Wow, what a
weekend! Hilary and I took off on a
crazy adventure to find a beautiful beach. We were in an area
where they did not speak a word of English and I felt completely lost and
totally reliant on Hilary. It was
overwhelming. I loved hearing the
Spanish, but I felt completely helpless.
Everyone in Europe--that I needed to communicate with--spoke German,
Italian, or English. At one point in
the adventure, a gentleman got on the bus, gave the driver a CD, and provided
an hour of entertainment for us--complete with singing and dancing. I wish I would have taken a few
pictures. He was great! We were there with the strangely familiar
brittish young man, the tatooed Canadian, and the Brittish couple. We also all ended up at the same hostel that
night.
We had a pretty cool
little hotel. The owner was
Israeli--German-Belizian. Quite an
interesting mix! The hotel had Wifi, but
only in the hall, so Hilary went out in the hall and I decided to flip through
the stations… guess what I found--Pride and Prejudice. Yes, I watched it. Actually, it put me to sleep. I woke up to a man walking into our room and
Hilary wasn't there. I freaked out, even
though the man left. He was super nice,
and so sorry that he walked into the wrong room. I partially freaked out that Hilary wasn't
there. I ran into the hall, and found her skyping, and said, "Oh good…
you're alive." I then gave her the
keys and locked myself in the hotel room.
We got there and were overwhelmed by everyone
wanting us to go on their boat. The
captain actually let us ride on top, with the crew. It was AWESOME! The water was super choppy. They gave us life jackets and said that we
only had to wear them in the dock, but the boat was rocking so much that I just
left it on the entire ride. The waves
were coming over the top of the boat, and the entire boat was tilting. We were totally save, but it was quite the
adventure. It was WAY FUN! The crew was super nice--they pulled out some
coca cola and we all had some. After two
hours, the water calmed down a bit, and I fell asleep in the sun. I got just a little bit of sun, but my face
turns super red for a little bit, so it looked a lot worse than it is. Later in the afternoon, they warned us that
it was going to rain. The third girl
that we met in the cab went down under, but Hilary and I stayed up top for the
ride. I was actually cold, and enjoyed
it as best I could. It poured for about 15 minutes, and then it was
fine. We watched dolphins jumping behind
the boat, and then we saw fish jumping in the wake. We also passed a lot of remote cayes along
the way--it was amazing to see! We would
have missed all of it if we were down in the hull without any windows. Hilary went and changed into dry clothing,
but my back pack was already wet, so I didn't have anything dry to change
into. We were standing on the dock when I saw the storm getting closer and
closer. It hit just as we got off. We started running across the dock, which was
missing boards, and looked like it was going to fall apart any day. Downpour.
Beautiful downpour. Hilary was super annoyed because she had just
changed into dry clothing and her shorts were yellow and quickly became see
through. We started running to the bus,
and people commented on how we were in the rain. It was super funny until one guy yelled out,
"Wet t-shirt contest!" I
turned to laugh at Hilary and her shorts when I realized that, although my
shirt was blue, it was still sheer, and you could see my red bra. I was so embarrassed. We got to the bus
station, and I ran into the bathroom and changed my shirt into another wet, but
opaque and black t-shirt. I felt fine
about it until some guy came up to me and said, "ahh, wet t-shirt
girl." Hilary just laughed at
me.
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