I don't think I will ever travel with a big ol' group of single females again. And I was hardly by myself anyways. Someone was always willing to show me around and alla that. The natives would ride the bus with me and show me around town and what not. Right from the first day, so I was cool.
So what did I do?
Remember how Tom Hanks was screaming, "Wilson! Wilson!" when the ball floated away? I know fo' sho that I would have been hollering like that if my damn wig flew off in the fuggin' Atlantic Ocean.
I didn't make that up either. That's the name of the wig I was wearing. You know how these wigs got names on the packages for the styles. Haha. The thought of losing my wig was making me nervous so I took my sunglasses and wore them on the outside of my hair to hold it down. It worked thank goodness. Now I was ready to enjoy the damn wave runner. After a while, the guy actually let me drive it and it was fun. I think he was trying to be up on my booty but I was off the thing in fifteen minutes so that shyt was cut short. When I go back there I will just take the wig off (or bring a back up wig) so I won't sweat getting my hair wet. I wanna take that thing to the limit next time! Without someone on my azz. LOL.
I sang some songs at karaoke too.
"Love is a battefield!"
I have now made my international mark in karaoke singing. Who knew?
Pictures? I hate taking pictures. I brought the camera and it was acting up so I have a few island shots that I will post later if I get around to it. Don't hold your breath though.
I think I'm going back this year. Seriously. I will stay like ten days this time. If I have a sweetie by then maybe he can come along, but if not...I will ride solo.