That Voodoo that you do...

OK, so as I sit here recovering from surgery, I am going a bit stircrazy and I thought I would recant our long overdue vacation highlights just for you, my valued bloggers!


It was so nice to get away, to be in the sun and sand for a bit. We got to Montego Bay on the tuesday after Christmas about 9PM and took a bus to Ocho Rios. A 2 hour bus ride across the worst pot-holed rocky road I have ever been on (yes, worse than the old River Road in New Orleans). About 45 minutes in, the bus broke down. So here we are in bum-f**k Jamaica at 10:30 at night at some crazy island rest stop waiting for the next bus to come through. Luckily we had some beers and the second bus was there in no time. We get to the resort at about 11PM local time and crashed. We awoke to this...


How sweet is that? That pic is from our balcony. Über Cool.

The resort was beautiful, the beaches were white and pristine, and the water was the bluest that I have ever seen. We met people from all over the world there, some really cool folks from Montreal, I met a guy from England who is an Ultimate Fighting Championship promoter, and played some sand soccer with some Frenchmen and a few Japanese guys. We took a day and went deep sea fishing (got skunked, but it was much fun), took a day and went snorkling on the same coral reef that Dr. No was filmed. We got to see the Jamaican Prime Minister one evening, he came to eat at the resort and I got to be about 15 feet away from him at one point. It was just a great week.


We got back on January 4th, and I promptly ripped the hernia (see below) in my belly button while lugging the luggage back into the house. WELCOME 2006!