Post #126089 by dangergirl299 on Wed, Nov 17, 2004 1:13 PM

the volcano day was a scary day due to james' hangover, the fact that we had not brought a ton of water, and it was the one day the sun came out, and there was no shade, and james wasn't doing a whole lot of talking.

I didn't feel confident in my ability to dead man's carry him down the volcano to the car, if needed.

however, the spirits of the moai protected us from near-fatal Dehydration and Other General Malaise!

I was also scared when I heard, from some English folks we met, that when they were wandering home late that night (well, early morning), they encountered James sitting on a chair in the street after his Marathon Drinking, just "enjoying the evening." Luckily, Rapa Nui is a safe place to just hang out, alone, drunk as a skunk (or "pissed as a fart" as the English say), and sitting by the side of the road in a chair just a few hours before dawn.

As for me, I got pooped out after our pre-dinner half a bottle of rum cocktail "hour" and went to bed early shortly after dinner and dancing with the "fack you chile" guy at a bar, to "deep forest" put on a rave music type beat. that alone impressed (or depressed, can't tell which) our English friends.