The Caribbean games.

As written by Sophs Jordan :

"Of course, after the first couple of days you kind of run out of things to do. The book I was reading at the time was set in Colombia and pretty rivetting, but I wasn`t keen to read all day. With this in mind ´The Caribbean Games´ were born...

In the Spirit of the Caribbean Coast, these games were compiled with little or no effort at all. Anything too physical was immediately frowned upon and buried in the sand. The Opening Ceremony started with the Cutting of the Watermelon, which I had cunninly soaked in white rum a few hours previously. The games were held in the early evening to avoid the heat of the day and was held over two days (again, nothing too strenuous). They consisted of...

1) The Coconut Shy (self explanatory, although with a slight difference; each participant must wear the Viking´s Helmet which was cunningly crafted from the Watermelon which had been polished off just before this game commenced).

2) Jandle throwing (a New Zealand inspired event of the English Welly Boot throw, except we used Flip-Flops)

3) The Baby Coconut n Spoon Race (I don't need to explain that one) over a very very short course.

4) The One Legged Stance (who can stand the longest in the waves on, yes, you guessed it, one leg (and after consuming the watermelon)!

5) The who can balance a pineapple on the head for the longest competition.
and

6) after a very hard day at the beach, The who can down a beer the quickest Contest (I am not proud to announce that I was the winner of this one within some very fierce, thirsty competition).

So Yes, a jolly good time was had by all!Other activities included, sleeping, eating, reading, eating, swimming, sleeping, oh and some snorkelling (damn, I wished I`d brought an underwater case for my camera, the tropical fish were stunning and plentiful on the coral reef.

It wasn´t all plain sailing though. I did have a couple of tough moments. Mainly when my Mojito (which was sitting on my hammock side table) wasn`t reachable. I had to ask Owen (my hammock neighbour) to give me a push every now and again, but I always got it on the 3rd swing. phew!

Steph had to be called out of the water on one ocassion to fetch us all a beer as she was the only one up (i.e. not in her hammock)!

A rooster woke us up a little early one morning, so I fed him the remains of the watermelon before I turned into my hammock the next night. He woke up in the morning, cockle-doodle-dooed once, realised he had an hangover and went back to bed - ah nice one! At least he had one good night out in his wretched life.
It was tough, but we all got through it!