Here I am relaxing, just before all hell (or something like it) broke loose.  Shortly before this photo was taken Sivo had noticed a change as we motored up to a mooring at a snorkeling spot, and an examination revealed that the port propeller had dropped off.  The charter company has all sorts of help available throughout the islands, and we were able to contact them with the radio for a rendezvous at our next anchorage.  In no time at all a speedboat with a diver and propeller aboard zoomed up, and they were able to quickly replace the prop.  We had been noticing for a couple of days strange (but familiar) smells emanating from the portside head.  Sivo mentioned this problem to the two guys on the speedboat (unfortunately), and they said the holding tank drain was probably clogged and that they could fix that real quick by pressurizing the tank with their scuba tank.  I went below to open the outlet valve to the tank, where the clog was sure to be.  It was stationed in a compartment (with Sivo's shoes) next to the head.  I should have been a little leery when they said to be sure the toilet seat was down.  I opened the valve (I thought) and yelled up to the deck, "Okay!"