Thanksgiving Abroad...Concluded

To finish up about Jamaica...



After leaving the waterfalls we were taken to "the most exclusive" beach club in Jamiaca. If the definition of exclusive means a desolate area that most people don't venture in to just down the beach from a really shady boat dock where rastafari's offer you "special shells", then yes, it was definitely the most exclusive. We did get to eat some pretty good jerk chicken and watch traditional Jamaican dancing. The downside...it was raining. We then got on to a freexing cold tour bus for a two hour ride back to the ship. Fantastic! (Yes, I'm still coughing and sickly from this experience)



Day Five:



Grand Cayman. I am a fan of Grand Cayman from my past journeys there. What I learned is that if you have already seen something and had the most fun you could imagine, the second time will probably not be as good. We went to the turtle farm, Hell (lots of rock formations where no vegetation grows), and to swim with the Stingrays. It was hot for the first half of the day, which was a good change. Of course when we boarded the boat to Stingray Island it began raining...again...and didn't stop. There was turtle soup for sale everywhere, apparently what they eat on Thanksgiving rather than turkey. I passed and had dry turkey with giblets all over it for dinner on the ship. Yuck! That's all I have to say about that.



Day Six:



Cozumel, Mexico. I woke up sneezing, coughing, and blowing my nose so as you can imagine I was excited about spending another day of thunderstorms on a boat and beach. How could I not be excited though, this was our last day at a port of call. I packed my snorkel equipment, beach towel, sweater and rain coat that I bought in Grand Cayman and was ready to go. This was booze cruise day. Myself, Heather, Timeka, and Becky boarded the triple decker Fiesta Party Boat at 10 AM. They immediately helped themselves to the all-inclusive bar. I went to the third deck of the boat where it was not yet raining, and went to sleep for a bit. When I woke up, I still felt horrible, but went to the first deck where the party had begun. My friends along with many others were in a Congo line singing Hot, Hot, Hot (about the 48th time I had heard this song at this point) and taking shots out of the bottle. I decided I would just observe. We got to the beach which was beautiful and I was able to snorkel for about 10 minutes before the rain started. Since my friends had been boozing it up the rain did not bother them and they stayed on the beach. I snuck off and found the heated, covered, adult pool. After the rain wouldn't stop we all boarded the boat once again. By this time most people were having problems standing when the boat was docked, so you can imagine the fun once the boat started moving through the rough sea cause by the storm. This was my first experience not drinking on a booze cruise and I must say it was pretty delightful. I got to enjoy watching everyone else. They all went back to our ship after the boat docked and I hit the stores at the pier. After I got back on the boat I took Nyquil (at 4pm) and slept till' the next morning.



Day Seven:



Our last fun day at sea. Even after all of my rest, I still felt like crap. Since I was in an interior stateroom I could not tell what the weather was doing. I foolishly put on my swimsuit thinking I would lay out on the deck all day. Silly Terra! It was only sixty degrees and raining. So, I put on my Aggie T-shirt and Sweatshirt and parked myself in the Sports Bar and wathed college football all day. I really enjoyed this.



Day Eight:



Finally home to my hubby! I carried all three of my suitcases down eight flights of stairs and was one of the first people off the blasted ship. I was so excited to be home. Matt was not excited that I brought the Jamaican "funk" home with me that he would catch a few short days after. We are both begining to feel better now.


The End!!!