Bonfire

I think it is safe to say last night was the biggest night of the trip so far, it bought new meaning to the phrase “Pull It”.
We left the ship on the 8pm tender ride and walked back to the Double Deuce bar, all was quite there so we decided to walk down the beach to where the Bon fire would be, the beach was not like the other beaches that are lined with beach bars and apart for the occasional it was deserted all the way to the Sunshine Bar. We were told to pick a table by a waiter and ordered a Rum Punch, later we found out that they were serving us Killer Bees which were a tad bit stronger than the rum punches we were used to. I should have guessed this from the gag reflex and squint eyes Rich had on his first sip! After a while we still had no menus and the owner who was sitting behind us on a big sofa shouted to the waiter (in a typical Caribbean / Jamaican accent) “Moffie! Hey Moffie what you doing?” The other waiter was a gay black local dude with tight knee length jeans and a black cowboy hat. He replied, “I is busy mon” and Sunny (the owner) said “Rubbish mon, Dukkie (our waiter) is f&%king around again, get these guys a menu” You had to be there to laugh at it but it was hilarious. The bonfire we were supposed to be having was coming along rather slow. The man in charge was a stoned drunk Rasta of about 70 years, with torn jeans bright island floral shirt and a big beanie for holding his dreads up, the task was proving challenging to him! He had stacked a pile of four wooden packing crates against each other and was in the process of stuffing cardboard in some of the gaps after which he lit it, walked away and succeeded to burn all the cardboard in the structure with out setting fire to any of the wood, he now had a smoking mass of pallets and no more cardboard, he was very entertaining while we waited for our ribs to arrive. After a few minutes he appeared again, with a fat joint and a fresh beer, realising his fire had gone out and he had used all his cardboard in the first attempt, he walked (the slowest I’ve ever seen anyone walk) over to the edge of the rain forest and started collecting dry coconut husks and branches and attempted to relight the fire, he succeeded this time but only just. Next to the bonfire pit was a large stack of wooden pallets that he was too feed the fire with, he did this from time to time and stumbled around the beach in a rather confused looking state, actually stumbling is not right, he was walking VERY slowly and swaying from side to side with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other.
Our Ribs arrived with more Killer Bees, both went down the hatch with satisfaction.
About 30mins later the bus from the Cruise arrived with a load of fellow cruisers who had opted to eat on the ship and come to the bonfire with an organised excursion. We moved into the open air lounge and joined up with them on some big over size couches along with 2 fresh Killer Bees, we chatted about where we were all from and what we had done during the day etc The one girl was having a birthday so they bought over a Papaya complete with candles and we all sang for her while the “moffie” cut open the papaya with a panga. The rest of the time at the beach bar was taken up by dancing (not us) and standing around the bonfire drinking and taking to other people from the ship (us).
The taxis arrived for the trip back to the jetty to get the tender back to the ship, we bummed a ride and said we had lost our return ticket, the driver didn’t seem to mind as I presume he was paid a set rate by the ship for the trip. After we got back to the ship everyone we straight up to the deck 5 bar where the DJ was busy trying to get a party started with those who did not go to the bonfire party, it all went out the window from there and is mostly a blur. I have no idea what time I got to bed but it must have been around 3ish, Rich ninjaed before that and was flat on his back when I got back to the room completely and utterly broken. Much to my dismay I woke up at 7am with a monster hangover but luckily I fell asleep again. While I was asleep Rich, in all his wisdom, threw up in the sink and did a solid job of blocking it up, the oddity in this is that the toilet was 20cm to his right. I woke again at 2 in the afternoon feeling much better but still crappy, Rich was trying to clean the sink, but was not feeling to intelligent either! We have done many “firsts” on this trip and I’m sure we have done many things no one else has ever done, like taking apart the sink in their Cruise liner cabin because it was blocked with puke! He had cleaned it out with toilet paper but the water was not draining away. Don’t worry I have it on video, Rich sitting on the toilet taking the water trap apart and cleaning it out! I’m sure with the sate he was in it was as challenging as rocket science!