CIAMan and his Blowup wife.
May 24th - June 3rd. This was our 8th trip to HII, so I'm just going to provide a "short" recap of the trip. As much of it is rather x-rated or has been erased by the amount of alcohol I consumed. But if the pictures we got developed are any indication, we had one hell of a time. Or it could have been the alcohol.
We left BWI on the morning of the May 24th about an hour late, and arrived in Mo Bay at 11:45 am. In all of our 7 previous trips, we had never, ever seem both immigration and customs as packed as this trip. Typically it takes about 15 minutes from the time we get off the plane until we are checked in at TIM Air. It took us two additional hours this trip. But when we first saw Chris (the driver from TIM Air) we knew we were home and the delays didn't bother us, even though we had a 45 minute wait at Tim Air. Note: the old outside concession stand at the TIM Air terminal has been moved inside. We had our first Red Stripe "light" at the terminal while we waited for da plane. Not bad. We met RastaBill and shared the flight to Negril A perfect flight and smooth landing and good company. Or it could have been the alcohol.
We finally arrived at HedoII around 1:30 pm and had no trouble getting a room. Maybe that was because of RastaBill. If you don't know RastaBill I am surprised, because apparently everyone else does. Perhaps they remember him because of the 400 pounds of luggage that accompany him. But it was mainly for the local schools. Our room was 2249 and was in a great location in H-Block. The only thing that screwed us up was our bed usually is situated opposite of what it usually is, so our sense of direction was thrown off all week. Or it could have been the alcohol.
We stripped and headed for Delroy's. This is the first trip that we didn't know anyone before we arrived. So before hand I spoke with several people on line. It was difficult picking people out. While the pictures on line help somewhat, they can also be misrepresentative. Before we even made it to the bar the crowd in the corner screamed, "hey we know you". And that's when the party began. We immediately knew 10 people, who you could tell were going to be a blast. Or it could have been the alcohol.
The next ten days went quickly. I think we would get up about 8:00am, stake out our claim on the beach, go to breakfast, lay on the beach, eat at the grill, hang at the pool, go take a nice long "nap", meet for drinks before dinner and then either hit the hot tub or go to Veronica's. We rarely deviated from this routine, but that could have been because of the alcohol.
Highlights of the trip included; planting Mary and Rita on the prude beach and then about 10 of us running and screaming "we want your women" and kidnapping them off the beach. You should have seen the fright in the eyes of some of the young women on that beach as they ran for their lives and virginity. (2) There were about 20 of us sitting in the game room one night when Paige decided we would all get naked and walk through the main dining room to on our way to the hot tub. Well I was the only one down to my boxers when Veronica came in and said to put the "willie" away. Our intentions were honorable. (3) I did my first body shot, and almost drowned. It was suppose to be a drink cascading down two peoples backs and into my mouth, but being a rookie I was too far from the "target area" and got a Dirty Banana up my nose and in my eyes. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Or it could have been the alcohol.
The food in the main dining room was fine. Not great, but fine. Pastafari's provided excellent food and service. I almost thought their service was too fast. The Scotch Bonnet was ok. The service was slow and the food was mediocre. I don't think we'd eat there again. But it could have been the alcohol.
Take bug repellent. And not OFF. These Jamaican bugs nearly killed my wife. She had about 10 mosquito bites on her butt and legs and at one point something that looked like a giant hicky on her leg. Since my mouth isn't that big, we concluded it was a spider bite. In our group of friends we had a OB/GYN (or so he claimed), a Family Practitioner, and an Optometrist. Our bases were covered. They gave her some prescription benedryl and antibiotics which took care of the bite over night. Or it could have been the alcohol.
For those of you still reading this report, congratulations. It's almost over.
To summarize our trip. We had a great time, but don't think I'd go again for 10 nights. Next trip in November is only for 8 nights. When you start repeating entertainment in the dining room it gets a little surreal. Next trip we take down our own benedryl and antibiotics. The people we met were mostly wonderful. Ten days with anyone would begin to wear on the nerves. One request. When at Hedo don't talk about your kids for an entire week. Most of us go to Hedo to get away from the children. And act like children ourselves. Here are the people we met and loved (some more literally than others - and you hopefully you know who you are), of course I must start the list with JamaicaJimJordan and his lovely wife Nina. Jim acts like he has know you since high school, even if you've barely met. Brent and Heidi, Beth and Kenneth, Amy and Mike, Paige and Steve, Jesus and Yvette, Chad and Rite, Sean and Mary, Tommy and Elissa, Dr. Ken from Louisville, RastaBill, Greg and Angela, Bill and Cathy, Ray and Jenny, Dave and Nicole, Patrick, Allen from Allentown and his almost twin brother Steve. A special thanks to Joe and Diane for providing the "vehicle" for so much erotic entertainment. That thing sounded like a Tim Air flight. Most of the time we couldn't tell if the beach was being "buzzed" or if you left your window open. Or it could have been the alcohol.
Really, it is almost over. Lastly, even though I've never met you, I must thank Denny for his contribution to our trip. All of us know the hours of time and the cost involved in maintaining your site. We hope you know how much pleasure it gives to us both before and after a trip. Your web site is a Sybian for the mind. Thanks brother. And that ain't because of the alcohol.
THE END.
CIA Man and his Blowup Doll.