last night

            Some time yesterday I had been bitten by ants, didn't think anything of it. My feet and ankles began to swell and I had some trouble breathing. We went to the store and got some antihistamine. This seemed to work. Some time during the night I was walking home by my self from, I guess, a bar. As I walked, I felt that my ankle was burning. I reached down to scratch and I ended up tearing a hand full of flesh from the bone, I had never experienced anything quite like this. I sat down and held the exposed ankle with both hands trying to contain the bleeding. I wished my friends and family were here. As I sat slipping into a state of shock, an islander came to me , I thought, to help me. He asked me my name and where I was from. The next thing I remember I had been offered a job to cook on boats that were visiting, paying me good money to make sure everyone was having a great time. As I was negotiating my pay, a rooster started to crow. I thought for a minute that I recognized that rooster, he was making quite a ruckus. I wanted to throw a rock at him. I could not concentrate on what they said the agreement was. Shut the fuck up I yelled as I sat up in my bed in this dark room awaken again by that mother fucking rooster
            Today is our last day in Tortola BVI, we made no plans except to go to our favorite beach to snorkel and lay in the sun. We did just that then had lunch from a little bar shack down a piece from where we were set up. We were at that beach from about ten am to four thirty pm. That's almost a full work day.

Happy Hour

feeling we had enough we headed back to get cleaned up for dinner. We had a cocktail or to and loaded into the car and headed for Cruzin, a great little restaurant road side. We ordered apps and entrees. My sister said I wasn't allowed dessert tonight. I said fine but that she had to go to the Bomba Shack after. She agree and I stuck to the deal. I don't know what the apps were that we ordered, but they were killer. I ordered my usual Caesar salad and the entree was a stuffed pepper.

My friend had a mushroom pizza



My sister had the Creole Mahi

My brother in law had the local lobster, his meal came out several minutes after ours, we could hear them out behind the kitchen beating the shit outta that poor lobster. I didn't get a picture but he said it was very good. At this point dinner was over. I held to the bargain. We now had to head to the bomba shack. They are known throughout the BVI for their Bomba Punch.

we went in to the sandy floored joint and asked the girl behind the bar for a round of bomba punches. She smiled big and said "good good" she took a container from under the bamboo bar and poured a little into each glass then she added 151 rum topped with fruit juice. My friend asked what that was she put in the drink, she said rum and juice, my friend said "the first stuff you put in" and the girl just smiled and said " you feel good, you feel good". She was right. As I stood in amazement by this place I noticed that there was nothing but panties hanging from the ceiling. This was the perfect end to an awesome retreat. We made it home, everyone got them selves organized for the full day of travel tomorrow. I'm counting on that fucking rooster to make sure I'm up in time. See you tomorrow USA.