[NB: ALL OF THE LINKS ARE DIRECT LINKS TO PICTURES (on Photobucket, so it is far easier to navigate through them than previously linked pictures). I ENCOURAGE YOU TO OPEN THEM, BUT IN A SEPARATE WINDOW. ALL OF THEM WERE TAKEN BY ME DURING THE TRIP.]
The next morning, we were treated to breakfast, including bread that Shell baked himself! Imagine that man is a baker and a cook! (He cooked the soup we had eaten yesterday).
You really have to wonder at the kindness of strangers.
After spending a few hours lounging around the house, we were taken back to Crowne Point beach by Shell, this time for a ride on one of the glass bottom boats. On our way to the beach the day before, we had gotten an offer from one of the locals to go on a ride. We had returned to make good on the offer.
The ride must have been the highlight of our weekend.
Even before going on the boat, I had to take pictures of the water, which was gorgeous. It got even better as we got onto the boat.
We were taken on a 2 hour tour by the Captain of the boat, and his first mate, Speedy.
The first stop was to go snorkeling, which I had to take advantage of. Jesus fuck! Snorkeling is hard! That hose thing never manages to stay completely above water, so it acts more like a funnel for the sea water to go directly into your mouth than a proper breathing apparatus. There’s a picture of me, struggling for air before putting the snorkeling mouth piece back in my mouth; Krys is right there in front of me.
Still, it was nice. The captain took us out into the water to show us where the fish were and tell us their names, though I forget them all the second the breath died on his lips.
Oh! Did I mention how shallow the water was? We were so far from land, yet the water was quite shallow, reaching you only chest high in some places.
There was even an island in the middle of the fucking sea. An island only a few hundred yards big. There were a few people on it, trying to engage in some sort of water sport.
There were a lot of people engaging in water sports, actually. I tried to get good pictures of them as the zipped by, showing off in the water.
And finally, Shell’s nephew, who came along with us, snapped a picture of a lot of nothing, while we were snorkeling. But in the corner of the picture, he captured a GOD. OH HOLY MARY OF FUCK. This man is gorgeous. I remember seeing him on the boat, and thought to myself that he was pretty alright looking, but was too concerned with snapping pictures to pay him much heed, especially since he did not seem to be particularly bothered by me. Apparently, he looks SUPER HOT in snorkeling gear.
I did not know this. I did not know this until the next day, filing through my 145 pictures taken, that I saw him in the corner of one of the pictures. My jaw dropped. If the picture were sharper, he would have been my desktop. Fuck the sunset. Fuck the coconut trees. And the way his lips wrap around that… *censored thoughts*
Goddamn! Why am I celibate again? Honestly, I can feel myself getting wet, right now.
Anyway, I digress.
Goddamn, I’m horny. I can’t write any more. I just wrote all 5 fucking entries in one fucking session.
Umm… so the boat ride ended, and we returned home on schedule.
I talk about anything else later… I gotta go… do something…
