October 12-16. 2005
About 5 minutes into the cab ride, I realized they drive on the wrong side of the road in Jamaica. Thats when it started to sink in: were not in Illinois anymore. This place is different. And then we saw the goats.
Our flight in from Chicago was great. Air Jamaica upgraded us to first class, and we sipped mimosas while watching the sun rise over the Eastern U.S. Actually arrived in MoBay early! Good karma to start the trip. When we got to the resort, we were told our room was not ready, and that we should go get lunch and come back. No problem. We had read previous trip reports, so we were prepared for such an eventuality. After lunch at the Scotch Bonnet, we returned to the check-in counter where we were told 20 more minutes. Again, we took this in stride. We were in the islands and we knew 20 minutes was much more loosely understood here than stateside. There was only one thing to do: get rum drinks & get naked.
Again, we had read previous trip reports from other folks who felt a little uncomfortable getting naked for the first time in Jamaica. Not to be deterred, we proceeded boldly to the nude pool. Turns out getting naked entails the removal of your pants, followed by your shirt and all undergarments (assuming there are any). Its actually just as easy as getting naked at home, which we do every day with relative ease. Got that one down, no problem.
In the pool, we were immediately recognized and greeted by all of these people who, up until now, had only existed as pictures on Dennys website and names in chat sessions. Turns out they were real. And real nice. And naked too. We felt right at home among friends. And there in the middle of the pool, like a sheik surrounded by his harem, was Denny P. He held a mug as big as a personal flotation device, and wore an easy smile. Clearly, this man knows how to relax.
After a couple hours (aka 20 minutes island time) we left the pool to get a room overlooking the quad, then went out to explore the grounds a little. Nice place, very pretty. It was Wednesday, so the group dinner was at the Pastafari. It was also glow night, so Tracey debuted her flashing nipple rings. All the ladies looked smokin hot (again, were not in Illinois anymore). After dinner it was on to the piano bar, followed by the disco, followed by naked waterslide runs, ultimately ending up in the hot tub. This was to be the basic order of things for the rest of the trip.
Pushed it WAY too hard the first night. Lesson number one: pace yourself. Lesson number two: Red Stripe is an evil brew that should never be mixed with anything. Thursday morning breakfast was light. Dave swore off drinking forever.
Trying to work past the hangover on Thursday, we went snorkeling and later did some kayaking. We had low expectations for the snorkeling, so we were pleasantly surprised by the diversity of coral and fish, etc. Finally felt better by dinnertime. For toga night, reservations were made at the Japanese place, and everyone looked great in their black togas, which made up for the disappointing meal. Later in the disco, people started coming out of their shell a little more. Jay looked like a total stud in his toga! Dave reversed his position on giving up alcohol, and Tracey logged some quality time in the cage (didnt know she had it in her!) with Yvonne and Sam. It seemed like we were grinding and shaking with everyone on the dance floor! Tracey almost got seriously injured while dancing with one of the event coordinators (he seemed a little confused not sure why he wanted to bend over in front of her).
On Friday morning the monsoon hit. They were sandbagging the lobby to keep it from flooding. We decided to go to Dunns River Falls anyways (hell, whats a little rain matter when youre climbing a waterfall?). Lane & April came by as we waited for our shuttle to show up, and they looked at us like we were insane when we told them where we were going. Bob & Ali were planning to join us, but the bad weather kept them indoors for the morning. Fortunately the rain stopped when we got to the falls, but everything was wet and shimmering & beautiful, and we had the place to ourselves. It turned out to be the most romantic part of the trip.
Back at the resort, everyone seemed well rested after sleeping through the dreary morning. Had some fun playing naked volleyball (love that titty rule!). Friday night was the last night for most of the group, and it seemed the ladies saved their hottest outfits for that night. Everyone looked incredible (especially Bob)! The piano bar was pretty lame (theyve gotta stop singing the slow boring stuff!), but the disco just went off! Another great night of dancing followed by body shots at the hot tub.
On Saturday some goodbyes were said, and the feel of the resort seemed to change a little bit since there were fewer familiar faces. Tried to get a kayak, but they said it was too rough. So we tried to go sailing instead, but they said it was too calm. That kind of logic was almost enough to piss us off, but we decided to let it pass. Turns out we had a really great time in the hot tub on Saturday evening instead, so I guess it worked out for the best. (You sure see some really great shit going on in that hot tub!).
On Saturday night, Tracey finally got up and worked her magic on the pole in the disco. The booty shaking contest rocked (Tracey was robbed! Had all the WWWers been there shed have won hands down! She was the only one with the courage to get totally naked on the bar!) Regardless of the rigged outcome, she was amazingly HOT! We had so much fun dancing AGAIN (and what great workout too)!
On Sunday morning we tried to snatch a few remaining rays of sun before heading home. Tracey received a few nice compliments on her little performance from the night before. The trip home was less than great, but no need to dwell on that here.
It sounds like a clich to say the best part about the trip was the great people we met. But guess what its true. Thanks to everyone we met for really making the trip!
P.S. After reading everyone elses post-trip comments, we were a little reluctant to post this report. Its too bad so many of you had such an awful time with the mold, the service, the hookers, etc. I guess we were lucky; we really didnt experience any of those problems and certainly not to that magnitude. Anyway, sorry the trip didnt live up to expectations for some of you, but we wanted to let everyone know that we did in fact have a great time thanks to all the great people we met!