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I've been trying to get a connection here in Grand Cayman here for the better part of the last four hours now... I had hoped to knock out a nice chapter or two today, but it appears that it's just not going to happen. I have burned up about twenty percent of my battery life and finally got the page to load, but it's about as stable as me after about 15 stiff drinks... I'm not even going to attempt to try to upload any pictures, but just wanted to thank you all again, and I will continue when I get back to New Orleans...

One from my adventure today in Placencia today... thank you all again... Until next time...

I'm going to go ahead and blow out my thirty free Platinum internet minutes while we're sitting here in harvest caye. From the looks of some of the comments the past 24 hours, yesterday's adventure was quite amusing. I'm still trying to put together the broken pieces of my memory of it all. I'm drinking beer today just to try and keep it together. I don't have time for a detailed post of the day, so we'll just start with this morning. At the cruise critic meet and greet the other morning, I inquired with Nenad, the assistant hotel director about possibly getting a tour of the Haven for the review. A day or so later I got a message from Florence at guest services that my request had been approved. In fact, Nenad said that he had read my review up to that point, and was quite amused by my account of the journey. I met Florence at guest services, and soon we were off to the luxurious enclave. We headed in near the concierge desk and bar area. We then toured the courtyard and outdoor sundeck, and finally the Haven restaurant... With my budget, there's no way that I could ever afford to stay in such accommodations. I was just happy to be invited inside, if only for a brief visit. We were about to leave, and I asked if it would be possible to order a drink from the Haven bar, and she was happy to oblige. I asked if he could make a smoke and fire, the drink that I enjoyed my very first time on the Escape, but sadly he had never heard of it. I asked if he could make me a spicy margarita with some of their infusions, and he ended up making me a regular margarita, while quite good, but I was hoping to have a special moment here. Well, little did I know, that while I was drinking my margarita, he was busy in the background making something very special indeed. It was served in a martini glass, and featured jalapeno and green peppercorn infused vodka, and other ingredients I failed to remember. Let's just say that this drink has been the star of my experience so far on the Breakaway. He called it a roaring sunderband... I'm not really sure about the spelling, but I believe he was referring to the sunderband tiger in his native India. I will upload pictures as soon as I get a chance, as I don't want to waste my precious internet minutes waiting for the upload. I really appreciate all of you making it this far, and I will get some more good content up as soon as I get to Grand Cayman...

A few more pics from mezcalitos while I have a connection... Until next time... Thank you all so much for being here... I'll update again as soon as I have another connection... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

I'm back on the ship now, we'll see if I can upload from here... We're still at the bar where the boobs are flopping left and right... My driver, Crescencio is having a heck of a good time, and swears me to secrecy about the matter... (Please don't tell his wife that he saw two strange women's boobs today) Anyhoo, I told them the story of the significance of this place to me, and we all had a moment together. They were on the Carnival Triumph that was docked next to us in New Orleans... The nearly naked girl hugged everyone tightly, and I may have held on for a bit too long... We parted ways as if old friends, knowing that I had urinated on her friends foot. My driver took me back towards San Miguel so I could pick up some Controy (the magic Mexican elixir that makes the margaritas so good) Afterwards, he dropped me off in town at the Lobster Shack, where I would aquire a double meat lobster sandwich...

Until the next time I have a connection... Thank you all again, and will see you soon.........

Couple more before I run back to the ship...

Let's just say that this was an eventful day if nothing else. I will update again as soon as the internet gods allow... Until then, let's just say that I had fun today...

Ok, I have to run back to the ship now before they leave me... We will pick this all up on the next installment... Thank you all again for being here...

Alright, now this is the point where the story starts to take a twist and maybe a turn, so if there are kids in the room you may want to put them to sleep now... We headed to my favorite bsr in Cozumel, and a place that has special meaning to me. Mezcalitos, at the corner of the transversal road and the East coast road. If you've read any of my prior reviews, then you already know the significance of this place to me. If not, then you'll have to go back there to get the full back story. Anyhoo, it's a very special place to me, and I go here every time I'm here. Well, today would be different from other days. I made my way in and ordered my usual margarita with Don Julio anejo and controy. It came and I was over near the beach drinking, when a couple of ladies came on to the beach and removed their tops... Now, of course I've seen boobs before and whatnot, but the story takes a different turn soon. One of the topless ladies stepped on a sea urchin, and ran out of the water. Apparently, it hurt like hell. They asked what they should do, when my driver, Crescencio suggested that someone needed to urinate on the injury... But, who would be up to the task? Well, I didn't need to go at this point, but the bartender did. Well, you can guess what happened next, and I won't describe it to you fully, but it seemed to do the trick. We laughed, and said how great a story that they had to take back home, and had a couple of more drinks. Well apparently it was still hurting, and she asked if anyone else would be willing to urinate on her foot, so I stepped up to the task and did what I had to do. We went around the side of the building, and she held her foot out, and I held my, well you know what out, and I made water on her foot, and all was well... So, here we all are. Drinking, and talking and laughing about the scenario that had just ensued. Great times were had, and we all swore never to speak of it again, and here I am writing about it all...... Good times...

Alright, so now we're finally back in time with the story... We continued past Rasta bar, and soon came to one of my favorite places on the island, Miami Bar AKA 25 hour bar, AKA the Coconut Cabana... A little shack on the side of the road, but the greatest drinks ever, made with only the freshest ingredients. We're talking fresh limes, grapefruits, and others. They literally cut the fruit right in front of you and squeeze it straight into your glass. I had my usual, the margarita, with fresh lime, grapefruit, and Don Julio reposado.

On the way through the city, I saw this glass on top of one of the homes walls, so we pulled over for a picture... Many of the places in Cozumel have this glass on top of the wall to keep the crooks out...

Okay, I am pretty drunk now, here is my driver that picked me up right outside the terminal. Sorry about the time lapse... And the sculpture right outside the Cozumel airport, near Diego's tacos...

Okay, now at least I know approximately how drunk I am... I've already started telling the story from the middle instead of the beginning... The first place we went was a small taco stand near the airport, here in Cozumel. Diego's tacos... The best fried fish tacos on the island... It's directly across the street from the airport, and the very first place that most people go upon landing on the island. Great fish tacos, and great guacamole. Their sauces range from hot to really hot...

I'm back in San Miguel now, and hopefully have a decent connection... Let's just say that it's been quite an adventure so far today. I wanted to try some of the peanut butter tequila at Rasta bar, aka Bob Marley bar on the East side, so that's where we headed first... It was much thicker in consistency than I had imagined, but still unique nonetheless...