Thursday March 9th (a.k.a. F*CK ME IN THE @SS DAY):
Deep sea fishing my ass. We were 10 miles from shore in 8 – 10 foot swells! There were 7 tourists on board. 4 Frenchmen, Mike, Craig and I. French man number one was the first to puke. Then Craig took a trip to the hull to use the washroom! Then Mike yacked over the side of the boat. All this time I was praying to every God in the book to let me make it. I did not want to puke and I held on pretty well. To quote Mike "I looked over after throwing up and thought 'Damn, Andrew the rock over there doesn't even seem phased'"…yeah Mike, that's because I was using every ounce of my strength to keep the bacon an eggs I just ate for breakfast from projecting all over you and the rest of the boat!
That was a waste of time, because sure enough it happened…I stood up, launched myself through the french guys and nearly went over the back of the boat as we hit a wave and I puked all over my hand while defacing the name of the boat which was painted on the stern. Then another Frenchman let her rip, I know this not because I saw him do it, but because I know he was on the verge and after sitting at the back of the boat and power heaving the second time, I looked over at the Frenchies and he was laid out cold on the floor of the boat! Oh, and since we all puked more then once I need to tell you about how furious Mike was that Craig was hogging the washroom. I'm not sure why, but Mike didn't want to puke overboard again and insisted on going into the hull of the boat. One of the deck-hands, knowing Craig was in the washroom, and seeing that Mike was about to heave again followed him to the hull. Moments later I hear a commotion of "NO NO NO" and then about 5 minutes later Mike stumbles back outside and I found out later that he puked in the sink as the deck-hand yelled at him for doing so! Craig informed both Mike and I later that his episode was so violent that he actually ripped the toilet seat clean off the toilet. HAHA, needless to say nobody caught a thing but oh what a story!
The rest of the day was a write-off. At night Craig was out of commission, but Mike and I dragged our asses out of bed and hit the bar at Riu Taino and met up with Aron and Ilia for some drinks before taking a cab to a neighboring resort to hit a bar there called "Mangu". This place was busy but MESSED UP. Why!? Well, there were at least 4 cross-dressers there and 1 very LARGE dominican man dancing on stage wearing a moo-moo with his side-kick "The Midget" (he was actually a midget) wearing a small moo-moo and a "Cat In The Hat" type top-hat that was as tall as he was and covered in sequence. WIERD shit, but a fun night there nonetheless.
Cheers!
Andrew
