Shrimp...Again.
Wednesday The hotel room was heaven, seriously. The only thing wrong with it was that none of the snacks from the minibar were free and cost, $3 each.
We went to El Yunque rainforest, which was nearby. Though we went up the mountain mostly in the car, it was still a nice nature escape. We got out at one point at a hiking trail so we could get to this waterfall where we could bathe. I had climbed up these rocks at another waterfall and had banged my knee against a rock, so it was bruised and scraped, but it wasn't too bad. When we got to the little lagoon (the water was freezing), period explosion! Ugh, if you've ever suddenly gotten your period at a beach or lake, you'd know how uncomfortable it is. We rushed to the car, went about a mile looking for a bathroom, and by the time we got out of the rainforest, it was getting dark, so we couldn't do much else.
We stopped at Luquillo beach to "see" it. We didn't see the actual beach, but kinda stopped at this strip of kiosks and small restaurants. Seeing all the fried foods and stuff made me lose my appetite, especially since I don't know where these people get their water and everything. The place was kinda dirty, and anyways the only thing I could have eaten was fish, and I don't easily trust fish from random places. Dinner was Subway and Chinese takeout which we took back to the hotel.
Thursday We woke up late, even though we went to bed around 10. We wanted to go to a beach or something, but the day was like, wasted already, so we just hung out at the hotel. Dad and Ruth were by the pool and at the casino and stuff, Chi was playing basketball, and I spent several hours alone in the hotel room listening to music. I fell asleep at some point listening to David Bowie and when I woke up it was dark already. I figured I should leave my bubble and go outside for a bit, so I did. When I found my dad, he was at the pool bar having a beer, so he asked the bartender to get something for me. These people don't care how old you are as long as they can sell you alchohol, so the man gave me this fruit martini thing that was actually awesome, but strong as hell, so after two I could barely walk back up to the room. A booooring day..
Friday Thursday was the last night in that hotel, so we figured we'd find a hotel somewhere else. We'd heard of this island about an hour from the coast called Vieques, and another called Culebra which were supposed to have really nice beaches and be nice areas. It took about an hour or more to get tickets to the "sea bus" that would take us there, and let me tell you, the wait was so not worth it. The sea bus was a crowded boat, with rows of seats inside, on two levels. The trip was an hour and fifteen minutes, and the boat rocked like hell. Though I fell asleep the first 10 minutes, I woke up when the sea really started getting bad. I got seasick, and if I didn't have such a strong stomach I would have spent most of my uncomfortable nauseous time vomiting in the tiny stall of a bathroom.
We finally got to the island, and let me tell you, the boat trip was so not worth it. It was a poor fishing town. That's it. There wasn't even a place to eat. So we spent most of the time wandering the muddy streets trying to find something to do. It rained a little, which we waited out under the tin roof over a pharmacy. Someone told us that there was a historic fort about 20 minutes walk from where we were and gave my dad directions. On the way, we ended up in this really bad area with some shady characters. We would have probably walked further had we not run across a man swinging around a big ol' machete. That gave us a nice scare. We went back to the main island on the first "sea bus" trip back, which was just as bad as the first. This time, we had a group of people behind us that didn't shut up the entire trip telling stupid riddles, which was annoying as fuck. "What was the last thing Mother Theresa did?" "Arf arf I dunno dur..." "Died! Harharharharharhar!!!" "A shepherd has 17 sheep. 9 die. How many does he have?" "Um..10? No. 8!" "No. 17!!! Harharharharharhar!!!"
Back on land, it took 2 hours to find a hotel to stay in. We ended up in a cheap motel where the AC was fucked up and we slept on smelly matresses. Next morning (Saturday) was the same airport deal, blah blah blah, and I was sooo happy to get home that evening.
Fin.
-Michelle
We went to El Yunque rainforest, which was nearby. Though we went up the mountain mostly in the car, it was still a nice nature escape. We got out at one point at a hiking trail so we could get to this waterfall where we could bathe. I had climbed up these rocks at another waterfall and had banged my knee against a rock, so it was bruised and scraped, but it wasn't too bad. When we got to the little lagoon (the water was freezing), period explosion! Ugh, if you've ever suddenly gotten your period at a beach or lake, you'd know how uncomfortable it is. We rushed to the car, went about a mile looking for a bathroom, and by the time we got out of the rainforest, it was getting dark, so we couldn't do much else.
We stopped at Luquillo beach to "see" it. We didn't see the actual beach, but kinda stopped at this strip of kiosks and small restaurants. Seeing all the fried foods and stuff made me lose my appetite, especially since I don't know where these people get their water and everything. The place was kinda dirty, and anyways the only thing I could have eaten was fish, and I don't easily trust fish from random places. Dinner was Subway and Chinese takeout which we took back to the hotel.
Thursday We woke up late, even though we went to bed around 10. We wanted to go to a beach or something, but the day was like, wasted already, so we just hung out at the hotel. Dad and Ruth were by the pool and at the casino and stuff, Chi was playing basketball, and I spent several hours alone in the hotel room listening to music. I fell asleep at some point listening to David Bowie and when I woke up it was dark already. I figured I should leave my bubble and go outside for a bit, so I did. When I found my dad, he was at the pool bar having a beer, so he asked the bartender to get something for me. These people don't care how old you are as long as they can sell you alchohol, so the man gave me this fruit martini thing that was actually awesome, but strong as hell, so after two I could barely walk back up to the room. A booooring day..
Friday Thursday was the last night in that hotel, so we figured we'd find a hotel somewhere else. We'd heard of this island about an hour from the coast called Vieques, and another called Culebra which were supposed to have really nice beaches and be nice areas. It took about an hour or more to get tickets to the "sea bus" that would take us there, and let me tell you, the wait was so not worth it. The sea bus was a crowded boat, with rows of seats inside, on two levels. The trip was an hour and fifteen minutes, and the boat rocked like hell. Though I fell asleep the first 10 minutes, I woke up when the sea really started getting bad. I got seasick, and if I didn't have such a strong stomach I would have spent most of my uncomfortable nauseous time vomiting in the tiny stall of a bathroom.
We finally got to the island, and let me tell you, the boat trip was so not worth it. It was a poor fishing town. That's it. There wasn't even a place to eat. So we spent most of the time wandering the muddy streets trying to find something to do. It rained a little, which we waited out under the tin roof over a pharmacy. Someone told us that there was a historic fort about 20 minutes walk from where we were and gave my dad directions. On the way, we ended up in this really bad area with some shady characters. We would have probably walked further had we not run across a man swinging around a big ol' machete. That gave us a nice scare. We went back to the main island on the first "sea bus" trip back, which was just as bad as the first. This time, we had a group of people behind us that didn't shut up the entire trip telling stupid riddles, which was annoying as fuck. "What was the last thing Mother Theresa did?" "Arf arf I dunno dur..." "Died! Harharharharharhar!!!" "A shepherd has 17 sheep. 9 die. How many does he have?" "Um..10? No. 8!" "No. 17!!! Harharharharharhar!!!"
Back on land, it took 2 hours to find a hotel to stay in. We ended up in a cheap motel where the AC was fucked up and we slept on smelly matresses. Next morning (Saturday) was the same airport deal, blah blah blah, and I was sooo happy to get home that evening.
Fin.
-Michelle