Secret Beach

I got to Dominica on Wednesday of last week. On Saturday, Kim and I decided to kayak to Secret Beach (which isn't so secret). Whatever, any chance I get to take my shirt off I'll jump on the opportunity. So we kayak and we found it. She actually made me get in the water with her (which I'm terrified of the ocean), but you know, I did it. Toughen the fuck up, Sara.

So I got some pictures of the Secret Beach and I even have a picture of the yellow crab that stared me down...I didn't back down though...well, until later...he brought his friends out. I only had Kim with me, we were outnumbered.

Later Kim's friends came out in a sail raft and I don't know how many of you know about sail rafting, but if there is no wind, there is no movement. Just FYI. So Kim and I left our kayaks (still thanking God that we took our paddles) and we boarded these funky looking sail rafts. We sailed about 4 or 5 miles down and we made it to a poor village. I have pictures above of the rocks that we kept falling on and cutting our feet open on (Kim is still playing doctor with my feet cause I tore my shit up...although I'm pretty sure my feet are tore up from her freaking flip flops.

Keep in mind my camera died during our outing, so the next day or two, I took a cab down there (to the village where we were at) and took some pictures. The picture with the woman in the bar was the woman who fucked up 4 of the guys (two rafts, 4 drunk ass guys who later drank 1 bottle of rum within 30 minutes after getting it), 1 guide in the drunk raft, 1 inexperienced sailor, my Jersey boy who is absolutely adorable), 2 girls...and the Caribbean Ocean. That had good idea written all over it.

The pictures above show the woman who got these guys even more messed up than they already were, pictures of piss alley that we all walked barefoot down with cut up feet, the nasty slimy rocks with critters on them that tore our feet up more, then the houses. The houses were amazing because they were so poor yet they live in them. Makes you realize what a spoiled brat people can be, myself included.