Friday, May 30, 2008

A Three Hour Tour...

...is what the advertisement had said. I met the skipper, he was a mighty sailing man, at the beach bar last night. He owned a small motorboat and often provided tours of the area during the off-season. "Big companies no work now, no mucho touristas" he had said.

The next morning I was excited about my adventure. I was curious why none of the other few guests were going. But the vessel was indeed small.

Then, imagine my surprise when the ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted, deserted isle. I checked my watch, only 30 minutes had passed. So why does the tour take 3 hours...?


7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Damn. I just got back from the D.R. I didn't see him but I swear I made out with his brother.

Anonymous said...

Where can I find him? Hurry I need some!

Anonymous said...

:)

Anonymous said...

Like everyone else, Im desperate............WHERE IS HE??

Sonny said...

If you ever lookin for a deckhand, just holla, I'll get my ass down there fuckin quick as!!!

Curio said...

Ok, please let me know where the sign up sheet is for the tour.

Chet said...

I would have to beat Ginger and Mary Ann down for the Capitan. Lost on a Island with him would be Paradise.