Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Recovery session
Sleep is amazing. I’m glad I got 3 hours this morning. Big shoulders Lawrence got the ball rolling at 8am to go and do an island tour by boat. With varying levels of enthusiasm and a few swearwords, we were on the boat on setting of. Even though I was crazy tired from the 2 day fiesta, I’m glad I got out of our crack den of a room.
Checking out one of the reefs. Teeming with fish and crazy looking coral.
Red frog beach - rock jumps, burger huts by the beach and crystal clear water to recharge the batteries.
Tour de Bocas
I slept for no more than an hour before I had 6 bright eyed possums on my bed excited about the days developments. “We’re a bike gang, we just hired a heap of lowrider bikes” “We doing to Tour de Bocas!” Before setting off we needed our Bocas continental breakfast - Beers and Caprihenia’s, jammed packed with nutrients - perfect way to start the day. The locals say the best way to see the island is by bike, so instead of laying in bed with a hangover, we were loose by 8am and set off along to coastline to Bluff Beach.
Arriving at Bluff we spent the day chilling - swimming crystal Caribbean waters, sipping on Caribbean rum and navigating the ‘Survivor Panama’ gear they had erected for the new series. Next to were we had set up camp, these amazing looking ladies were outstretched taking in some rays. Looking definitely like latino girls (who go mad over an Aussie accent), I got over there to see how things would pan out. Turns out they’re Israeli girls - sure why not. They spoke okay english and we chatted for a good 20mins, pretty stoked on each other. Realising we hadn’t actually exchanged names we went ahead. “My name’s Jamil...” to which on of the girls replied “Thats an Arabic name yes?”. Turns out they’re all Hebrew. The mood suddenly went cold. Game over.
We spit into teams for the last leg home - England V Australia. Stopping at a bar overlooking one of the beaching, we topped off energy levels and strategised. At this point a few bit of trash talking was going on - led by Taylor, I’ve never heard someone talk up and be so confident about his riding. Such emotion. Such passion. Pity he had a chain blowout 1km into the race. Luckily the rasta dude we hired bikes off was worried about us, and rode around the island to make sure we hadn’t gotten lost/ kidnapped/ sold the bikes for beers. Eventually getting back to the hostel, it was time to prep up for fiesta and do it all over again.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Wednesday at Aqua Lounge
With the temperature almost pushing 35 degrees, our only refuge was the Hotel Heike treehouse roof to watch the sun go down and treat ourselves to a bunch of cervezas, couple litres of caribbean rum, a litre of vodka and the sounds of Soulwax. Being a Wednesday night, Aqua Lounge was the destination for party girls and party boys, with free drinks for ladies being a drawcard for both sexes.
Well under the influence, we rounded up a handful of pretty ladies to come and dazzle on the DF for a ‘so you think you can dance’ like show down of epic proportions. To cool off from all the twirling and fist pumping action, there was a 2 story driving platform into the water, right in the middle of the bar. Perfect to take that special girl for a middnight swim. The memory is a little sketchy on this night - after we dominated the 'VIP' service with a couple bottles of vodka things once again stepped up. There was a fight club, a few girls, the Santa Cruz incident, Michael Phelps and some kitchen acrobatics. In the end, I’d score our efforts an 8/10 for this night.
