I regret not taking more pictures of our delicious travel mates now that the trip is over, I really could’ve made an amazing “stucrugliot” collage (stupid, crazy, ugly and idiot).

I’ll start with stupid and idiot before moving into crazy and ugly.

There we were, in St-Martins’ French side, on a hill overlooking this gorgeous bay. I asked one of our ATV tour mate to take a picture of DR and I with this spectacular background. I almost died laughing that night when we reviewed our pictures:

If you’re looking for DR, just look at the reflection in my glasses, that’s him standing next to me in a loving amorous way.

Throughout the days, we found ourselves snapping pictures managed to get some gems, in my humble opinion of course.

Here’s me, relaxing in the sea water pool under the warm Caribbean sun, smiling away. Who wouldn’t with those bathing beauties around them:

The fun never stopped. Here we are at Karaoke Superstar… the pickings must have been slim (no pun intended) as this Romeo made it to the finals and couldn’t really sing… nor dance…

Aaaaaah… I call this one Classé:

Here’s a very bad picture of someone standing in the dark, but the reason I took it is because she annoyed the shit out of me for many days during the cruise. Her and her family were incapable of arriving to the shows on time, they’d wait until last minute and as the leader she’d go find a seat, then stand up, her back to the stage, and wave to her family to come join her as she’d point out empty seats in the area around. She would also whisper to them as if that helped in a place that could hold 1500 people (There, sit there… you sit there… you sit there). She was not popular.

Here’s another of our favourites who we quickly nicknamed Lurch for obvious reasons. He had the kookiest outfits too, I mean, just look at these delightful pants specially worn for the midnight buffet:

This lady was responsible for us arriving 10 minutes late at the dock after our Antigua tour. She got a bit drunky during the beach excursion and became a fat lard tub of molasses. She could hardly help herself inside the small boat taking us back to our bus and literally had to be “hoisted” on it with the help of a few other people. Same thing when it came time for the bus. The ship was leaving at 4pm that day and we were asked to be onboard no later then 3:30. We arrived at 3:40. DR and I, and other people with heads screwed on straight ran to the ship… Little Miss Fatty decided to go shopping… I’m surprised they didn’t leave her there. She was the last one onboard that day:

What can I say that hasn’t been said about fat men in their 50′s wearing speedos… Oh I know, a picture is worth a thousand words:

This one takes the cake though as I had to spend every day and night with him:

I’m aware that this post sounds crass, but trust me, if I would’ve had the presence of mind to take more pictures, this could’ve been a lot worse. Maybe next trip. I mean, why should I be the only one bleeding from my eyes?

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