Friday, May 05, 2006
Yup, the boys were doing all the cooking. We girls were designated dishwashers. Because we forgot to bring the dishwashingmachine, as Tin would say.
There was an abundance of alcohol, and during the late afternoons the boys will fill the cooler with beer and head off into the water. The tide becomes incredibly low at around 4 PM, so we'd find a nook of corals to sit on. Sort of like a watering hole. After dinner, we'd mix some vodka and juice or just gulp down some red wine while playing poker. We didn't have poker chips and we didn't want to play with real money either. So we just collected shells and used them for betting. It was quite funny to hear, really.
Another mode of entertainment would be the hermit crabs the other guys would collect. They found that if it crawled over peeling skin, the crab would nibble it off. Gross but ticklish. And one of the guys managed to catch a sea urchin. He placed it in a glass of sea water. Then completely forgot about it as it baked in the sun. Net, the creature died (poor thing).
On the last day we went snorkling. So now my back is burned. Well, like I wasn't burned to begin with anyway.
Then we had to leave. I hate leaving. I hate missing good things. But then you need to, else their value would be lost.
I shall look forward to seeing the sea again. Before the summer is over.
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