First off, seems my bro has taken a liking to that cheerleader I mentioned earlier and bought her a drink in a glowing cup at the bar and then actually wheeled her back to her room last night. He's pretty lacking in the wooing skills...I must have sucked the well dry so there is none left for my younger siblings.
St. Maarten was really awesome...I got to sail on a 1986 America's Cup yacht. I was the main grinder, which is basically a way of glorifying a job where you turn a crank when the captain tells you to. It was fun and a workout; some fat British guy who was in a group of four primary grinders (smaller crank, more guys) and he just stopped and started wheezing and I was pretty sure he was going to fall into the water, which would have been awesome because I think the loss of that weight would have put us ahead of the other boat we were racing. As a result of the crew's lack of commitment, we lost by about a boat length. It was chill because it turned into a booze cruise back into the bay...even the captain knocked down a few Miller Lites after saying something about how he hasn't won a race in twelve years.
Today in Antigua we had to fight our way through street vendors immediately upon exiting the boat. We eventually made it to the beach where a bunch of friendly locals sold us some really cool paintings AND rented us jet skis. These islanders really have the tourist trade mastered. I got a little cocky on my SeaDoo and almost went sailing into the ocean when I tried and aerial 180 off of a wave crest; I didn't fall off but I'm pretty sure I threw out my back. Antigua is probably the most "Caribbean" of the islands we have been to; that is, its what you imagine the Caribbean to look like from all the pictures and movies. Palm trees, crystal waters, and dreadlocked locals smoking dutch and chilling on the beach. Apparently flying to Antigua isn't that expensive either...Spring Break 2006 anyone?
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