The time has come to close your eyes and still the wind and rain.
|more to come||see above||not dead||cheese!|
|Off the starboard aft||15 minutes off the dock||in pretty much every direction|
|you know... in case||goes on forever||she kicked my ass. twice.||I happen to like neon. And cocktails.|
|I don't know what the hell these guys are doing.||At Cleopatra's Temple of Doom and Piano Bar.|
|the fishing village.||on our way to the jungle||srsly.||buses in the jungle.|
|and we're back!|| || || |
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still not as hot as mississippi
|Conga Line into the Pool Bar!||but with a swim-up bar!|
the people who work here make 2 pesos a week. I keeed!
but he made us rainbow tequila drinks and was our friend
|holy shit! get back to the boat!||pining for the fjords.|
Agent of COBRA? No. Our drink waiter.
|yup. still blue.|
This place is freaky as shit.
|A can of salmon|
just a HUGE PBR!
Do you have Prince Albert in a can?
|Our dinner companions.|