We had to get to Dana's boat early to clean the propellers so we headed out at 8:30, arriving around 9:00. Being the gentleman that I am I didn't hog all the fun and allowed Sandra to swim under the boat with a putty knife and cut up her back on the barnacles.
Everything was set, one scratched up German back aboard the boat and we were ready to go. Or where we? "Where is ??????" a local who is always late. We waited. We sat. We waited some more. Finally about an hour and half later she showed up, stumbled onto the boat and passed out drunk on a bed at 10:30 in the morning.
The others were exercising charm. One guy had on a shirt that said "Dad's against Daughters Dating Democrats." A sure conversation starter in a very liberal part of the world. We discussed the idiots fielded by the Republican party, the shirt wearer sat mute. Kerstin mentioned that she was from from Germany and mentioned the town. One guy piped up, "Yeah, we bombed the shit out of that town." Kerstin and I looked at each other, Sandra raised one eyebrow. I said, "Was Canada in the fucking war?" "Well.." "And I don't think these girls were as bombed as the passengers on this boat."
The girls laid down on the deck trampoline, Kerstin wearing her perpetual grin and Sandra wearing a swimming suit and a rash. A couple hours later we pulled up to the resort called by one "Monkey Skull Fuck" named after a monkey that is the spawn of Satan. The bands played, people sang off key, the girls went snorkeling, disappearing around the bend. People wandered up the hill in search of god knows what, otoy soup, alchohol, hallucinogenic mushrooms, the monkey.
The girls and I took a short hike up the hill, where they photographed innumerable orb spiders and some blue frogs.
Everything was set, one scratched up German back aboard the boat and we were ready to go. Or where we? "Where is ??????" a local who is always late. We waited. We sat. We waited some more. Finally about an hour and half later she showed up, stumbled onto the boat and passed out drunk on a bed at 10:30 in the morning.
The others were exercising charm. One guy had on a shirt that said "Dad's against Daughters Dating Democrats." A sure conversation starter in a very liberal part of the world. We discussed the idiots fielded by the Republican party, the shirt wearer sat mute. Kerstin mentioned that she was from from Germany and mentioned the town. One guy piped up, "Yeah, we bombed the shit out of that town." Kerstin and I looked at each other, Sandra raised one eyebrow. I said, "Was Canada in the fucking war?" "Well.." "And I don't think these girls were as bombed as the passengers on this boat."
The girls laid down on the deck trampoline, Kerstin wearing her perpetual grin and Sandra wearing a swimming suit and a rash. A couple hours later we pulled up to the resort called by one "Monkey Skull Fuck" named after a monkey that is the spawn of Satan. The bands played, people sang off key, the girls went snorkeling, disappearing around the bend. People wandered up the hill in search of god knows what, otoy soup, alchohol, hallucinogenic mushrooms, the monkey.
The girls and I took a short hike up the hill, where they photographed innumerable orb spiders and some blue frogs.
Random slurred conversations filled the air, time passed. We walked back to the bodega ready to board the water taxi. As one woman prattled another walked up, the lush pulled down her top and the other woman gave her nipple a tweak, I glanced away to the commotion of a group of people falling in the water off the dock which had collapsed after a post gave way. Yup, April Fools day in Paradise, time to get the hell out of here.
As we waited for our water taxi, Topo showed up and scampered down the dock. Kids chased him he ran off but curiosity got the best of him and he returned.
Finding nothing that he could rape he hopped down the rocks on the seashore. We grabbed a water taxi and zoomed back to town. I told the driver my boat was in the marina, so the driver started to go into the marina. Actually my boat was moored outside the marina and we had a little bit of difficulty locating it. Off to town, a few drinks and back to the house.
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