not a very long haul, but that is where we found ourselves dealing with an extremely messy, extremely smelly…mess.  The plunger valve, which pushes waste out of the boat’ was frozen in place and there was no choice but to remove the entire pump.   Of course, the head had leaked backward so the bowl and entire system were simply full of…you guessed it.  You can imagine the stench (or maybe you can’t), but adding insult to injury was the heat of the day and enough rocking to really make you sick if the situation weren’t sickening enough.

Code was just green, fortunately I seem to have a stomach for dealing with bodily functions, so the bulk of the emptying, disassembling, and reassembling was mine to do.  Fun stuff.  Code was my handy plumbers assistant, tightening hoses and advising as needed, but I have to say I felt a huge sense of accomplishment in dealing with just about the dirtiest job on board you can imagine. 

Now I feel the porcelain throne is mine!