Gilligan's Log Friday August 26th 2011 . . .
Everyone greeted the day at around 7:30am. We were all showing signs of how the island has kicked our assess over the past two weeks. Pam with her kiddie lagoon injuries, Joanie with the bruise on the bottom of her foot (Still can't figure out how that happened), Dennis with his bruise on his upper arm and me with my swollen feet. I apparently am retaining water as my period must be on the horizon. Either way we were are getting around a slower now. The agenda was finalized and consisted of a train ride tour of the Kilohana plantation, then a lounging day by the pool for the girls while me and Dennis went into Kapaa' to get some ink.
We left the timeshare and turned in the snorkel gear that we had rented the day before, then it was off to the spouting horn so Joanie could get her last minute purchase that she didn't get the last time we were here. The best thing about this shopping excursion is that it was a quick in and out because Joanie knew what she wanted and where it was . . . Bingo . . . Bango . . . Bongo! After the shopping we were off to the Choo Choo at the plantation. We arrived early like good little tourists. We enjoyed the train ride especially the stop at the mid point of the tour where we all got off the train to get a chance to feed the wild board and pet goats. Wild pigs . . . really . . . pigs that are fed every hour on the hour . . . wild . . . my ass. These were the best trained wild boars that I have ever seen. We soon were back on board and finished the train ride without incident. We completed the plantation visit with a tour of the huge plantation house with all of it's gift shops tucked in through out the damn place. Please don't buy anything else Joanie . . . Please!!!!
After the train ride we returned to the room and tried our best to eat all of the remaining food. The list of food that we had to try and finish was as follows:
7 bags of assorted potato chips in various stages of consumption from unopened to half full.
12 hot dogs
1 ½ pounds of smoked turkey lunch meat
1 pound of various sliced cheeses
1 ½ pound of barbequed pork tender loin
1 ½ loafs of bread
1 box of Cheerio's
10 frozen waffles
½ of a box of granola bars
2 strawberry pop-tarts
12 pack of Coors Light
5 various sodas
2 pounds of pistachios
¾ of a box of vanilla wafers
and two frozen peach daiquiris . . .
I can't believe we finished it all in just over two hours. Well we actually fell a little short. Well actually truth be told we fell a lot short . . . Hell we didn't even put a dent in the food and drink that we had left. After of pig fest it was time to pay my island buddy Moon Lake a visit and see about a little new ink.
The new ink wasn't for me . . . I know . . . I know hard to believe huh? The ink was for Dennis who wanted to get a tattoo while he was here on the island and who best to give it to him than Moon. The anticipation was building as Dennis filled out the required paper work or a Death Disclaimer just like the rest of our adventures on the island. The set up was complete the time was here and I even brought my camera along to get some action shots and possibly video of the entire event. With the anticipation at it's peak and with Moon revving the tattoo gun . . . the phone rang . . . Damn Dennis had to wait just a bit longer. With Moon's phone conversation over, the first line was struck in his upper right arm. Dennis' comment . . . that's not so bad. I just told him to wait there was more to come and that was just the first of many lines to be drawn. Dennis was a real trooper with barely a tear shed and only cried out one time. Actually he didn't do any of that but it sounded like a good story. He actually did real good and can bee seen in the pictures and videos that will be uploaded later this weekend. The tattoo only took one hour. After the tattoo we returned to the timeshare where Dennis could show his new ink off to the girls. He was hesitant at first to bust through the door and scream “Look at me” . . . 'Look at me”. He finally unveiled his scorpion tattoo to the girls to a standing ovation and a generous round of applause. A toast was made to his new found “Bad Boy” persona. Damn . . . first he was crowned the “Boogie King” and now he's a “Bad Ass” . . . Shit next it a Harley Davidson . . . Woo Hoo! After the unveiling still fresh in the air I thought it would be a good idea to get Dennis out of the room . . . I mean I took Dennis for a celebratory beer at the point.
After enough time had gone by . . . I mean after we finished our beverage and my cigar we headed back to round up the girls and head out to the local burger joint for a fast dinner. Everyone, except Pam was thrilled about the table location as it appeared to be in Gecko central. Pam has grown rather fond of the little bastard lizards. She has had one run across her foot and even damn near put her hand on one when we were scouting through the rocks. Needless to say . . . She loves them like a new tattoo! After dinner it was back to the room for a quick nights sleep. Tomorrow is our travel home day and will be the final entry in the Castaway's trip blog. I will be uploading pictures and the tattoo video on Sunday so remember to visit one last time
until then . . . Mahalo for reading . . .
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