Day 2
The sun shone with a beautiful glow. A great way to wake up in the morning. After getting ready we rode the bus to the location of the boat that would take us to the snorkeling site. You don't need coffee in Puerto Vallarta, just take the bus.
We passed by some sort of government / embassy building and noticed that they had soldiers positioned there, holding some sort of automatic guns, not something you see everyday.
We were told the trip would start at 10am, we arrived at roughly 9:30am and walked around to pass the time. While there we took pictures with what I assume is some sort of Gigantic Sea Cow. The pictures weren't free, they take the picture and when you get back from the trip they'll sell it to you.
The boat didn't come until around 11am, so we sat around for an hour wondering if Manini had cheated us. When the boat finally came, there was a decent line-up to get on, I'd say around 30 people. The boat was large enough to hold all of us, the bathroom I was told, was disgusting.
The crew aboard the boat were all very friendly, and outgoing, too bad I can't say the same about the passengers who were mostly families. Being in an awkward situation we did what we could to make it less awkward, we abused the open bar. We started taking shots of tequila, and then we challenged the crew members to shots of tequila. They taught us some chant to say before we drank. I don't remember the chant, it went something like [hold the shot high] 'Arriba!' [hold it down] 'some weird chant' [hold it outwards] 'Centro!' [hold it towards you] 'Amigo?' My memories shot. In fact parts of this whole day are shot from my memory.
Before we arrived at the snorkeling site they handed us the snorkeling gear. One of the crew members had a rubbermaid like bin with the gear, and a bucket of soapy water next to it. Take the gear, dump it in soapy water, pass it to whoever wants it. They need to ease up on their sanitation standards here in Mexico, they're a little too strict.
The water at the snorkeling site was horrible you could tell it was horrible by looking at it, it was green and murky. Not wanting to put the gross snorkeling tube in my mouth I half had it in before I got in the water. What a mistake. This was salt water mixed with manure. I felt like I had vomit in my mouth, someone else's vomit. Manini you punk! You cheated us! Good visibility? I couldn't see my feet! Tropical fishes? Rotting fishes maybe!
We waddled around for I think 15 minutes then got back on the boat. I somehow cut myself getting back on the boat and my foot was bleeding. Luckily I didn't get any infections. Back on the boat we drank some more. Julio was looking tipsy, and Will was more red then my foot. But man was I ever messed up. The boat stopped for lunch at some beach. As we got to the restaurant I remember petting a dog that looked like it was dying, I remember sitting down and tasting the food. Next thing I remember I was puking in the washroom. I felt bad as I left the washroom as there were kids waiting to use the bathroom.
I have no idea what happened for the next hour or so. I somehow ended up in some shade on the beach, next thing I know Julio hands me a busted open green coconut, and I drank the juice from it. The juice was nasty, it was warm. Then some more time passed by and I ended up in the water (keep in mind I can't swim). I remember everything from that point on but the previous 2 hours (or what I assume was 2 hours) I blanked out.
On the beach there was this guy sitting on a banana boat and he yelled: 'Hey Tequila Boys, get on, let's go!' Apparently the whole boat knew us as the Tequila Boys. It was weird that a shirtless man was telling us to get on a banana boat with him, but I was proud of the name that was given to us, the Tequila Boys. We started talking to a few people on the boat. Julio was talking to a girl with a zebra printed bikini and had a red shawl wrapped around her. Julio can't remember her name (HAR HAR) but her brother's name is Ebi. I don't remember much, but I remember Ebi's a good man, who swam with his shirt on, and his sister was pretty hot, HA HA Julio.
Back on the boat the crew continued their shenanigans. They came around with some alcoholic drink in a squirt bottle and a sombrero. Passengers took turns trying to drink as much as they could from the bottle. I ended up getting it all over my shirt. My poor salt water, sand splattered, alcohol drenched shirt.
Near the end of the trip the crew tried to get people to play another game, a couples game. No one wanted to play so they grabbed me and Shum. The game basically had the guy grabbing balloons and then popping it using their partner via hugging, sitting and doggy style thrusting. Luckily me and Shum had girls to pair up with. The whole time my partner kept telling me 'I don't want to do the last one.' So still drunk I suggested she thrust me. I'm such a moron.
I went first, popped the first two balloons with one go, and on the third my partner grabbed the balloon and doggy thrusted me. I'm such a tool. Shum and his partner went next. He had trouble doing the doggy trust, he couldn't pop the balloon after repeated thrusts, so a crew member "backed him" up. I think Shum wasn't thrusting properly, I think he just wanted to get a few in there, being the opportunistic person that he is. The last couple that went was Todd and Shannon, a couple attending USC in California (at least I think it's USC). They ended up having the fastest time, and they won a bottle of tequila.
We've been talking to Todd and Shannon throughout the trip and after we got off the boat they said they wanted to share the tequila with us, so we agreed to meet up for dinner.
We met up at Todd and Shannon's room at Fiesta Americana, where we took a couple shots of tequila and viewed some of their pictures, before heading to La Dolce Vita for dinner. Great restaurant, we had some pasta style dishes. I was talking to Todd about his side job, fixing BMW's and manufacturing carbon fiber stuff. While everyone else was talking politics, weird.
After dinner we headed to Hilo (pub/club) for more drinks. Shum somehow grew a set of balls the size of coconuts and went up to some random cute girl and asked her to dance. She was sitting at a table with her friends. Shum doesn't need a wingman, he just needs alcohol. We think the girl had a boyfriend, or what looked like a boyfriend, but he showed up after the dancing. Good way to get yourself killed Shum.
After drinking, we said our byes to Todd and Shannon, this was their last day in Puerto Vallarta, and we went back to our room. Despite the crappy snorkeling, the trip was worth $35 with the meals, open bar, and with meeting new people. Going on these tourism trips is probably the best way to meet new people. This was a great second day especially compared to the first.
If you're reading this Manini, you're lucky it was an open bar, if it wasn't for the open bar, we would've come tear you a new one.
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