May 2006 WWW Trip Report
Wow, another year, another trip
over. This was our second time and knowing what to expect, we where excited
about our trip. We learned our lesson last year and booked the most direct
flight possible so we'd get there as early as possible during the day. We had a
good flight, and barely had time to sit at the Super Clubs lounge before we
where on our way.
Obligatory Road Comment:
The road is still rough in a lot of places, but some places it was surprisingly new and as smooth as a recently Nair'd butt..
So we got there in about 1 hours. Our room wasn't quite ready so we headed over to the nude side to find our friends. From this point until we received our eviction notice, time really didn't matter much so instead of giving you a day by day report, here are the highlights.
The Duck
Last year, there was a blow up duck on the nude side of the pool. During chats, we remember what fun we had with the various people (especially the women) trying to mount the duck. So after searching around on line, we found another one to take if there wasn't one there. There wasn't one so, on the second day, we took it to the dive shop and inflated it. A few people tried mounting it from the pool until my lovely wife decided that the duck was going to be subjected once and for all. She climbed onto the side of the hot tub to get a good leap onto the back of the duck. What wasn't known was that the duck was ready for her and threw her like a dime store cowboy. And thus, a new game was born.
You might laugh but landing on the duck and not falling off, especially when you've been drinking, is hard. Many other potential cowboys and cowgirls met their match and only a handful (maybe 4 or 5) made it. Of those that did, the WWW group was well represented. Jeanne and Anthony stuck the mount as well as Bobbie Jo, who made us all look silly and made it ever time I can remember.
The duck came with a small hole in it so we took it back to the room to fix. The glue though smelled terrible so I stuck it in the bathroom looking out the window for the night. Since we overlooked the Quad hot tub, I heard many comments the next day about the duck creeping people out, staring down upon them.
The game continued throughout the week until someone stuck it's head in the bushes puncturing it in multiple places. So be sure and bring a bunch of patch kits if you bring something inflatable.
The Lube and The Slide
We all LOVE the slide. We love the slide better naked. We love the slide even better naked in tandem (when we can get away with it). But how fast could you go lubed up with waterproof lube, in tandem? That was the question... Just so happens that we almost found out.
Anthony retrieved some lube one night (thank you btw, we owe you a bottle) and, after having fun applying it to each other's backsides, we all carefully climbed the stairs. The slide attendant was there so we first tried it solo.. It was a blast. Not sure if it was faster but we found out that part of the wall in the last turn has a bit of a lip that contributed to many a RHI (Random Hedo Injury). Never had noticed it before so we may have been faster.
Unfortunately, they shut off the slide before we could attempt a tandem run. As we morned the loss and watched the flow of water coming down the slide trickle down, someone (Allison?) wondered out loud if we could climb the slide back to the top. Before anyone could come to their senses, a couple of people had started scooting back up the slide. Followed shortly but another couple. I, smartly, decided to bring up the rear. Mind you, we where still lubed. Can you see where this is headed?
Just before I made it to the enclosed area I hear the unmistakable sounds of people coming down the slide. I quickly jump up and straddle the sides and they come whooshing down and under me. I get down off the sides just in time to hear the sounds of the next group coming down fast. Wilie Coyote would have been proud and thank you Lynn for being gentle.
Not to be beaten, Allison and myself decide to try again but this time, I was going to take the lead. Hands and knees we slowly made it to the clear part above the disco and just beyond. The last 6 feet or so proved impossible to scale as the pitch increased significantly. So, we abandon our quest and started to slide down (thankfully still lubed). As we do hit the clear part of the tube, we see flashes going off in the disco. May those pictures never see the light of day...
I'm Just a Gigolo..
Piano Bar was always a good place to go and have a few drinks in-between dinner and dancing. Some nights there was Karaoke which was always good for a few laughs. One night, after a few drinks, I decided to conjure up the David Lee Roth in me and sing I'm just a Gigolo. With the addition of a couple of beautiful women to dance with me, all was going well. That is until I almost lost my balance. I was standing on the stool and in an attempt to save myself from further humiliation, accidentally elbowed Dawn in the eye. She was a great sport though and finished the song with me, watering eye and all..
Who's Your Buddy? Who's your pal?
Jamaicans speak English, mostly. But some of their phrases are beyond us. So one of the EC's took it upon herself to teach us a bit of Jamaican. Girl you have a wicked bumpa was soon understood by all. So also was the understanding of what Jamaican's call their manhood. It's their Buddy.. Needless to say they get a huge kick out of us calling each other buddy at the pool. I then recalled the dive master earlier in the day telling me I'd be his buddy on a dive.. When I mentioned it to him later, I just got a big grin. So, if you go diving, be sure and watch out for your buddy..
That's all the stories we can share. We had a great time, met some wonderful new friends, and reacquainted with friends from last year.