Jump, Jump!

I slept really well once it cooled down. Seems I was the only one who did, as the truck parties kept everyone else awake all night. I've realised I've developed a talent for sleeping through everything from snoring to earth moving apocalypses. I think it could prove useful.

All 4 Dragoman trucks are down for a boat cruise so we head down to the harbour, sign a roster and pile onto a boat. We then all pile off the boat because it's the wrong boat! We cross our names off the roster, sign another roster and pile onto a different boat. Wahey! We motor over to some beautiful idyllic bays where we dived off for a swim in the clear blue sea. Man, I f*cking love jumping off boats. Well I just love jumping full stop! It all culminated in some impromptu competitive dive bombing. There was diving, jumping, horses, belly flops, somersaults, back flips and of course, dive bombing! All the while we were being cheered on by bikini clad babes on and off our party boat. Awesome!

One of my truck associates, a Canadian girl called Isabella thinks I'm a comic genius. Or is that a Colonic Penis? Anyway I get my own entry on Isabella's Blog. Fame at last!

Rich and I help the other truck carry their Eski of ice & beers back to camp and help them drink the contents. (It's the reward see, we're not stupid!) Then it's back out to town after dinner for Caprihinias off the street stalls. Fruity ones, creamy ones, vodka ones and local ones - I try them all! All whilst watching public displays of Capoeira - Brazilian Martial Arts. As it's all poncy dancing I figure it'd be much better if they actually made contact!

I note that all girls have a rude and double entendre side once they've drunk enough. No, really! Bed for 02:00.

Posted by Steve Eynon